<?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-7703078531345538067</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:53:36.191-05:00</updated><category term='May 9'/><category term='Cabin Fever'/><category term='1st Blog?'/><category term='&quot;our wedding dinner&quot;'/><category term='2009'/><category term='Good Sport'/><category term='Sick again?'/><category term='May 7'/><category term='Out of the mouths of babes......'/><category term='FRUSTRATION :)'/><category term='July 26'/><category term='A visit from the tooth fairy'/><category term='Ben and the TV'/><category term='May  3'/><category term='October 5'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='Happy Groundhog Day'/><category term='May 6'/><category term='My new favorite tool'/><category term='July 25'/><category term='Missions Fest-Saturday'/><category term='Melanie&apos;s Babyshower'/><category term='Cutting it Close'/><category term='May 15'/><category term='Missions Fest'/><category term='Wiggly Tooth'/><category term='Angels'/><category term='May 10'/><category term='Angie Birthday'/><category term='Boys were with the grandparents'/><category term='Isabel April 2010'/><category term='First Day of School 2009'/><category term='Mr. Indpendent Thinker and his thumb'/><category term='August 22'/><category term='2008'/><category term='July 24'/><title type='text'>Ang &amp; The Boys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-4607384963061743434</id><published>2010-05-07T00:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:39:30.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma, Mom &amp; Boys Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend, Luke went on the men's retreat with our church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke had 2 days of hard core fishing and I had two hard core days with boys. We wanted to go golfing at the country club but they had some "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jayhawk&lt;/span&gt;" fundraiser and the golf course was closed. Therefore, we had to "settle" for miniature golfing with grandma.  We went golfing after we had lunch with Auntie Al at Buffalo Wild Wings for lunch-YUM!  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-Ol-xTkuAI/AAAAAAAABEs/fch2DMWpJlo/s1600/spring+2010+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468396870363822082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-Ol-xTkuAI/AAAAAAAABEs/fch2DMWpJlo/s320/spring+2010+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OigmKN1lI/AAAAAAAABEk/0okyYfUiqIQ/s1600/spring+2010+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468393053440824914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OigmKN1lI/AAAAAAAABEk/0okyYfUiqIQ/s320/spring+2010+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys and grandma played 18 holes of golf in less than one hour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OiTIl6agI/AAAAAAAABEU/6ynebIGzdDc/s1600/spring+2010+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468392822165629442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OiTIl6agI/AAAAAAAABEU/6ynebIGzdDc/s320/spring+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really.......the boys were having fun, contrary to their expressions in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OiSULqriI/AAAAAAAABEE/QlfEpR1qgFs/s1600/spring+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468392808096902690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OiSULqriI/AAAAAAAABEE/QlfEpR1qgFs/s320/spring+2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After golfing we went to Freddy's for some frozen custard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a good time.  Thanks Grandma Sue for hanging out with us!&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/7703078531345538067-4607384963061743434?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/4607384963061743434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandma-mom-boys-special-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4607384963061743434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4607384963061743434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/05/grandma-mom-boys-special-day.html' title='Grandma, Mom &amp; Boys Special Day'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-Ol-xTkuAI/AAAAAAAABEs/fch2DMWpJlo/s72-c/spring+2010+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6412193666142679608</id><published>2010-05-06T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:48:27.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Grade Zoo Field Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben had a field trip to the zoo the Monday after his birthday.  All of us were so TIRED that following Monday after the football game.  Ben and myself actually fell asleep on the bus ride to the zoo.  Here is a picture of my angel, you can almost see the halo! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZTPaBMiI/AAAAAAAABD0/jZ6MBWe4b5A/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382928390140450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZTPaBMiI/AAAAAAAABD0/jZ6MBWe4b5A/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I must say the April 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was the coldest day we have had in weeks.  It was windy (what do you expect in Kansas) and COLD but we survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZSgMXrpI/AAAAAAAABDs/EdRXLn6lCQg/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382915716427410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZSgMXrpI/AAAAAAAABDs/EdRXLn6lCQg/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I only had one boy in my group.  He was a great kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZSeX-eEI/AAAAAAAABDk/fM_b8_4QqPI/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382915228235842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZSeX-eEI/AAAAAAAABDk/fM_b8_4QqPI/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This must have been the end of the day because they actually sat down for more than 10 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZAie_uDI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ix3RRP0m82c/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382607093774386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZAie_uDI/AAAAAAAABDc/Ix3RRP0m82c/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The grizzly bear was funny.  He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;straddled&lt;/span&gt; that rock and it was "bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZAWGuMUI/AAAAAAAABDU/DgM-xsVBMTA/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382603770736962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZAWGuMUI/AAAAAAAABDU/DgM-xsVBMTA/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZAN2_rKI/AAAAAAAABDM/W2HZ9zzkoc4/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382601557290146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZAN2_rKI/AAAAAAAABDM/W2HZ9zzkoc4/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a "mini workshop" at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;windiest&lt;/span&gt; point at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OY_5HRLvI/AAAAAAAABDE/WKRwhQQu9W0/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382595988401906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OY_5HRLvI/AAAAAAAABDE/WKRwhQQu9W0/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture cracks me up.....The boys were so "grossed-out" because it looked like the chimp was eating poop.  I tried to explain they were treats but they didn't believe me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OY_c8o8QI/AAAAAAAABC8/fAImqiSgKKQ/s1600/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468382588427628802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OY_c8o8QI/AAAAAAAABC8/fAImqiSgKKQ/s320/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended the day at the petting zoo.  Here are some other kiddos from Ben's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday's are the day to go to the zoo because it wasn't busy at all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Friday I go with Jacobs class and am gearing up for the PURE craziness!  Can the school assign leashes!?!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6412193666142679608?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6412193666142679608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-grade-zoo-field-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6412193666142679608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6412193666142679608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/05/1st-grade-zoo-field-trip.html' title='1st Grade Zoo Field Trip'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OZTPaBMiI/AAAAAAAABD0/jZ6MBWe4b5A/s72-c/Ben%27s+field+trip+to+zoo+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-527032556717057930</id><published>2010-05-06T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:33:44.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jacob's on two wheels &amp; more</title><content type='html'>Monday night Jacob learned to ride his bike without the training wheels.  I wasn't home to see this huge accomplishment.  Therefore, Tuesday morning at 5:00 AM Jacob came into our room.  He crawled in bed but couldn't go back to sleep.  He kept telling me he had to show me how he could ride a bike before he went to school.  I told him I would watch him while we were waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the busy little guy, who kept tossing and turning and stealing the covers asked if he could get up.  I must have said yes because he was dressed, had his shoes on, teeth brushed, hair combed and bed made by 5:30 AM.  He watched cartoons and then came into the bedroom holding a piece of paper with the numbers 551.  Jacob said "MOM, we're going to be late, here are the numbers on the clock."  Yes, you guessed it, 5:51 AM.  I gave up sleeping and got dressed.  By 6:15 AM we were out front.......he was riding his bike and I was running next to him.  I was so proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OVQ6gO7tI/AAAAAAAABCs/oQaIwpKpePQ/s1600/spring+2010+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468378490372812498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OVQ6gO7tI/AAAAAAAABCs/oQaIwpKpePQ/s320/spring+2010+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jacob heading to the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OVQeBViVI/AAAAAAAABCc/Bj4-8ZzpfpU/s1600/spring+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468378482727029074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OVQeBViVI/AAAAAAAABCc/Bj4-8ZzpfpU/s320/spring+2010+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob strutting his new skill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has caught on really quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I wish we lived in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;culdisac&lt;/span&gt; without a ton of traffic and teenage drivers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-527032556717057930?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/527032556717057930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/05/jacobs-on-two-wheels-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/527032556717057930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/527032556717057930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/05/jacobs-on-two-wheels-more.html' title='jacob&apos;s on two wheels &amp; more'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S-OVQ6gO7tI/AAAAAAAABCs/oQaIwpKpePQ/s72-c/spring+2010+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-856417080573520986</id><published>2010-04-28T08:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:36:19.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's 7th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday was Ben's 7&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rather than a friend birthday party he chose to watch the K-State spring football game in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manhappiness&lt;/span&gt; AKA Manhattan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McVay&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Autie&lt;/span&gt; Al went with us!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAanXHSuI/AAAAAAAABCU/8lraHTKG-bE/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188973800803042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAanXHSuI/AAAAAAAABCU/8lraHTKG-bE/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 2010 Family Portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAU4F-VRI/AAAAAAAABCM/uR1JqRVLMu8/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188875213100306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAU4F-VRI/AAAAAAAABCM/uR1JqRVLMu8/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben invited his friend Trev.  Here are the three of them in smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAUpAOWTI/AAAAAAAABCE/RW7UXih8JBc/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188871162452274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAUpAOWTI/AAAAAAAABCE/RW7UXih8JBc/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing football in the parking lot before it got crowded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake blowing up a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;capri&lt;/span&gt; sun pouch so he could put it on the ground and stomp it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAUbKjHjI/AAAAAAAABB8/1Y3KAjF5_tg/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188867447660082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAUbKjHjI/AAAAAAAABB8/1Y3KAjF5_tg/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Trev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAULInfNI/AAAAAAAABB0/nMCEqB-hfbY/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188863144590546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAULInfNI/AAAAAAAABB0/nMCEqB-hfbY/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben with his cake...Nothing says first grader like missing front teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hATzeZPLI/AAAAAAAABBs/NGZFVpWW6Ow/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188856793480370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hATzeZPLI/AAAAAAAABBs/NGZFVpWW6Ow/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was only appropriate to have a wildcat cake for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_o4L9MiI/AAAAAAAABBk/rYHFi5pj5SI/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188119323947554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_o4L9MiI/AAAAAAAABBk/rYHFi5pj5SI/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The basketball players were signing autographs at 4:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the boys "patiently" waiting...AKA BORED!&lt;br /&gt;We never got autographs even after standing in line for 1.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_ogYkGHI/AAAAAAAABBc/8e-SUFFh0xs/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188112934377586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_ogYkGHI/AAAAAAAABBc/8e-SUFFh0xs/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But, we did get our picture with Willie Wildcat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_oYJPP7I/AAAAAAAABBU/mKuSPXJ6hxs/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188110722613170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_oYJPP7I/AAAAAAAABBU/mKuSPXJ6hxs/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't get autographs but I did get some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is Jacob &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pullen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_n3MNKJI/AAAAAAAABBM/TjGVVIOXGiI/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188101876689042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_n3MNKJI/AAAAAAAABBM/TjGVVIOXGiI/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As mom and I gave up waiting in line because they were "closing the line" in 5 minutes and were 15 feet back, we saw Coach Frank Martin.  I did his autograph for the boys.  My mom was so "giddy" she forgot to take our picture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; mom I forgive you for not taking my picture, he was pretty handsome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have lost concentration too-ha, ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_npl4AAI/AAAAAAAABBE/0w9dIYdyrjo/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465188098226257922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g_npl4AAI/AAAAAAAABBE/0w9dIYdyrjo/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above is Josh Freeman (Tampa Bay), &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordy&lt;/span&gt; Nelson (Green Bay Packers) and other miscellaneous players.  They dedicated the spring game to a Dylan Meier who passed away last week from a hiking incident.  Numerous players wore his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jersey&lt;/span&gt; in memory of him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very touching.&lt;br /&gt;The boys saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordy&lt;/span&gt; Nelson and went NUTS.....They kept yelling his name until he looked up and waved at us!  The boys were on FIRE after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-EDqh3vI/AAAAAAAABA8/LmC5hD-p3fc/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465186387238182642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-EDqh3vI/AAAAAAAABA8/LmC5hD-p3fc/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, Trev and Jacob looking at the band and NOT the cheerleaders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am glad to know the hormones haven't kicked in and that girls are still YUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-DsfBHHI/AAAAAAAABA0/g7-QpRZdMyM/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465186381015882866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-DsfBHHI/AAAAAAAABA0/g7-QpRZdMyM/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At half time they allowed the kids on the field for a "shoe run."  They put all the shoes in a bag and whoever found their shoes, put them on and ran back first won an autographed football from Bill Snyder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were two age &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;groups&lt;/span&gt;, 5 and under and 6 and older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-DY5iXKI/AAAAAAAABAs/sENzQLgXkoM/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465186375758404770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-DY5iXKI/AAAAAAAABAs/sENzQLgXkoM/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Trev waiting for their age group to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad thing was I had just tightened Ben's shoes (laces) and he was the very LAST one to come back in his age group.  He was on the big screen with the help of Willie and some others cheering him on!  That was 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time Ben was on the big screen but of course he made a silly face not realizing it was playing on the big monitors.  Can I say ALL BOY!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-CxncEmI/AAAAAAAABAk/Pi2eQ7-HnB8/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465186365213512290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-CxncEmI/AAAAAAAABAk/Pi2eQ7-HnB8/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh Freeman signing autographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-CprEsAI/AAAAAAAABAc/NVaHRTUye1k/s1600/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465186363081273346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9g-CprEsAI/AAAAAAAABAc/NVaHRTUye1k/s320/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left early and started packing up.  About that time a car drove by with some of the football players with Meier's jerseys.  The windows were tinted in the back so I couldn't see who was in the back seat.  Regardless, they handed us 9 of the purple bracelets that is shown above.  I thanked them and Luke realized in the back seat was Ian Campbell.  I yelled WAIT and they stopped.  I asked Ian if he would mind posing in a picture with Ben since it was his birthday.  He got out and was very gracious.  I offered all of them in the car birthday cake but they declined.  I don't think cake goes with beer, but still they were very polite.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kid driving the car didn't tell us his name but I saw his picture in the paper the next day and it was Russ &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vanover&lt;/span&gt;.  He went to school in our town a few years ago.  I don't think we lived here when he went to school here.  Not 100% sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise, it was a great day.  Lots of fun and memories!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-856417080573520986?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/856417080573520986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/bens-7th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/856417080573520986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/856417080573520986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/bens-7th-birthday.html' title='Ben&apos;s 7th Birthday'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9hAanXHSuI/AAAAAAAABCU/8lraHTKG-bE/s72-c/Ben%27s+7th+Birthday+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3143099605866401992</id><published>2010-04-23T16:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T16:40:47.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's In Love.....</title><content type='html'>This spring we had beautiful blooms in the front of our house....It was gorgeous.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRtA4PY3I/AAAAAAAABAU/jngE5f7qV2M/s1600/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448762981507954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRtA4PY3I/AAAAAAAABAU/jngE5f7qV2M/s320/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But little did we know there was Momma Rabbit and her babies living in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foliage&lt;/span&gt; below the purple tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRs1qYHKI/AAAAAAAABAM/LpaJj0duPXQ/s1600/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448759970569378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRs1qYHKI/AAAAAAAABAM/LpaJj0duPXQ/s320/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Under all of those beautiful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lilac&lt;/span&gt; colored flowers there were 6 or 7 babies growing, tucked in underneath all of that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foliage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRsg7TFvI/AAAAAAAABAE/FuiXW6NFkGo/s1600/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448754404398834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRsg7TFvI/AAAAAAAABAE/FuiXW6NFkGo/s320/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some up close pictures, too hard not to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRsUov59I/AAAAAAAAA_8/PhV_yJmLcsI/s1600/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463448751105370066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRsUov59I/AAAAAAAAA_8/PhV_yJmLcsI/s320/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of this leads to Ben's new love.......Not a girl of course because they are still "yucky." But this cute little bunny has Ben's heart.....The bunnies are growing more and more each day and getting harder to catch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQrE5vczI/AAAAAAAAA_0/SwKJqww9QJI/s1600/bunnies+%26+birthdays+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463447630190179122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQrE5vczI/AAAAAAAAA_0/SwKJqww9QJI/s320/bunnies+%26+birthdays+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please note the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foliage&lt;/span&gt; doesn't look this good anymore as two little boys have destroyed while on "bunny hunts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQq36DZmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vrNrDP7dIM4/s1600/bunnies+%26+birthdays+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463447626701825634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQq36DZmI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vrNrDP7dIM4/s320/bunnies+%26+birthdays+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob with some candy ring in his mouth......nice..........but still he got to hold a bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQqcthIVI/AAAAAAAAA_k/bDKMtGCnfBI/s1600/bunnies+%26+birthdays+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463447619401490770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQqcthIVI/AAAAAAAAA_k/bDKMtGCnfBI/s320/bunnies+%26+birthdays+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture shows how little they still are compared to Luke's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQqP_3Y3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/yJR6jcfT_Kw/s1600/bunnies+%26+birthdays+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463447615988786034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IQqP_3Y3I/AAAAAAAAA_c/yJR6jcfT_Kw/s320/bunnies+%26+birthdays+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What sweet little bunnies......I think I like bunnies better than snakes and other insects the boys like to keep.&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/7703078531345538067-3143099605866401992?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3143099605866401992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/bens-in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3143099605866401992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3143099605866401992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/bens-in-love.html' title='Ben&apos;s In Love.....'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S9IRtA4PY3I/AAAAAAAABAU/jngE5f7qV2M/s72-c/Isabel-garden+4-16-10+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3620031263687522263</id><published>2010-04-14T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:53:10.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been &lt;strong&gt;7 YEARS&lt;/strong&gt; since Luke has had a garden.  Finally, this year we decided the boys were old enough that we could devote some time to gardening.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our soil is like clay so Luke has been doing a lot of prep work getting the soil ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has cut the cable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; a few times (I think the boys moved the flags....imagine) but thank goodness he is very "handy" and knows how to "splice" things back together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8XEhYd0VnI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9a4ZXkJkQhk/s1600/Easter-Isabel+149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459986201038837362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8XEhYd0VnI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9a4ZXkJkQhk/s320/Easter-Isabel+149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke is an AWESOME gardener...He really is a "country boy" at heart and I am super excited that he is able to start his hobby again.  Luke planted sweet corn and he is standing by his newly planted row of corn seeds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our family will also enjoy the benefits of fresh veggies as we are trying to eat healthier.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it is a win-win situation!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3620031263687522263?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3620031263687522263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/lukes-garden.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3620031263687522263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3620031263687522263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/lukes-garden.html' title='Luke&apos;s Garden'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8XEhYd0VnI/AAAAAAAAA_U/9a4ZXkJkQhk/s72-c/Easter-Isabel+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-969845503788965636</id><published>2010-04-13T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:31:16.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling it a day</title><content type='html'>I just posted my "Easter" post, or so I thought............I went to "view blog" and it wasn't there.  Then I panicked and wondered if Luke was signed in on the computer.  If that was the case my post was on his "Team Liberia 2010" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, sure enough, there it was on Team Liberia's Blog.  I quickly hit delete and 30 minutes of work vanished into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; space.  So, I think I will call it day and go spend some time with Luke.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-969845503788965636?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/969845503788965636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/calling-it-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/969845503788965636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/969845503788965636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/calling-it-day.html' title='Calling it a day'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3342246601691589443</id><published>2010-04-11T07:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T07:30:20.801-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isabel April 2010'/><title type='text'>Isabel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a special visit today......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacqie, Danny and ISABEL came to see us for lunch....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa was GLOWING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_tZYAmNI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3X2nqZr5WfA/s1600/Easter-Isabel+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458855009976359122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_tZYAmNI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3X2nqZr5WfA/s320/Easter-Isabel+147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabel cleaning the table (aka squirting water) on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_j9oBGFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3OdRSdqYnA0/s1600/Easter-Isabel+145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458854847908485202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_j9oBGFI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3OdRSdqYnA0/s320/Easter-Isabel+145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_jmd7XpI/AAAAAAAAA-0/5E1lOq5pxT0/s1600/Easter-Isabel+139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458854841692151442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_jmd7XpI/AAAAAAAAA-0/5E1lOq5pxT0/s320/Easter-Isabel+139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jumping on the trampoline with Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_jWgbZVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/D-iI9F-JHhs/s1600/Easter-Isabel+141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458854837407671634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_jWgbZVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/D-iI9F-JHhs/s320/Easter-Isabel+141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More jumping with Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_jH9IyOI/AAAAAAAAA-k/dfFCD3sR88s/s1600/Easter-Isabel+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458854833501554914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_jH9IyOI/AAAAAAAAA-k/dfFCD3sR88s/s320/Easter-Isabel+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_i6p9ovI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4bKy0SCwtNY/s1600/Easter-Isabel+143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458854829931471602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_i6p9ovI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4bKy0SCwtNY/s320/Easter-Isabel+143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We had fun!  Thanks for coming to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3342246601691589443?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3342246601691589443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/isabel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3342246601691589443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3342246601691589443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/isabel.html' title='Isabel'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S8G_tZYAmNI/AAAAAAAAA_E/3X2nqZr5WfA/s72-c/Easter-Isabel+147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-4534311368581129482</id><published>2010-04-08T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:49:20.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consistency</title><content type='html'>Blogging....I started a blog in order to keep track of the things my kids did that I didn't want to forget when they were older &amp;amp; me too for that matter!  It was easy in the beginning, kind of like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;journaling&lt;/span&gt; in some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt;-space way.  But really, where does the time go?  I can't believe I haven't blogged in a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a speaker at church this week that said "time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fly's&lt;/span&gt; when you aren't paying attention."  WOW!  She is right.  It made me think I need to be more mindful of my time and how I spend it.  Blogging isn't a high priority but I will try to be more consistent over the next few months, even if I only post once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must confess I have been out of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;-blog loop for a few weeks now... I did it for a few different reasons but I needed a break.  Sometimes you see other blogs that demonstrate how creative they are, how motivated they are to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;, cook, fix good food for their families, read books, their funny, etc., etc.  It started getting me down and rather than a sense of joy of catching up with my friends (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt;-space) I was getting jealous (coveting-yes) and then started being super critical of myself and negative about my circumstances.  But a recent Bible study on friendship addressed the very thing I was feeling.  No one is perfect and I am not either.  I was reminded I needed to be gentle with myself as I am a child of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I took great comfort in that as I lay in the rocking chair, with an icepack over my face and a nose 2 times bigger than it should have been and a plastic "nose splint" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sutchered&lt;/span&gt; in my nose!  My nose/sinuses feel a lot better now and I am happy to say I feel better than I have a few weeks.  My body reminds me if I have done too much or haven't gotten enough sleep.  I am taking some good supplements and hope they help in the long run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Paul Harvey, "You now have the whole story." (or something like that)....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-4534311368581129482?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/4534311368581129482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/consistency.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4534311368581129482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4534311368581129482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/consistency.html' title='Consistency'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1952688513698710470</id><published>2010-04-08T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:17:47.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Happy Plate</title><content type='html'>Tonight during dinner Jacob didn't want to eat what we were having.  This is a very common occurrence from Jacob.  It drives me CRAZY because I can't relate to picky eaters for a number of reasons.  What is even more frustrating is he will eat the same dinner one day and not the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was what happened at our dinner table;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  cry, cry, scream, scream, "I don't want that."&lt;br /&gt;Luke:  Did silly things to get him to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Had two plates full and was done before Jacob had eaten 4 bites.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Jacob you're going to get hungry because there won't be a snack if you don't eat."&lt;br /&gt;Jacob: cry, cry, scream, scream and offered some excuse why he couldn't take responsibility for his actions.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Frustration building over food and blaming someone else for him not liking supper (another petpieve-spelling?).&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Figured out how to get Jacob to eat among the complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "Look mom! A happy plate."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Good job Jacob"&lt;br /&gt;Jacob:  "My plate may be happy but I'm not!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can be so cranky and turn around and say the cutest things. It is hard to stay mad too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1952688513698710470?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1952688513698710470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/jacobs-happy-plate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1952688513698710470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1952688513698710470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/jacobs-happy-plate.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Happy Plate'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7588102838912857792</id><published>2010-04-08T22:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:01:32.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Spring Break was about a month ago, but here are some more pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to visit the boys' old babysitter, Diane, for a few hours on Wednesday.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Avery&lt;/span&gt; LOVES Ben and Jacob and the boys think she is pretty special too.  They even watched Dora the Explorer because that is what she wanted to watch before nap time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here they are looking like "angels!" Ha!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76kCQ37LnI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dAmPd2E_PBU/s1600/March+2010+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457980157215846002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76kCQ37LnI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dAmPd2E_PBU/s320/March+2010+100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday (I think), we met Auntie Al in Wichita for some fun!  We started off at Red Beans Bayou Grill with a side of fried pickles!  Jacob didn't know what he was missing out on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76kBxXjPmI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kNUuxzuvZF0/s1600/March+2010+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457980148758560354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76kBxXjPmI/AAAAAAAAA-M/kNUuxzuvZF0/s320/March+2010+102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Al and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76kBlDxe-I/AAAAAAAAA-E/FjIWGXmyCQw/s1600/March+2010+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457980145454382050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76kBlDxe-I/AAAAAAAAA-E/FjIWGXmyCQw/s320/March+2010+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Auntie Al!  I love having a step-sister!  It is even better that she loves my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jmlYjCpI/AAAAAAAAA98/_-4bn8chRtU/s1600/March+2010+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979681685047954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jmlYjCpI/AAAAAAAAA98/_-4bn8chRtU/s320/March+2010+111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next stop was All Sports for some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; golfing!&lt;br /&gt;Jacob played all 18 holes and I was impressed.  I thought I would have to play for him by the 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jmS_pqzI/AAAAAAAAA90/D6laTBavnUE/s1600/March+2010+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979676748786482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jmS_pqzI/AAAAAAAAA90/D6laTBavnUE/s320/March+2010+110.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Al, Jacob and Ben "patiently" waiting for the people in front of us!  NOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After All Sports we went to Freddy's Frozen Custard for some good treats!  Then on the way home this is what I saw in the rear-view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jmG1f0QI/AAAAAAAAA9s/eCligrAtrsA/s1600/March+2010+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979673484972290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jmG1f0QI/AAAAAAAAA9s/eCligrAtrsA/s320/March+2010+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jl4o_bmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/M5shFvDVLKA/s1600/March+2010+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457979669674421858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76jl4o_bmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/M5shFvDVLKA/s320/March+2010+115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake Asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7588102838912857792?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7588102838912857792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7588102838912857792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7588102838912857792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/04/more-spring-break.html' title='More Spring Break'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S76kCQ37LnI/AAAAAAAAA-U/dAmPd2E_PBU/s72-c/March+2010+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2872712573116245978</id><published>2010-03-25T17:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:16:36.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We stayed pretty busy over spring break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday, we met some friends to go swimming in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hesston&lt;/span&gt;. I forgot my camera but there were 4 tired boys when we were done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday, Leah, from our Bible Study invited a bunch of us to go to the armory and "play" on some of the equipment. It was a lot of fun to get to play on "real" army trucks rather than playing with Uncle Louie's old G.I. Joe sets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhqoImofI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mk_nvTkiNw8/s1600/March+2010+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452699896306377202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhqoImofI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mk_nvTkiNw8/s320/March+2010+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After playing at the armory we went to the library and checked out some books. It was quiet on the way home and I realized they were reading their new books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhbmZ1BkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qCJO15ed3dM/s1600/March+2010+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452699638143714882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhbmZ1BkI/AAAAAAAAA9U/qCJO15ed3dM/s320/March+2010+097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhbCRjA9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/KF2NmGXw21A/s1600/March+2010+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452699628445303762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhbCRjA9I/AAAAAAAAA9M/KF2NmGXw21A/s320/March+2010+098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob was reading about amphibians and came across a picture of frog anatomy. So the quiet quickly turned into uncontrollable laughter. I got an anatomy lesson from a 5 &amp;amp; 6 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; perspective. It was pretty funny but I will leave it to their Aunt Jenn to give them the real lesson (since this is her speciality)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhbED1bII/AAAAAAAAA9E/L9pDTYdsFQM/s1600/March+2010+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452699628924660866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhbED1bII/AAAAAAAAA9E/L9pDTYdsFQM/s320/March+2010+096.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was pretty chilly Thursday morning at the armory and we got to go inside and shoot "hoops" and ride the utility court around the building. It was fun for us (moms and kids) but I am not sure if the other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;soldiers&lt;/span&gt; were as excited about screaming kids as we were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhappiAgI/AAAAAAAAA88/j3LGC5iiyDI/s1600/March+2010+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452699621835014658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhappiAgI/AAAAAAAAA88/j3LGC5iiyDI/s320/March+2010+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben and Jacob in a Hummer...Army style that it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhaf8HoMI/AAAAAAAAA80/-dk6Oiz2Ssw/s1600/March+2010+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452699619228623042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhaf8HoMI/AAAAAAAAA80/-dk6Oiz2Ssw/s320/March+2010+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben, Jacob, Daniel and Matthew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Jason and Leah for inviting us, we had a great time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2872712573116245978?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2872712573116245978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2872712573116245978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2872712573116245978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S6vhqoImofI/AAAAAAAAA9c/mk_nvTkiNw8/s72-c/March+2010+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7579718816737601585</id><published>2010-03-02T09:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:48:27.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gpa Jim left today</title><content type='html'>I wish you could see a picture of Trooper.  He is mopey (is that a word) today.  He must know that his second "owner" is on a plane to Thailand today.  Dad has been here for a month and helped me with some of those really "quiet" days of being unemployed.  So now the house seems quieter than it was before......I should clean, do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt;, do dishes, do something, but I think I will go take a nap since I have been up since 4 AM.  I guess that is one good perk of being unemployed and having your children in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7579718816737601585?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7579718816737601585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/03/gpa-jim-left-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7579718816737601585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7579718816737601585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/03/gpa-jim-left-today.html' title='Gpa Jim left today'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-8587696086998846425</id><published>2010-02-22T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:38:40.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerf Gun War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday night my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt; and kitchen looked like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVUu-81PI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Ss2vUtclyaQ/s1600-h/nerf+gun+war+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441075483258967282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVUu-81PI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Ss2vUtclyaQ/s320/nerf+gun+war+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben loading getting ready to fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVUWh35iI/AAAAAAAAA8k/OZ8xCkun4K0/s1600-h/nerf+gun+war+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441075476694558242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVUWh35iI/AAAAAAAAA8k/OZ8xCkun4K0/s320/nerf+gun+war+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad waiting for Ben to come up from behind the couch!  Jacob is re-loading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVUKS9RcI/AAAAAAAAA8c/5fiHq0kpo6w/s1600-h/nerf+gun+war+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441075473410770370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVUKS9RcI/AAAAAAAAA8c/5fiHq0kpo6w/s320/nerf+gun+war+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Jim having way too much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVT1b7VnI/AAAAAAAAA8U/UnLkFgIzsFI/s1600-h/nerf+gun+war+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441075467811247730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVT1b7VnI/AAAAAAAAA8U/UnLkFgIzsFI/s320/nerf+gun+war+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was/is a ton of "testosterone" floating around our house.  However, the bug that decided to make its home in my body on Thursday &amp;amp; Friday decided to return Saturday night.  This was a good distraction for all the guys so I could rest peacefully in bed watching the Olympics!  That is what you call a "win-win" situation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-8587696086998846425?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/8587696086998846425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/nerf-gun-war.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8587696086998846425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8587696086998846425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/nerf-gun-war.html' title='Nerf Gun War'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S4KVUu-81PI/AAAAAAAAA8s/Ss2vUtclyaQ/s72-c/nerf+gun+war+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-58119639782546029</id><published>2010-02-20T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:27:22.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when it snows</title><content type='html'>For Valentines Day I figured nothing said "I love you" more than a set of Nerf &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dart guns&lt;/span&gt; for the boys.  What I didn't think of was Luke and buying him one too (sorry)!  But we have plenty of guns and darts to share, even though some might not be as fast or have lasers or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I was getting ready today I was ambushed by darts and laughter, not from the "little" boys but from the "big" boy....He just cracks himself up sometimes but I wasn't as amused so I locked the door.  All of sudden Jake bangs on the door saying he needs to hide so I let him in.  Needless to say they were playing a game of "hide-and-go-seek" using the guns.  Luke was doing the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commando&lt;/span&gt;" crawl to ambush Jacob and Ben was off hiding somewhere.  Jake gave himself away because he started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;giggling&lt;/span&gt;.  After Jake was caught they went to find Ben and Jake said "Dad, I don't hear any '&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snorfing&lt;/span&gt;' so I don't know where Ben is hiding."   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;............I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snorfing&lt;/span&gt; is also known as "snorting."  Regardless I got a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Grandpa Jim and Luke are going to make a run to Walmart after we get back from the "Boat/RV Show."  The guys are going there to see the big toys and in the back of my mind I am wondering how many ex-clients I will see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-58119639782546029?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/58119639782546029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-do-when-it-snows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/58119639782546029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/58119639782546029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-to-do-when-it-snows.html' title='What to do when it snows'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6006753926556497568</id><published>2010-02-17T08:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:12:40.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>I know this is a shocker to many of you but &lt;strong&gt;cooking&lt;/strong&gt; has &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; been "my" thing.....When I had to cook for myself I would eat a lot of cereal and instant oatmeal for dinner.  I was always weight conscious (not saying I was in shape or slim) but needless to say food in general FREAKS ME OUT.  Further, when I became the director of a new program that started at the "grass roots" level, I worked 10-12 hour days 5-6 days per week (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-children).  Luke could always fend for himself and would have supper ready for me when I came home.....(yes, I know I was spoiled and FYI, he always did the grocery shopping too!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the mood to cook, I could cook.  I just hated spending all that time preparing meals that took 15 minutes (if that) to eat.  I could think of 100....wait....1,000 different things that needed to be done other than cooking.  You ask, why is she regressing?  Well, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cooked and baked more things in the last 6 weeks than I have done in my whole adult life!  I have done meal planning, grocery shopping, made homemade snacks, bought cookbooks, subscribed to different blogs, etc. just to learn this trade called &lt;em&gt;cooking &lt;/em&gt;that I should have learned &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt; ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I made this (I remembered to take a picture after I started eating it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v_co89_OI/AAAAAAAAA8E/aFOLM_wgxNM/s1600-h/2-17-09+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439221842474564834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v_co89_OI/AAAAAAAAA8E/aFOLM_wgxNM/s320/2-17-09+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is it you ask....Pork chops with apples and onions, mashed potatoes and veggies.  This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; is from.......don't fall off of your chair BUT none other than MARTHA STEWART!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;!?!  Yes, I nailed Martha's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; and I think....wait...I know mine turned out better than hers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have frequented many different food websites.  But this  &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crockpot&lt;/span&gt; 365&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite cookbook and blogs right now while I am in my infant stages learning how to cook, meal plan and grocery shop for 2 weeks at a time. Nothing is easier than slow cooking.   Another favorite is &lt;a href="http://www.organicthrifty.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;organic thrifty&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;which is also on my favorites sidebar.  Both provide &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; for gluten free, high protein, etc. diets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; in Colorado, I thought of you last night.  I wished you were here to taste it.  AND I know you would be impressed with all of the things I have made in the last month.  Here is just a &lt;em&gt;sample&lt;/em&gt; of what I have made: homemade applesauce, candied nuts, homemade brownies, roasted my own almonds/walnuts, grain free muffins and granola, puppy chow, trail mix, and at least 30 days worth of "natural" suppers (that don't come in boxes).  I think most of what I have made is &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; because the scales told me this morning that I am 9# heavier than I was in December.  I guess now I need to get on the treadmill, but that is a different post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jenn when are you coming out to visit?  I will cook yummy, yummy food for you.   Also, if you want to leave a comment you can do so by going to anonymous and following the directions..........that is a hint Ms. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6006753926556497568?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6006753926556497568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/cooking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6006753926556497568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6006753926556497568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v_co89_OI/AAAAAAAAA8E/aFOLM_wgxNM/s72-c/2-17-09+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-5230851239189666376</id><published>2010-02-17T08:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:36:04.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilda is Here</title><content type='html'>My dad is here visiting this month from Thailand.  He flew in almost 3 weeks ago (wow, hard to believe)!  The time has flow by fast.  He has made visits to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, &lt;a href="http://leslieofokusa.blogspot.com/2010/02/butch-home-for-visit-from-thailand.html"&gt;Oklahoma &lt;/a&gt;and Colorado.  He has been in Colorado for a week and should get to our house today.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v7s8QfUyI/AAAAAAAAA78/ACPwv3kAGNU/s1600-h/2-17-09+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439217724488110882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v7s8QfUyI/AAAAAAAAA78/ACPwv3kAGNU/s320/2-17-09+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trooper LOVES my dad and Trooper gets extra special attention when Grandpa is here.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v7oK2cAFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/f1jx4uvEM3E/s1600-h/2-17-09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439217642506027090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v7oK2cAFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/f1jx4uvEM3E/s320/2-17-09+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad has had a variety of nicknames however when he is visiting I choose to call him "Hilda."  Dirty dishes are his pet peeve (&lt;em&gt;sorry I can't figure out the spelling&lt;/em&gt;).  Me, I could spend my entire day in the kitchen doing dishes so I only do them once a day.  So here is a picture of Hilda doing dishes.  My kitchen misses him desperately and is calling his name....  The boys are ready for him to come too so they can play Foosball hours at a time.....Thanks Hilda for all have done for us since coming to visit! &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/7703078531345538067-5230851239189666376?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/5230851239189666376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/hilda-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5230851239189666376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5230851239189666376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/hilda-is-here.html' title='Hilda is Here'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3v7s8QfUyI/AAAAAAAAA78/ACPwv3kAGNU/s72-c/2-17-09+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7094109155193222893</id><published>2010-02-11T08:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:24:04.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob's Very Long Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3QUK3gc5UI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Yn_9tyCIgxs/s1600-h/February+2009+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436992827074340162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3QUK3gc5UI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Yn_9tyCIgxs/s320/February+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Luke/Documents/Angie/2-11-10.docx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had one sick little man on Tuesday night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jacob got home from school and couldn’t stop coughing until 5:00 AM Wednesday morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We tried &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt; to get him to stop coughing….It was continuous and he would aspirate and then throw up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His little body was exhausted and Luke and I were tired too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="MsoHyperlink"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;a href="file:///C:/Users/Luke/Documents/Angie/2-11-10.docx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only Dr. appointment we could get on Wednesday was at 8:45 (Jacob had finally fallen asleep around 5 AM) so he went to the Dr. in his jammies that had snot smeared on the sleeves (you know, way more convenient for Jacob than Kleenex), smelling like puke and I didn’t have him brush his teeth (in case they did a strep culture).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t worry I did manage to change his pull-up!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were quite the sight and I am almost certain there was some air freshener spraying once we left the Dr. office!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ultimately Jacob has bronchitis, an ear infection in both ears and a sinus infection. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He wanted to go to school today, which is a good thing, right???&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, I hope Mrs. Kirtley doesn’t want to strangle me with my long list of special requests! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I hope Jacob always loves school this much and doesn’t want miss more days than he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;has too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*  I can't figure out how to get the fonts the same...I tried typing on word and copying and it and it has been a huge HEADACHE.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3QPoeSynVI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JVhehcad95I/s1600-h/Jacob+at+Apple-A-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7094109155193222893?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7094109155193222893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/jacobs-very-long-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7094109155193222893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7094109155193222893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/jacobs-very-long-night.html' title='Jacob&apos;s Very Long Night'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S3QUK3gc5UI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Yn_9tyCIgxs/s72-c/February+2009+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7950529657844127355</id><published>2010-02-06T23:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:34:07.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow &amp; More</title><content type='html'>Will the sun ever return to Kansas?  This is what it has looked like for 2 weeks (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;-maybe not) and it has been very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blahh&lt;/span&gt;!  At least the tree looks pretty.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25P708phtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/gLVHphFHzUQ/s1600-h/February+2009+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435369689526666962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25P708phtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/gLVHphFHzUQ/s320/February+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of Jacob last week. He fell asleep and we couldn't get him to wake up. He decided if he covered his face we couldn't tell he was still sleeping. Poor guy ended up having an ear infection. I took him to the Dr. (the only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; I could get) during recess time. He was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; mad at me because he missed the only "outdoor" recess they had been given in a long time!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25NgMVOTVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/zUyV0xufzaU/s1600-h/February+2009+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435367015744163154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25NgMVOTVI/AAAAAAAAA7M/zUyV0xufzaU/s320/February+2009+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25Nf39HfUI/AAAAAAAAA7E/aue21JssVNs/s1600-h/February+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435367010274344258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25Nf39HfUI/AAAAAAAAA7E/aue21JssVNs/s320/February+2009+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben decided he looked like Santa Claus and wanted his picture taken. After hanging out in the snow the only way to warm up is with a "hot bath" according to Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25Nfuf99uI/AAAAAAAAA68/IZ3BqMufkUM/s1600-h/February+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435367007736166114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25Nfuf99uI/AAAAAAAAA68/IZ3BqMufkUM/s320/February+2009+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben shoveling. Jacob's picture didn't turn out but I assure you he was outside too. In Colorado we were out in the snow all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25NfdlCKAI/AAAAAAAAA60/0v7fvvkaZvI/s1600-h/February+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435367003194009602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25NfdlCKAI/AAAAAAAAA60/0v7fvvkaZvI/s320/February+2009+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After playing in the snow one is bound to have wet clothes. Rather then tracking it through the house and stepping in cold, wet, puddles all night, they had to take their clothes off by the back door. With this weather, no wonder why my laundry has doubled! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7950529657844127355?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7950529657844127355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-more.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7950529657844127355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7950529657844127355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-more.html' title='Snow &amp; More'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S25P708phtI/AAAAAAAAA7U/gLVHphFHzUQ/s72-c/February+2009+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3444918544036488718</id><published>2010-02-06T22:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:41:19.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Addison Marie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luke's&lt;/span&gt; niece and goddaughter, Shasta, had her first baby on February 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. As many of you know, Shasta lived with us for 6 months while she did her student teaching in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Andover&lt;/span&gt;.  The boys were 6 and 19 months old when she moved in with us that semester.  She was an absolute blessing during that time.  She will never know how big of a help she was to us and further she was awesome with boys!  She is very special to our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a job at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Herrington&lt;/span&gt; High School after graduation teaching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;.  She met her husband Nick through a co-worker.  They asked the boys to be the ring bearers in their wedding and the boys were excited.  They love Nick and they love Shasta.  So when we heard she had her baby we couldn't WAIT to go see them in Abilene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24_Dk5pXXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MAdL7Kf6S6s/s1600-h/February+2009+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435351130960387442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24_Dk5pXXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MAdL7Kf6S6s/s320/February+2009+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Addison Marie...She is absolutely adorable.  She was 6# 15 oz and 20 inches long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-nUerW0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/Nv629Oqxswk/s1600-h/February+2009+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350645515967298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-nUerW0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/Nv629Oqxswk/s320/February+2009+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Addison with her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-nIx-7xI/AAAAAAAAA6U/hqYKldsoazQ/s1600-h/February+2009+035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350642375716626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-nIx-7xI/AAAAAAAAA6U/hqYKldsoazQ/s320/February+2009+035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick let the boys hold Addison.  Jacob didn't want to at first, but when he saw Ben holding her, Jacob quickly changed his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-mz0nd9I/AAAAAAAAA6M/_qxbMXD39wY/s1600-h/February+2009+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350636749617106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-mz0nd9I/AAAAAAAAA6M/_qxbMXD39wY/s320/February+2009+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob holding Addison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-mazK6gI/AAAAAAAAA6E/if6nLrj3OFk/s1600-h/February+2009+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350630032665090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-mazK6gI/AAAAAAAAA6E/if6nLrj3OFk/s320/February+2009+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Jacob thinking Addison is a keeper.  I almost see halo's over their heads!  It doesn't happen very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-mHi2gvI/AAAAAAAAA58/dUe6S4bOo3g/s1600-h/February+2009+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350624863945458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-mHi2gvI/AAAAAAAAA58/dUe6S4bOo3g/s320/February+2009+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Addison and her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nanna&lt;/span&gt; Re.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-Mp9cq4I/AAAAAAAAA50/5pkDWyAo9Os/s1600-h/February+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350187425704834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-Mp9cq4I/AAAAAAAAA50/5pkDWyAo9Os/s320/February+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't wait to get my hands on her!  Ben posed so he could get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pringles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-MCsKdhI/AAAAAAAAA5s/oMiHJYBErsk/s1600-h/February+2009+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350176884225554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-MCsKdhI/AAAAAAAAA5s/oMiHJYBErsk/s320/February+2009+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob not too sure about this baby.  Jacob told Shasta he didn't want the baby to "pee" on him because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what babies do....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-L0Ms7iI/AAAAAAAAA5k/gZCatVrULlk/s1600-h/February+2009+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350172994170402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-L0Ms7iI/AAAAAAAAA5k/gZCatVrULlk/s320/February+2009+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob, Ben and Aunt Re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-LgtwSTI/AAAAAAAAA5c/WWG00yTLOuI/s1600-h/February+2009+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350167764093234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-LgtwSTI/AAAAAAAAA5c/WWG00yTLOuI/s320/February+2009+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Addison's little feet.  She was stretching her feet and toes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was to get her first bath tonight, I wonder how that went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-LdJZI1I/AAAAAAAAA5U/sbyyrLLzSd4/s1600-h/February+2009+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435350166806274898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24-LdJZI1I/AAAAAAAAA5U/sbyyrLLzSd4/s320/February+2009+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the proud papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you are in Manhattan and need some adult beverages, Nick is doing a little advertising for his store.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goggles&lt;/span&gt; is the place to be for your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; or post party before a &lt;em&gt;Wildcat Victory! Go State!  &lt;/em&gt;Sorry I had to throw that in!&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/7703078531345538067-3444918544036488718?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3444918544036488718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-addison-marie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3444918544036488718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3444918544036488718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-addison-marie.html' title='Little Addison Marie'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24_Dk5pXXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MAdL7Kf6S6s/s72-c/February+2009+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-4271914124433791494</id><published>2010-02-06T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:11:12.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st &amp; 40th Birthday</title><content type='html'>January 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we went to a very special birthday party.  My cousin and her daughter were celebrating "milestone" birthdays.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2465JrD7CI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PDBn_0QgMZ4/s1600-h/February+2009+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435346553806253090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2465JrD7CI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PDBn_0QgMZ4/s320/February+2009+019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seely&lt;/span&gt;, turned one year old on 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  She is such a good little girl.  She doesn't know a stranger and she loves her grandma and grandpa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24642XpdEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/BBL-rD-67D8/s1600-h/February+2009+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435346548624553026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S24642XpdEI/AAAAAAAAA5E/BBL-rD-67D8/s320/February+2009+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seely&lt;/span&gt; loved the balloons and the boys had a great time at the party.  They also liked the fact they could eat cake, have punch and other junk food!  Further, they got to bowl and play with other kids their own ages too.  &lt;em&gt;On a side note, Ben ate too much junk food and threw up in bed that night!  At least they had fun......I guess!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2464pzLF9I/AAAAAAAAA48/uxSTpZC0rto/s1600-h/February+2009+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435346545250342866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2464pzLF9I/AAAAAAAAA48/uxSTpZC0rto/s320/February+2009+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Special balloons that were made made extra "heavy duty."  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seely&lt;/span&gt; loved giving them kisses.  Must I say she has her grandpa wrapped around her finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2464nPCE2I/AAAAAAAAA40/MpixVs4cHx8/s1600-h/February+2009+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435346544561886050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2464nPCE2I/AAAAAAAAA40/MpixVs4cHx8/s320/February+2009+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seely&lt;/span&gt; wanting to run after the balloons, but not before I scooped her up for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2464RpWCDI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3iXLOIZnEUE/s1600-h/February+2009+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435346538766665778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2464RpWCDI/AAAAAAAAA4s/3iXLOIZnEUE/s320/February+2009+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy 40&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to her mom!  She has waited a long time for this little blessing.  We are so glad we have gotten to spend time with them over the last few months.  I hope they don't stay away too long because we have had such a good time seeing 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/7703078531345538067-4271914124433791494?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/4271914124433791494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-40th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4271914124433791494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4271914124433791494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/1st-40th-birthday.html' title='1st &amp; 40th Birthday'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S2465JrD7CI/AAAAAAAAA5M/PDBn_0QgMZ4/s72-c/February+2009+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-191178974931711005</id><published>2010-02-04T08:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:36:41.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga</title><content type='html'>Despite the snow and sleet&lt;br /&gt;I will see you in one hour.&lt;br /&gt;RUTH, here I COME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Try to be nice to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-191178974931711005?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/191178974931711005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/191178974931711005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/191178974931711005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/yoga.html' title='Yoga'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1641843397416164387</id><published>2010-02-02T23:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:52:34.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up To Date</title><content type='html'>After drinking two cups of coffee tonight at mom-2-mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cappuccino&lt;/span&gt; dessert, I am officially wired!  So here is the latest;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad is here from Thailand for one month.  I picked him up from the airport on Saturday 1/30/10. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ben finished up his last basketball game on Saturday.  Just in time to start soccer.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacob is also enrolled for soccer.  Of course Ben and Jacob will be on different teams which means we will be camping out at the rec center on Saturday mornings for 6 weeks.  Yeah Me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still trying to figure out my life purpose for Bible Study.  I have been thinking and praying about this for months (I might be dead before I figure it out-literally)!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I completed my "spiritual gifts assessment" and am laughing at my answers ( I will share later).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have officially cooked and baked more in this last month than I have cooked in the last 10 years.  This is very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;.  Especially when Luke tells my dad that he has "domesticated" me.  Good thing there were witnesses or Luke may have had one of those frying pans upside his head!  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love Trooper to become a "mostly" indoor dog to keep me company during the day.  If Luke keeps making "domesticated" comments, Troop may be an inside dog sooner, than later!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh.......and if you have never had your b*** kicked by a 65+ lady in yoga class, I don't recommend it!  Last week was the first time I felt well enough to attempt to try yoga (not kickboxing but I will be back there ONE day).  I thought it would be easy, which it was "kind-of" until I tried to get out of bed the next morning.....I am sure Ruth (Yes, Ruth) wasn't sore because it wasn't her first rodeo doing the "warrior pose".  I will go back Thursday to see if I can keep up with her....Yeah right....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will try to get some pictures posted soon of our adventures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1641843397416164387?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1641843397416164387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-to-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1641843397416164387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1641843397416164387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-to-date.html' title='Up To Date'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7323186330631797125</id><published>2010-01-23T19:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:34:52.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's Home-Part 2</title><content type='html'>Monday was the big day for our family, knowing our missing "link" would be home that night. Mid afternoon I got a call from Luke and our conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Could you call and make me an appointment with Dr. E.. tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure. What do I need to tell them you need to be seen for? Parasites or what?&lt;br /&gt;Luke: (Hesitating) Just tell them I scratched my leg in Liberia.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay&lt;br /&gt;Luke: My phone is almost out of battery so I will call you on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation was very short and to the point as you can tell. However, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; my husband I &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; he wasn't being very forthcoming. Regardless, I called and made an appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Luke got home that night and somewhat "settled" after 26 hours of being en-route to Kansas City from Liberia and 3 hours on the road in the fog.........The truth finally came out as he was little delirious from traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: "Don't freak out when you see my leg."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay"&lt;br /&gt;Luke: "I hurt my leg in Liberia and had to get stitches."&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looking at his leg with a grin) "I knew something was up but I didn't think it required that many stitches!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of his "cut" according the &lt;a href="http://teamliberia.blogspot.com/2010/01/thursday.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; on 1/14/10. 13 stitches on the bottom and 26 up top for a total of 39 stitches. It doesn't look as "angry" in this picture as it did when he first got home...Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uczurSWmI/AAAAAAAAA20/mVUfT3bF1mA/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Birthday+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uczbYhHwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/tSBigBVJfo0/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Birthday+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430106183063117570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uczbYhHwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/tSBigBVJfo0/s320/Mom%27s+Birthday+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke had a great story behind the care he got in a 3rd world hospital. I think he was a little worried about cross contamination, hence the reason for the Dr. appointment in the US. Thankfully, he was on an antibiotic for Malaria two weeks before he left and is to be on it another month. The antibiotic he is taking is also used to treat staph infection so Luke was covered. We will continue to watch out for other signs of infection but so far so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7323186330631797125?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7323186330631797125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/lukes-home-part-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7323186330631797125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7323186330631797125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/lukes-home-part-2.html' title='Luke&apos;s Home-Part 2'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uczbYhHwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/tSBigBVJfo0/s72-c/Mom%27s+Birthday+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-923395307579688064</id><published>2010-01-23T17:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:31:41.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Breakfast</title><content type='html'>On Monday, the boys didn't have school due to Martin Luther King Day. I was reading my daily devotions when Jacob woke up. We snuggled while I finished my devotions and he watched "Sid the Science Kid." During the episode, Sid, and his father made a special meal for Sid's mom. Once Ben woke up I could hear the two of them plotting "something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob told me to stay in the bedroom because they had a "surprise for me." I kept hearing pots and pans bang around and a few disagreements. Otherwise, they asked me for some help a few times but ultimately they made me breakfast! I love how they decorated the plate as a happy face with eyebrows and all!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uLKPNGrZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/joHaBUogV6g/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Birthday+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430086783721713042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uLKPNGrZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/joHaBUogV6g/s320/Mom%27s+Birthday+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uLJgBMFWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/F7yl2JLx-6w/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Birthday+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430086771055269218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uLJgBMFWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/F7yl2JLx-6w/s320/Mom%27s+Birthday+015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got some pictures we all sat down and had a wonderful breakfast. They did a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; job! Even better it was a nice way to our end our 13 days without their dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-923395307579688064?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/923395307579688064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-breakfast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/923395307579688064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/923395307579688064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-breakfast.html' title='Birthday Breakfast'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uLKPNGrZI/AAAAAAAAA2k/joHaBUogV6g/s72-c/Mom%27s+Birthday+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-8102935167719222922</id><published>2010-01-23T17:24:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:57:17.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben sporting his New glasses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ben has been having problems reading. He was getting so frustrated and I didn't know how to help him. Finally, before Christmas he said his eyes were "tired." Therefore, I decided it wouldn't hurt to have his eyes checked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While Luke was in Liberia, Ben had his appointment. Dr. Simmonds said he was far-sighted and his eyes were having to work 50% harder while reading up close. So, Ben got to pick out some glasses for reading and math, etc. He wanted ones that looked just like his "daddy's."&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uFWjd26RI/AAAAAAAAA2U/VkOHIa_T6p8/s1600-h/Mom%27s+Birthday+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430080398249355538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uFWjd26RI/AAAAAAAAA2U/VkOHIa_T6p8/s320/Mom%27s+Birthday+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now Ben looks like a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; "Luke" when he is wearing his glasses. He is very excited to have them and I hope it stays that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-8102935167719222922?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/8102935167719222922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/ben-sporting-his-new-glasses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8102935167719222922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8102935167719222922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/ben-sporting-his-new-glasses.html' title='Ben sporting his New glasses!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1uFWjd26RI/AAAAAAAAA2U/VkOHIa_T6p8/s72-c/Mom%27s+Birthday+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-146768141135462488</id><published>2010-01-22T08:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T08:36:32.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke is home!</title><content type='html'>Luke is home.....(insert long sigh here)...........&lt;br /&gt;Our home was not the same without him. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to leave his sight the first few days he was home.  I am sure he felt smothered!&lt;br /&gt;We all missed him terribly but somehow his trip not only opened &lt;em&gt;Luke's&lt;/em&gt; eyes but also &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Luke has some great stories.  Also, some stories from the orphanage, he can't share without breaking down....He wants me to go to the mission field next.  We will see.  God is working through us, only when the time is right will He reveal what we are to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and he make your paths straight." Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write more about his trip once I get caught up with some other posts.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I feel guilty being on the computer while everyone is gone. &lt;br /&gt;I don't like the questions, "what did you do all day?"  Because being on the computer "all day" doesn't get things accomplished while the kids are gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-146768141135462488?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/146768141135462488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/luke-is-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/146768141135462488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/146768141135462488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/luke-is-home.html' title='Luke is home!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-9140941532450506676</id><published>2010-01-15T23:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:26:44.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Something......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was my birthday....The only reason I am blogging this late is due to the double shot of espresso at 8:00 PM.   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJiPL1mBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cubvoNWhcNc/s1600-h/January+2010+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199878498719762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJiPL1mBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cubvoNWhcNc/s320/January+2010+163.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are me and the boys.  Jacob decided to stay with Grandma and Grandpa Schmidt rather than going out to eat with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJUlddpbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/jMvEaI7tcGM/s1600-h/January+2010+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199643960059314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJUlddpbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/jMvEaI7tcGM/s320/January+2010+164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scary picture of me but good one of Aunt Leslie.  I am super thankful Aunt Leslie came to stay with me for a few days while Luke was out of town.  Aunt Leslie spoiled me today....she helped me get ready for company, made me a cake, took Ben and I out to eat, let me pick a good smelling candle for the house, laundry, cleaned the boys' bathroom (she is brave), a cute trinket that looked like Trooper and a great Espresso drink from STARBUCKS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJURjpyOI/AAAAAAAAA18/C2zJP_iR-q8/s1600-h/January+2010+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199638617311458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJURjpyOI/AAAAAAAAA18/C2zJP_iR-q8/s320/January+2010+161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake in his robe because he was "too sick" to go with us.  It is okay, he had a fantastic time with Grandma and Grandpa Schmidt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJUCuYQiI/AAAAAAAAA10/N7d2RErK9BQ/s1600-h/January+2010+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199634635768354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJUCuYQiI/AAAAAAAAA10/N7d2RErK9BQ/s320/January+2010+165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Don had shoulder surgery on Wednesday.  They released him today but he is going to stay at our house for a few days.  They live too far away if there are any problems.  We even had a company bring him an oxygen machine to our house for a few days.  That makes me feel much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJTVBVN_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/jMkknY9DGoo/s1600-h/January+2010+166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199622367229938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJTVBVN_I/AAAAAAAAA1s/jMkknY9DGoo/s320/January+2010+166.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben Had to take a picture so here we are.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJTNVTe-I/AAAAAAAAA1k/U_0JIj32pro/s1600-h/January+2010+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427199620303518690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJTNVTe-I/AAAAAAAAA1k/U_0JIj32pro/s320/January+2010+167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Ray, Jane and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gpa&lt;/span&gt; Al for meeting us tonight for supper.  It was good to see everyone and get caught up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a good day despite realizing my drivers license expired today.  I had to take an unexpected test.  Once I was done with test they informed me they didn't take debit cards and would only take cash or check.  I didn't have $30 cash or my checkbook, so had to run to the bank....Needless to say, I got my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; and I am driving legally! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-9140941532450506676?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/9140941532450506676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9140941532450506676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9140941532450506676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/30-something.html' title='30 Something......'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S1FJiPL1mBI/AAAAAAAAA2M/cubvoNWhcNc/s72-c/January+2010+163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2967877563511180595</id><published>2010-01-11T08:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:39:01.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke-World Traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;January 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we had a winter storm.......wait I mean BLAST........since it was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cold! He left early afternoon to drive to Kansas City because the weather was pretty bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is the picture of my "world traveler" as he was walking out the door....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;new haircut (low maintenance) = check &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shirt with A LOT of pockets (international travel shirt according to my dad) = check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a smile to humor his wife because he knows that is the only way he will get out the door = check!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0swzNUvDOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-yI_576NcbM/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425483832405986530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0swzNUvDOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-yI_576NcbM/s320/128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://teamliberia.blogspot.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to follow Luke and Team Liberia's trip.  Go &lt;a href="http://pambuller.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/01/from-africa.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to read another excerpt about Team Liberia's trip yesterday.  Amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2967877563511180595?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2967877563511180595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/luke-world-traveler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2967877563511180595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2967877563511180595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/luke-world-traveler.html' title='Luke-World Traveler'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0swzNUvDOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/-yI_576NcbM/s72-c/128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1794830621501110658</id><published>2010-01-11T07:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:01:45.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It has been so cold this week that Trooper came in to hang out with us.  He now thinks he is a house dog.....I can't bear to send him outside yet.  I like having him inside with us even though he is kind of stinky....Nothing a candle can't take care of!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0st5OdKwsI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AdUgSQWB-9c/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425480637254124226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0st5OdKwsI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AdUgSQWB-9c/s320/129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1794830621501110658?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1794830621501110658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/inside-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1794830621501110658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1794830621501110658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/inside-dog.html' title='Inside Dog?'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0st5OdKwsI/AAAAAAAAA1U/AdUgSQWB-9c/s72-c/129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1853112818956094345</id><published>2010-01-07T08:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:28:39.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0XsoJyTsaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UmogHqX8glM/s1600-h/watercolor+family+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424001500803477922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0XsoJyTsaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UmogHqX8glM/s320/watercolor+family+portrait.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We didn't get any family "pictures" taken over the holiday but we did have this AWESOME watercolor done by a friend!  December was a long month and when I got this in the mail I couldn't stop smiling.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is doing &lt;a href="http://www.fundraisingforouradoption.blogspot.com/"&gt;watercolor&lt;/a&gt; portraits to raise money for her adoption.  Check out her blog to see more pictures.  Amy also has an &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/amysmith"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shop if interested.She is very talented and above all has a huge heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Amy we LOVE it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1853112818956094345?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1853112818956094345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-me-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1853112818956094345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1853112818956094345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='Things That Make Me Happy'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/S0XsoJyTsaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/UmogHqX8glM/s72-c/watercolor+family+portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2425136280903992211</id><published>2009-12-13T20:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:13:29.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was busy weekend and guess what!?!? I forgot my camera......So briefly here is a summary of our weekend....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben had his first basketball game. Grandma and Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McVay&lt;/span&gt; came down for the game too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you every seen a gym divided into three courts with all the players being in either 1st or 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade? Wow, it was loud, busy and PACKED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben did a great job and we are glad we got the first game over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyWooAP2cPI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qZ9fPIeVUm8/s1600-h/December+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414919532197605618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyWooAP2cPI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qZ9fPIeVUm8/s320/December+2009+002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Ben and Jake ready for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;church&lt;/span&gt; this morning. Jacob had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; program in front of the congregation today. You guessed it, forgot the camera again. I am hoping to snag a picture from anothe parent so at least I have one of him playing the "bells."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After church Luke got called into work...so the boys and I finished making some sugar cookies. I got a phone call, forgot I had turned the timer off and smelled the cookies about 15 minutes later. I will say they taste good with coffee but that is about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, I was in the kitchen and heard something like snoring from the other room, this is what I saw...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyWon_BlXJI/AAAAAAAAA08/IHrNAzL22uI/s1600-h/December+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414919531869330578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyWon_BlXJI/AAAAAAAAA08/IHrNAzL22uI/s320/December+2009+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob was the one snoring (his foot up, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; is that comfortable?)&lt;br /&gt;Must be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyWontg2EEI/AAAAAAAAA00/zbh9AcaFmMM/s1600-h/December+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414919527168610370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyWontg2EEI/AAAAAAAAA00/zbh9AcaFmMM/s320/December+2009+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Ben snuggled up under two blankets...&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look like angels when they are asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Then they wake up and that is a different story (but I still wouldn't change them for the world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2425136280903992211?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2425136280903992211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2425136280903992211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2425136280903992211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-weekend.html' title='busy weekend'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyWooAP2cPI/AAAAAAAAA1E/qZ9fPIeVUm8/s72-c/December+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-4018404623631107757</id><published>2009-12-11T20:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:32:13.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Random pictures of our 2009 Christmas Season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It began with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoe boxes&lt;/span&gt; for Samaritan's Purse....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They both chose boys to shop for...imagine!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6-zpxH0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/evVaxj79VWU/s1600-h/November+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414165658976984898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6-zpxH0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/evVaxj79VWU/s320/November+2009+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot to take a picture of the final project but we loved doing this as a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6-qBGgQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XGs0IrE36As/s1600-h/November+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414165656390500610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6-qBGgQI/AAAAAAAAA0k/XGs0IrE36As/s320/November+2009+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks Luke for taking them shopping....&lt;br /&gt;Since you did this, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shoe boxes&lt;/span&gt; weren't late....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6ogKkgyI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KhkZCH2_0HA/s1600-h/November+2009+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414165275788739362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6ogKkgyI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KhkZCH2_0HA/s320/November+2009+133.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake discovering his "glitter globe" that was boxed up for the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6oYNph1I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ny6rVBHlQRw/s1600-h/November+2009+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414165273654167378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6oYNph1I/AAAAAAAAA0U/Ny6rVBHlQRw/s320/November+2009+130.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;K-State....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least each boy had their own ornament or it would have gotten physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6oD7nA8I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZEblvFqB2dQ/s1600-h/November+2009+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414165268209796034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6oD7nA8I/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZEblvFqB2dQ/s320/November+2009+127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys usually drink hot chocolate while decorating the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugar is a "no-no" on our "special diets."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, we couldn't back out on "tradition" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Grandma and Grandpa will understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6IkJ-tHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/UjpbdhWxvtQ/s1600-h/November+2009+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414164727104189554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6IkJ-tHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/UjpbdhWxvtQ/s320/November+2009+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas music provided by PANDORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6ITtcgQI/AAAAAAAAAz8/gws09ZYVy54/s1600-h/November+2009+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414164722689540354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6ITtcgQI/AAAAAAAAAz8/gws09ZYVy54/s320/November+2009+126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom not keeping up with taking ornaments out of the boxes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6H-t1osI/AAAAAAAAAz0/K4DF4fYfIGM/s1600-h/November+2009+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414164717054042818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6H-t1osI/AAAAAAAAAz0/K4DF4fYfIGM/s320/November+2009+131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished product.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it when only the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; lights are on in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me feel happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me reflect on our Savior's birth and the fulfillment of God's promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-4018404623631107757?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/4018404623631107757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4018404623631107757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4018404623631107757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season.html' title='Christmas Season'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL6-zpxH0I/AAAAAAAAA0s/evVaxj79VWU/s72-c/November+2009+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7505748573346197986</id><published>2009-12-11T19:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:58:41.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacob did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob did it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob learned how to tie his shoes this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He has been working really hard but couldn't seem to figure out the last "bunny ear."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then viola, he got it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL3VfJ-lbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hcwVRSqP3mo/s1600-h/November+2009+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414161650565420466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL3VfJ-lbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hcwVRSqP3mo/s320/November+2009+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL3UwlYuLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3S0Txa94pSA/s1600-h/November+2009+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414161638063913138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL3UwlYuLI/AAAAAAAAAzk/3S0Txa94pSA/s320/November+2009+134.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob "sporting" his tied shoes that he did all by himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, when the new wears off, I am sure I will be back to tying shoes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, in the meantime, my dry, cracked hands are enjoying the break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7505748573346197986?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7505748573346197986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/jacob-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7505748573346197986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7505748573346197986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/jacob-did-it.html' title='Jacob did it!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SyL3VfJ-lbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/hcwVRSqP3mo/s72-c/November+2009+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1468078896950559200</id><published>2009-12-09T15:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:37:58.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biopsy is OVER!</title><content type='html'>We did it!  Luke and I made it to Wichita for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr's&lt;/span&gt; appointments.  I took my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ativan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luke&lt;/span&gt; threatened to record me using his phone, but I don't think he new how to work it!  Lucky for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke got a FABULOUS report from Dr. Moore, Jr. and Luke is able to go on his trip.  Luke's x-ray &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; to show a lot of arthritis in his back and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zyphoid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;continues&lt;/span&gt; to grow bigger.  However, that is something that can be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;addressed&lt;/span&gt; when he comes back from Liberia.  I also have to thank Zoe who as an awesome "studies" nurse.  She has a great personality and is always so upbeat and caring. She followed Luke for awhile while he did supplement study for his type of lung cancer.  They pulled the study but at least we still get to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ativan&lt;/span&gt; made me feel drunk.  It didn't stop the pain of the needle/catheter going in my arm to dispense the morphine.  If the morphine helped I did not notice because it was so painful.  Seriously, I didn't get all these drugs on the first bone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marrow&lt;/span&gt; biopsy but thank you God I had them on the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; one.  I started crying and got super &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; because I can usually disassociate from the pain, just couldn't yesterday....There are no words to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; they do during the biopsy, so if you are curious, "U-Tube it", and see!  My hip continues to hurts and if I don't apply pressure it throbs.  I feel like my entire body is in shock and that every bone is bruised in my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt so bad this morning I had my friend drive me to the Dr in Newton so the nurse could "re-dress" the bandage and add more tape.  I started crying again (which I don't like doing) and she was so empathetic, understanding how frustrated I was.  Thanks Susan, she is another awesome nurse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE:  I would like to thank everyone for their prayers yesterday.  We have wonderful friends that care for us.  We received another unexpected donation for Luke's trip.  Praise that I am married to such a caring, loving, wonderful husband.  All of the small details he thinks of when caring for me are appreciated.  For example after being wheeled downstairs in a wheel chair, he had the car warmed up and once I got in car he covered me up with a blanket (as I am always cold).  Praise for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; bible study....Kelly made us meal last night that was gluten free!  I love the women in this study as they are so caring towards one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYERS:  That &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luke's&lt;/span&gt; trip will be 100% funded by the time he leaves on January 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Pray that the supply money will come in for materials for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt; and safety for all those going on this trip.  Continue to pray for answers for my test results even if it is good/bad.    Pray for peace for the boys as they are getting anxious about these new things happening in our home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1468078896950559200?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1468078896950559200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/biopsy-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1468078896950559200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1468078896950559200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/biopsy-is-over.html' title='Biopsy is OVER!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2336941484849692423</id><published>2009-12-08T08:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:20:36.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a GO!</title><content type='html'>PRAISE: We received word yesterday that Suzy had heard from Tony and the trip is a GO! The funds should be coming in soon for supplies! Luke had everything ready to be mailed to the Liberian Embassy but didn't want to send the envelope until we had word from Tony. ... He was so excited! I sent him to the post office so he could get in the mail. I am fairly certain he was floating on cloud 9 most of the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE: We sent our first envelope to Deer Creek Church with donations! It was awesome. Friends and family have been so gracious, we are excited to have them share in God's work. We are roughly 50% funded for Luke's trip that will begin one month from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going out on a HUGE LIMB here and speaking from my heart. I have been wanting to share this for awhile on my blog but never felt the timing was right. It may be a point of anxiety for me, but I believe some things need to be shared in order for some extra prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of everything good going for Luke our family (me especially) is experiencing some spiritual warfare. I spoke with our Pastor the other day and he agreed and gave me some resources. As some of you know I really haven't felt well for about 2 years. It is draining. I hate saying I don't feel well because I know people are tired of hearing it and I am SICK AND TIRED of FEELING SICK &amp;amp; TIRED......I have seen multiple specialists and the most recent is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hematologist&lt;/span&gt;/cancer specialist. I have been having blood drawn weekly for almost a year. For some reason I don't produce very many white blood cells and then my body can't fight off sickness. In September I had my lowest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WBC&lt;/span&gt; and the lowest "infection fighter count" and it was the best I felt in months. The Dr. wanted to do a SECOND bone marrow biopsy and I refused. They are painful, they take weeks to heal from and above all they couldn't find anything wrong (even though I continue to have 2-3% abnormal lymph nodes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and I decided to go some alternative routes and met with a Chiropractor/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinesiologist&lt;/span&gt; (Dr. R.) in Topeka. He didn't know all of my side effects but came to the conclusion I had "parasites." He indicated I have probably had them since I was kid. I don't know what kind because living in the central US facilities don't do enough testing to know what they are looking for. Regardless of what type of parasite, my treatment would be the same. He also indicated if I had them my entire family would more than likely have them. So we have been on a high protein/low &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; diet since the beginning of November. The boys have done great even with such strict dietary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;regimen&lt;/span&gt; and just have a few more weeks to go before finishing treatment. FYI parasites LOVE sugar so we are trying to starve them and take supplements that inhibit their ability to digest sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is my body is TOXIC from the parasites waste. Their waste travels through your blood stream and they excrete &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amonia&lt;/span&gt; and other things harmful to humans. There is a strong correlation between parasites and cancer and fungus. That is a different blog for a different day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this exhausting. My ability to work is limited because I don't know how I will feel. This last week my leg broke out in shingles which is another sign of a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compromised&lt;/span&gt; immune system ! Therefore, Luke and I decided to go get my second biopsy because of all the indications of a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;leukemia&lt;/span&gt;" or "lymphoma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke told Pastor Dave the other day that his going on this trip depended on my biopsy results. I promptly told him he was going regardless of the test results. I won't go through typical cancer treatment anyway so one more month isn't going to hurt me.....BUT today is the day of the biopsy.......We are making the trek to Wichita in the snow, sleet and ice. Besides, Luke has an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt; too with his cancer Dr so it is kind of 2 for 1 deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praises: Look at the top. We have so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Requests: answers (whatever they may be), endurance, protection, for our boys as they are anxious because the last time Luke was gone that long he was in the hospital after having his lung removed last year, safe travels today and continued prayer and financial support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 6:13-17:  Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.  Stand firm then with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.  In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one.  Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit which is the word of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2336941484849692423?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2336941484849692423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-go.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2336941484849692423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2336941484849692423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-go.html' title='It is a GO!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6537057453768863702</id><published>2009-12-03T14:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:21:43.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Liberia</title><content type='html'>We will soon be announcing the blog for "Team Liberia 2010."  VERY EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke and I have been learning A LOT about international travel.  Luke has been a champion planning ahead and getting his "to do" list taken care of.  I am impressed since I tend to be a procrastinator and/or "work under the gun" kind of person....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE:  We are about 12% supported for Luke's trip to Liberia.  Luke was able to get his Yellow Fever shot and other mandatory vaccines yesterday (which was an issue on Monday).  God is showing me sides of my husband that I have never seen before regarding his FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYERS:  Please pray for Luke as he is getting persecuted regarding his trip to Liberia from both friends and family.  Emotionally this can be very trying.  Please pray for endurance as my health continues to be like a roller coaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6537057453768863702?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6537057453768863702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/team-liberia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6537057453768863702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6537057453768863702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/12/team-liberia.html' title='Team Liberia'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1246655042092369460</id><published>2009-11-29T21:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:15:11.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke's New Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Very exciting things have been happening at the Schmidt household and I think it is time to share! Last weekend Luke went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fairplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Colorado for a "missions retreat." It was the same weekend I wanted to be in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Muscatine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Iowa to hear Scott Harrison speak from Charity Water (&lt;a href="http://water4christmas.com/"&gt;water4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) but things never materialized. However, Luke still got an opportunity to hear more about a missions project being planned in January 2010 in Monrovia, Liberia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First, let me take you back a year or two in our lives. I will try to make this brief but no promises!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two years ago Luke and I took a Perspectives Class in our church which changed our lives....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As a result of this class, Luke and I decided that I needed a career change. I had been working roughly 11 years as a Director of Juvenile Services (in and out of home placements/prevention) and an Intensive Supervision Officer for Adults &amp;amp; Juveniles. It was very stressful and my family was suffering as a result.  We decided I should stay at home for awhile so I could be more involved in Bible Studies, Church and with our family.  My last day was July 3, 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During Perspectives we met a speaker by the name of Tony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tony talked of his life-story walking out of Liberia with his wife and young daughter during a civil war, one in which Christians were being persecuted. Tony arrived at a refugee camp still proclaiming his love for Christ and Liberia. Tony had a vision that he would one day return to Liberia and provide a safe place for family/community gatherings and a place where one could learn about our God and Savior without fear.  That night at Perspectives, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tony handed out a brochure called Center Point International after Tony's "mission."  Something about Tony's testimony lit a fire in Luke that he hadn't experienced since he was at Thomas-Moore Prep. That night Luke came home and put the brochure on our bathroom mirror and it has been there ever since so we can remember to pray for Tony and Center Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second, 2 weeks after I quit my job we found out the spot on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Luke's&lt;/span&gt; lung had "doubled in size 8 times in 6 months" and needed to come out immediately. These spots on Luke's lungs were found "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt;" during a CT scan of his lower back. We had been watching them so this growth was unexpected as Luke was not a smoker. The surgeon informed me during the surgery that the spot on Luke's lung was cancer and they had to remove not only the middle but also the upper lobe of his right lung. We were thankful Luke did not have to have radiation or chemotherapy. The recovery has been a long process but we continue to praise God that the cancer was found, it didn't spread and that Luke is still with us today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now to the present.......Roughly 3 weeks ago we got a call from a friend who asked if Luke wanted to go on a short term missions trip to Monrovia, Liberia. They were needing someone who knew how to do electrical work for a library and they thought of him. Of course, Luke wanted to go but when he found out it would be with Tony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Center Point, he was ELATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so excited for Luke and this opportunity he has been given to serve God. He has written letters to friends and family asking for prayer and financial support. Luke will be leaving January 7, 2010 and returning January 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. There are only two men from Kansas going on the trip and the rest are from Colorado. We will be starting a separate blog for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; trip sometime this week ( I will keep you posted). We are no where near our financial support and airline tickets will need to be purchased soon so continued prayers would be welcomed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxM_4-XD1xI/AAAAAAAAAzc/hUiiz61YlOc/s1600/November+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409737825447040786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxM_4-XD1xI/AAAAAAAAAzc/hUiiz61YlOc/s320/November+2009+072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Here is part of the group going to Liberia. Tony &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Weedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is directly below Luke. Luke will be traveling with Eric &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Buller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who was at Water Weekend (lucky) and not in the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxM_4neP2OI/AAAAAAAAAzU/RWuG21wvI2c/s1600/November+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409737819303172322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxM_4neP2OI/AAAAAAAAAzU/RWuG21wvI2c/s320/November+2009+071.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; To learn more about Tony's mission please visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.centerpointinternational.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.centerpointinternational.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. This group will be working on the library at Center Point's Compound. If anyone would like to be part of Luke's prayer team, please email him at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:luke7710@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luke7710@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; or leave a comment and I will pass it on to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1246655042092369460?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1246655042092369460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/lukes-new-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1246655042092369460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1246655042092369460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/lukes-new-mission.html' title='Luke&apos;s New Mission'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxM_4-XD1xI/AAAAAAAAAzc/hUiiz61YlOc/s72-c/November+2009+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3723136397963671570</id><published>2009-11-27T23:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T00:10:57.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabel's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke made it home from Colorado early Sunday morning.  He slept a few hours and had to get up to get ready for company.  Luke's parents, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacqie&lt;/span&gt;, Isabel, and Isabel's other grandma were coming over that afternoon to celebrate Thanksgiving and Isabel's 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday!  Luke was so EXCITED to see his Isabel he could hardly stand it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7kpz_00I/AAAAAAAAAzM/pjxSCs9soVE/s1600/November+2009+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409029390845596482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7kpz_00I/AAAAAAAAAzM/pjxSCs9soVE/s320/November+2009+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great grandma Schmidt brought the birthday cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7kO1RO7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/rrFIkCQMots/s1600/November+2009+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409029383603174322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7kO1RO7I/AAAAAAAAAzE/rrFIkCQMots/s320/November+2009+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabel getting ready to blow out her candles...&lt;br /&gt;The boys did NOT like the princess plates, napkins and tablecloth.&lt;br /&gt;They were too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7kKfkvjI/AAAAAAAAAy8/hAvevVJpbn8/s1600/November+2009+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409029382438436402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7kKfkvjI/AAAAAAAAAy8/hAvevVJpbn8/s320/November+2009+092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabel was always ready to pose, even with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; mustache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7jtPhS7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/IaVngcpSUVQ/s1600/November+2009+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409029374586473394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7jtPhS7I/AAAAAAAAAy0/IaVngcpSUVQ/s320/November+2009+093.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa and Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7JtvlLYI/AAAAAAAAAys/dcb5xBf4hBw/s1600/November+2009+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409028928044346754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7JtvlLYI/AAAAAAAAAys/dcb5xBf4hBw/s320/November+2009+084.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabel opening presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7JYbJOAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Jze8xOdNK7I/s1600/November+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409028922321483778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7JYbJOAI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Jze8xOdNK7I/s320/November+2009+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pose again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7JMQQiJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/iMk-rWGeUAw/s1600/November+2009+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409028919054600338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7JMQQiJI/AAAAAAAAAyc/iMk-rWGeUAw/s320/November+2009+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys couldn't get enough of Isabel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7IwFNaWI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PaO0d9KLK08/s1600/November+2009+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409028911492065634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7IwFNaWI/AAAAAAAAAyU/PaO0d9KLK08/s320/November+2009+077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Linda and the kids playing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were so glad Linda could join us for the party...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope we can do it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3723136397963671570?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3723136397963671570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/isabels-2nd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3723136397963671570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3723136397963671570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/isabels-2nd-birthday.html' title='Isabel&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC7kpz_00I/AAAAAAAAAzM/pjxSCs9soVE/s72-c/November+2009+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7089384022651638662</id><published>2009-11-27T23:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:49:24.757-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dads Old House In Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last weekend, Luke took a quick trip to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fairplay&lt;/span&gt;, Colorado.  He was so excited about his trip, he couldn't sleep the night before.  Therefore, he got up &lt;strong&gt;extra&lt;/strong&gt; early and was &lt;strong&gt;extra&lt;/strong&gt; early for his meeting.  Since he had a few "hours" to spare, he stopped off at my dad's (and mine for one year) old house in the mountains.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When Luke pulled up to the house, there was an elk in our old front yard.  She got scared and ran away before Luke could get a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC110KuHAI/AAAAAAAAAyM/TFS9OeaPrj8/s1600/November+2009+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409023088613268482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC110KuHAI/AAAAAAAAAyM/TFS9OeaPrj8/s320/November+2009+062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC11mN8HII/AAAAAAAAAyE/v6tM0Asfiws/s1600/November+2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409023084868672642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC11mN8HII/AAAAAAAAAyE/v6tM0Asfiws/s320/November+2009+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad's old house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC11fqKhPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/itOsHYOqsTU/s1600/November+2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409023083108009202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC11fqKhPI/AAAAAAAAAx8/itOsHYOqsTU/s320/November+2009+061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1kobJ8gI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Jk_AckHVCY0/s1600/November+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409022793403200002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1kobJ8gI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Jk_AckHVCY0/s320/November+2009+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would park my car at the bottom of the driveway when my car wouldn't make it up the drive due to LOTS of SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1kcyweXI/AAAAAAAAAxs/RaVENgu4kKE/s1600/November+2009+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409022790280968562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1kcyweXI/AAAAAAAAAxs/RaVENgu4kKE/s320/November+2009+059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1j73kbtI/AAAAAAAAAxk/F9naQholyxc/s1600/November+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409022781442780882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1j73kbtI/AAAAAAAAAxk/F9naQholyxc/s320/November+2009+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This land is across the street from our old house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a "For Sale" sign if anyone wants a great cabin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afraid it would be quite pricey too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1jlk1ZPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/hAhyHYCy72g/s1600/November+2009+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409022775458620658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC1jlk1ZPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/hAhyHYCy72g/s320/November+2009+057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Luke and I really miss this place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Dad sold it after he decided to move somewhere warm and tropical.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He left the long winters/snow FOR warm weather, nice beaches and cheaper living....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now in order to see dad we have to fly for 24 hours to Thailand, rather than drive to Colorado for 8 hours.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....I don't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; that anytime soon with two boys!&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/7703078531345538067-7089384022651638662?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7089384022651638662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dads-old-house-in-colorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7089384022651638662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7089384022651638662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-dads-old-house-in-colorado.html' title='My Dads Old House In Colorado'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SxC110KuHAI/AAAAAAAAAyM/TFS9OeaPrj8/s72-c/November+2009+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-4278447672248367633</id><published>2009-11-19T08:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:28:50.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SwVbCOOOtKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ugo3zqP8rRE/s1600/Jody-young+and+old.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Over $10,000 dollars was in ONE day for WATER.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Water for babies.....children.......... mother's.......father's........grandmother's... &amp;amp; grandfather's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405827021463794850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SwVbCOOOtKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ugo3zqP8rRE/s320/Jody-young+and+old.jpg" /&gt; This pictures humbles me.......This was a recent picture taken by Jody's team while visiting the villages in Liberia who have received the wells for clean water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture made me stop.....Every time I think my house needs "so much work" done to it or I am upset because I don't I have anything to wear (as I have a walk in closet full and few dressers), I am reminded of what God has given me and my family....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not sure of the name of the song (Enough? You alone are God?) but we sang it in church a few weeks ago and it reminds me of how blessed we are....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The verse says something like this: "You have given me more than enough."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, as we prepare for the upcoming Thanksgiving Holiday, lets truly reflect how blessed we are and how often times God is not acknowledged or praised for these blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-4278447672248367633?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/4278447672248367633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4278447672248367633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4278447672248367633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SwVbCOOOtKI/AAAAAAAAAxU/ugo3zqP8rRE/s72-c/Jody-young+and+old.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3502560680643231843</id><published>2009-11-09T11:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T12:05:50.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces behind the water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SvhZRtIF0rI/AAAAAAAAAxM/nIqjAA904YA/s1600-h/Liberia+Boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402165913737089714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SvhZRtIF0rI/AAAAAAAAAxM/nIqjAA904YA/s320/Liberia+Boy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is truly AMAZING. I want to write something more profound but I lack the words and time to give it proper thought. Therefore, I will use Jody's blog to help express what my heart wants to say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, you are wondering if Water4Christmas is a legit organization!?! Yes.....yes it is. Here is the proof. Please take 5 minutes and read about &lt;a href="http://jodyrlanders.com/"&gt;Jody's &lt;/a&gt;(&amp;amp; others) journey to Liberia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the real deal folks! This is not some sales pitch asking for money in order to line the pockets of those in administration. We are blessed to live in the United States. We are blessed in order to bless others. If you can't afford $10.00, then please blog, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, email, whatever, in order to tell people about this organization &lt;a href="http://www.water4christmas.com/"&gt;http://www.water4christmas.com/&lt;/a&gt;.   I can't turn my back away from the faces of those the water has helped, like the boy above.  See what God puts on your heart and act accordingly.  Really, we are all just "Jars of Clay."  Ordinary, everyday people that are trying to make a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3502560680643231843?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3502560680643231843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-truly-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3502560680643231843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3502560680643231843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-truly-amazing.html' title='Faces behind the water'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SvhZRtIF0rI/AAAAAAAAAxM/nIqjAA904YA/s72-c/Liberia+Boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-8553763640946676916</id><published>2009-11-04T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:33:02.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Break-Water4Christmas</title><content type='html'>So I have taken a little break from blog land.  Really, I wish time wasn't such a factor.  I have been wanting to blog more about WATER but haven't had the right words at the right time.  There has been so much going on lately that I am lucky to even recall my name (more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I am sending you to another blog that is super cool and she has already done the work explaining the Water4Christmas cause!  Megan was one of the 9 that got together to make crafts to sell in the Water4Christmas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; shop.  Thanks &lt;a href="http://megduerksen.typepad.com/whatever/2009/10/water4christmas.html"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, visit the Water4Christmas website and purchase your first $10 Christmas present on November 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-8553763640946676916?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/8553763640946676916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-break-water4christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8553763640946676916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8553763640946676916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-break-water4christmas.html' title='Little Break-Water4Christmas'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1102531070015826598</id><published>2009-10-18T21:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:24:45.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Sue's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Despite all the illness, I went against my "better" judgement and we went to the K-State vs. Texas A&amp;amp;M game in Manhattan on Saturday.  Jacob has had a sinus infection for days and I was sick Friday night/Saturday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my REASONING for making myself and the kids hang out in the cold:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacqie&lt;/span&gt; and her friend wanted to come with us to this game for months....Luke looked hard for weeks before he found tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.  My step-sister, Angela and her husband, Matt, were going to be in town at the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3.  We were celebrating my mom's BIRTHDAY at the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StvXzT86tXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CJpX2HxbY9Q/s1600-h/October+2009+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394142255235380594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StvXzT86tXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CJpX2HxbY9Q/s320/October+2009+113.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angela made a homemade carrot cake with real cream cheese frosting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perfectly decorated for mom and a K-State game!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, it was as delicious at it looks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StvXy_umR-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/Idg6I98JfiI/s1600-h/October+2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394142249806612450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StvXy_umR-I/AAAAAAAAAw8/Idg6I98JfiI/s320/October+2009+116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob picked this out for Grandma Sue the other day.  It is a box with an angel holding a gold shaped heart.  Hence the reason it was called the "Heart of Gold Angel."&lt;br /&gt;Jacob wrapped it all by himself with "Superman" wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you mom for being there for me and for all of your family. &lt;br /&gt;You truly do have a Heart of Gold.&lt;br /&gt;We Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1102531070015826598?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1102531070015826598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/grandma-sues-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1102531070015826598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1102531070015826598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/grandma-sues-birthday.html' title='Grandma Sue&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StvXzT86tXI/AAAAAAAAAxE/CJpX2HxbY9Q/s72-c/October+2009+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-9070161172448917935</id><published>2009-10-15T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:39:03.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Retreat Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first weekend of October I had the opportunity to spend time with 9 amazing women making crafts to sell on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt; shop for &lt;a href="http://www.water4christmas.com/"&gt;www.water4christmas.com&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 women drove from Iowa &amp;amp; 4 of us drove from Newton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to Pam's house in Kansas City.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of us contributing to the project in our own special way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfi_VqQs3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/-hUt9ZYP1WQ/s1600-h/6a00e54fcf1b9288340120a5c2de31970b-500wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393028656573494130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfi_VqQs3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/-hUt9ZYP1WQ/s320/6a00e54fcf1b9288340120a5c2de31970b-500wi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crafting Team&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Front Row: Teresa, Jody, Shana, Amy, Pam, Megan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back row:  Me, Cassie, Amy, Jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfiv_FffbI/AAAAAAAAAws/-P1eJ2-5838/s1600-h/6a00d8341c469c53ef0120a610edbc970c-640wi%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393028392815656370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfiv_FffbI/AAAAAAAAAws/-P1eJ2-5838/s320/6a00d8341c469c53ef0120a610edbc970c-640wi%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me......yes, me.........doing crafts and loving it.........REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfii8gQb6I/AAAAAAAAAwk/-wdVvH6VgZ8/s1600-h/6a00d8341c469c53ef0120a610ed60970c-640wi%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393028168784310178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfii8gQb6I/AAAAAAAAAwk/-wdVvH6VgZ8/s320/6a00d8341c469c53ef0120a610ed60970c-640wi%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pam's "House of Crafts"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cassie, Amy and Jody working hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teresa cutting patterns for headbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfiiR28PCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/eSWfQnxAmEY/s1600-h/IMG_0569%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393028157336730658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfiiR28PCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/eSWfQnxAmEY/s320/IMG_0569%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;patterns.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfih871nmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6lg0Wk4xmRY/s1600-h/IMG_0568%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393028151720124002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfih871nmI/AAAAAAAAAwU/6lg0Wk4xmRY/s320/IMG_0568%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pam our hostess....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss her so much since she left Newton.  It was good to see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfihKySX2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/3W3d47JrUz8/s1600-h/6a00d8341c469c53ef0120a610efe9970c-640wi%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393028138258292578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfihKySX2I/AAAAAAAAAwM/3W3d47JrUz8/s320/6a00d8341c469c53ef0120a610efe9970c-640wi%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan's finished project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was humbled by the passion of these women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driven to help raise money to dig wells in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Liberia&lt;/span&gt; for CLEAN drinking water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clean water, which we take for granted here in America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have thought about this post for almost two weeks.  My post hasn't been as eloquent or as "heart felt" as I would like it to be.  Therefore, I encourage each of you to read more about the weekend from fellow "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crafters&lt;/span&gt;."  Go to "Clearing the Air", The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Burback&lt;/span&gt; Family, Whatever, Chapter 35 and &lt;a href="http://jodyrlanders.com/"&gt;http://jodyrlanders.com&lt;/a&gt; on the side bar of my blog to learn more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;advance&lt;/span&gt;, I still don't know how to add their links to my posts.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-9070161172448917935?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/9070161172448917935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/water-retreat-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9070161172448917935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9070161172448917935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/water-retreat-weekend.html' title='Water Retreat Weekend'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Stfi_VqQs3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/-hUt9ZYP1WQ/s72-c/6a00e54fcf1b9288340120a5c2de31970b-500wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-158880435150502945</id><published>2009-10-15T21:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:39:55.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitors!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday we had surprise visitors come by to see us!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Onn&lt;/span&gt; and her friend came by the house and brought some food for us.   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Onn&lt;/span&gt; is a very SPECIAL person.  She is very caring and she loves the boys (despite their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orneriness&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZI_-pQtI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2OPhDX0GWGg/s1600-h/October+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393017827435823826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZI_-pQtI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2OPhDX0GWGg/s320/October+2009+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob was excited to show &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Onn&lt;/span&gt; his "Bumble Bee" Costume.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZIY-TG9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/E4eMCXcnrGY/s1600-h/October+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393017816965389266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZIY-TG9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/E4eMCXcnrGY/s320/October+2009+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Onn&lt;/span&gt;, Jacob and Ben (GI Joe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZH8HSnbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Cy2CBi1X-5E/s1600-h/October+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393017809218477490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZH8HSnbI/AAAAAAAAAvs/Cy2CBi1X-5E/s320/October+2009+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Onn&lt;/span&gt; is originally from Thailand.  She has only been in the United States a few years.  She is attending &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt;, getting her degree in nursing.  We are thankful that God has brought her into our lives.   Our stomachs like it too because she a great cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out &lt;em&gt;Siam&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cuisine&lt;/em&gt; in Wichita for authentic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Thai&lt;/span&gt; food at very REASONABLE prices.   &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Onn's&lt;/span&gt; family runs the business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZHQzgOzI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h64VC1VNnQc/s1600-h/October+2009+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393017797592759090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZHQzgOzI/AAAAAAAAAvk/h64VC1VNnQc/s320/October+2009+023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, Luke's parents came by and spent Sunday night with us.  Don had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Drs&lt;/span&gt;. appointment in Wichita on Monday so we had extra special time with them on Sunday/Monday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacqie&lt;/span&gt; was able to come by and see us too.  However, Luke was bummed because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jacqie&lt;/span&gt; didn't have time to bring Isabel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-158880435150502945?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/158880435150502945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/visitors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/158880435150502945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/158880435150502945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/visitors.html' title='Visitors!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/StfZI_-pQtI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2OPhDX0GWGg/s72-c/October+2009+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3530329083646018562</id><published>2009-10-07T20:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:44:51.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trooper Therapy &amp; Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mr. Smiley" AKA "Trooper"&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss1Q4OS0yAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VnLam9b0NxU/s1600-h/Troop+Smiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390053255872301058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss1Q4OS0yAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VnLam9b0NxU/s320/Troop+Smiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;This is "Trooper". He is MY dog. Trooper loves the boys, especially Jacob. Ben is allergic to dogs so he stays clear but Jacob "snuggles" with Troop and they are buddies. Troop got his name because I decided with two boys ages 2 and 3 (at the time) he needed to be a "Trooper" to put up with the boys being rough. Troop is a VERY good boy, low key, relaxed, and melts my heart with those big brown eyes. Troops only down fall are his ears. He gets infections frequently which can cause him to be quite "stinky." That is okay by me because I still LOVE him.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08N_Du0iI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WdcyuI66wX4/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390030539995402786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08N_Du0iI/AAAAAAAAAvU/WdcyuI66wX4/s320/September+2009+(2)+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Above, Troop looks like a bear rug, relaxing after a very rough morning - ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08BQFCauI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Up5dXT-2Rbg/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390030321225984738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08BQFCauI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Up5dXT-2Rbg/s320/September+2009+(2)+019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Troop sporting an "80's do" with an "ear head-band."&lt;br /&gt;This is suppose to help get air to his ears so they don't get infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08A_WBxAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jM7z0-Rx7mM/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390030316733842434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08A_WBxAI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jM7z0-Rx7mM/s320/September+2009+(2)+018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Side profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08ARAKh3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Hl1IJP6r7LU/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390030304294111090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss08ARAKh3I/AAAAAAAAAu8/Hl1IJP6r7LU/s320/September+2009+(2)+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trooper very excited that we were in the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss07q4cjHWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DbwcroF4cZo/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029936925023586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss07q4cjHWI/AAAAAAAAAu0/DbwcroF4cZo/s320/September+2009+(2)+088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NOW, here is the real reason for the blog.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lonely being in the house by myself on Tuesday and Troop smelled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I decided to give him a bath and "groom him." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also trying to be "thrifty" since I am not working and wanted to save $80.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above is the before bath, blow drying, shaving and brushing picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss07qX0CTDI/AAAAAAAAAus/13tHSPgO3FQ/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029928165166130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss07qX0CTDI/AAAAAAAAAus/13tHSPgO3FQ/s320/September+2009+(2)+089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trooper afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss07p8VK9vI/AAAAAAAAAuk/GWo15AivRRY/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029920787953394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss07p8VK9vI/AAAAAAAAAuk/GWo15AivRRY/s320/September+2009+(2)+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It took so long to take care of Trooper and clean the bathroom, that I was late picking up the boys. However, it made the day go by quickly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3530329083646018562?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3530329083646018562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/trooper-therapy-random-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3530329083646018562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3530329083646018562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/trooper-therapy-random-pictures.html' title='Trooper Therapy &amp; Random Pictures'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss1Q4OS0yAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/VnLam9b0NxU/s72-c/Troop+Smiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-9181801277984639526</id><published>2009-10-07T19:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:06:18.909-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October 5'/><title type='text'>Jacob's First Day of All Day Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday was Jacob's first day of all day Kindergarten. He was so excited that he had a hard time falling asleep on Sunday and woke up at 5:00 AM Monday. Luke found him that morning, dressed and laying on his "made" bed. Yes, Jacob was ready but mom on other hand, not so much!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss05CKNCJxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YjVsaqyB74c/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390027038293894930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss05CKNCJxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YjVsaqyB74c/s320/September+2009+(2)+079.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss05Bku7yDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/VlxPl4PMP1g/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390027028235536434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss05Bku7yDI/AAAAAAAAAuU/VlxPl4PMP1g/s320/September+2009+(2)+078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben is in a lovely stage of making "faces." I think this was the only picture without his tongue sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss04sKDpBuI/AAAAAAAAAuM/wwN2wXNf1GA/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390026660297377506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss04sKDpBuI/AAAAAAAAAuM/wwN2wXNf1GA/s320/September+2009+(2)+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss04roSeHdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/gAFdt4vRjHs/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390026651232771538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss04roSeHdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/gAFdt4vRjHs/s320/September+2009+(2)+086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both boys waiting for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss04q2Sk-rI/AAAAAAAAAt8/a58ofwVDNdg/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390026637811448498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss04q2Sk-rI/AAAAAAAAAt8/a58ofwVDNdg/s320/September+2009+(2)+087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my "Babies" leaving on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob had a great day of all day kindergarten and enjoyed eating lunch at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful he had a good day and that Ben helped take care of him on the bus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-9181801277984639526?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/9181801277984639526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/jacobs-first-day-of-all-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9181801277984639526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9181801277984639526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/jacobs-first-day-of-all-day.html' title='Jacob&apos;s First Day of All Day Kindergarten'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Ss05CKNCJxI/AAAAAAAAAuc/YjVsaqyB74c/s72-c/September+2009+(2)+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2046454845855890407</id><published>2009-10-05T13:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:40:34.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Weekend</title><content type='html'>I am feeling somewhat obligated to blog after getting on-line and noticing that I am the only one left of the bunch that hasn't blogged about the "craft weekend."  Which was put together by awesome women with a vision to provide clean drinking water to men, women and children in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Liberia&lt;/span&gt;.  10 women came together to make crafts to sell on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; Shop next month (as a fund raiser) to dig wells.  I will keep everyone updated on how to get involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to link &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; blog but I am the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;technologically&lt;/span&gt; challenged of the bunch.  So either Amy or Cassie is going to have to give me a lesson on how to post cool pictures, links, etc. on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;.  This may actually require a phone call!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, of course I need to figure out how to give credit on certain links so I don't violate any copy right stuff....See the need to follow directions to a "T" is the old "Probation Officer" coming out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing.....go to &lt;a href="http://www.water4christmas.com/"&gt;www.water4christmas.com&lt;/a&gt; to find out how you can give to this &lt;em&gt;legitimate&lt;/em&gt; organization working towards a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2046454845855890407?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2046454845855890407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/craft-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2046454845855890407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2046454845855890407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/craft-weekend.html' title='Craft Weekend'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-728093959607499975</id><published>2009-10-01T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:36:30.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was my first day of being "unemployed" for a few weeks.  It ended up being a great day.  I started helping Jacob with his homework.  All &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kindergartner's&lt;/span&gt; were required to decorate a scarecrow for the hallways at school....My "ex-coworker" (less than 24 hours) knew I was working on a scarecrow and knew I wouldn't make it to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; for "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Raffia&lt;/span&gt;."  So she called me and said I am outside your front door, let me in!!!  She came bearing gifts...Rafia...yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun!  We had coffee and apples (her favorite), had fun helping Jacob with his project, had the windows open and listened to crickets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lynne has officially made it past the "family friendly" cleanliness rules and she has graduated to family member.  I stayed in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Jammie's&lt;/span&gt; while she was here, we swept my kitchen floor and even worked on my toilet!  I think Lynne is a keeper! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxUZuyaNI/AAAAAAAAAt0/PcuKCbTjA-o/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387837124537116882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxUZuyaNI/AAAAAAAAAt0/PcuKCbTjA-o/s320/September+2009+(2)+069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob and Lynne working on the scarecrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxT6J_LVI/AAAAAAAAAts/DVTu5jwCrq4/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387837116061265234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxT6J_LVI/AAAAAAAAAts/DVTu5jwCrq4/s320/September+2009+(2)+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trooper, hanging out acting really "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stressed&lt;/span&gt; out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxTpzvvMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vfc6gOm7S8U/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387837111673011394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxTpzvvMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vfc6gOm7S8U/s320/September+2009+(2)+074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then after an afternoon to myself (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;), I picked up the boys for haircuts and then off to flag football!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben is #6 and Jacob #8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxTOtQc9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/_m2V-u5hkVM/s1600-h/September+2009+(2)+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387837104398037970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxTOtQc9I/AAAAAAAAAtc/_m2V-u5hkVM/s320/September+2009+(2)+072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke B. (far left), Ben and Jacob getting ready to "tackle".....wait, I mean "pull a flag." &lt;div&gt;What a GREAT day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-728093959607499975?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/728093959607499975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/728093959607499975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/728093959607499975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-day.html' title='A Perfect Day'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SsVxUZuyaNI/AAAAAAAAAt0/PcuKCbTjA-o/s72-c/September+2009+(2)+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-5522035241855150746</id><published>2009-09-22T21:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:50:57.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Fall</title><content type='html'>Happy Fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke keeps asking me when I am going to blog.........hmmm.........very good question.  I wish there were enough hours in the day to EVERYTHING I wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, blogging has been on the "back burner" for about a month now.  I will continue to take a break until I am officially "unemployed" on 10/1/09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next week!&lt;br /&gt;:)Angie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-5522035241855150746?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/5522035241855150746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5522035241855150746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5522035241855150746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-fall.html' title='First Day of Fall'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-5729924413675245669</id><published>2009-08-26T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:14:28.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rafting-part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what the weather looked like when started rafting......................&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4bUUsy9I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Gs-KakorkDs/s1600-h/Family+picture+on+Colorado+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374474878532242386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4bUUsy9I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Gs-KakorkDs/s320/Family+picture+on+Colorado+River.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4IpJ1M2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/TzNm88KWZsk/s1600-h/Hail+on+Colorado+River.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374474557706285922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4IpJ1M2I/AAAAAAAAAtE/TzNm88KWZsk/s320/Hail+on+Colorado+River.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; About 30 minutes into the raft trip, this is what it looked like.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was cold, rainy and then it hailed on us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4IQBZVSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SEmbF594PRY/s1600-h/jake+after+hitting+the+rapid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374474550960018722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4IQBZVSI/AAAAAAAAAs8/SEmbF594PRY/s320/jake+after+hitting+the+rapid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke and Jacob after hitting a huge rapid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4H05B87I/AAAAAAAAAs0/6nU8MwvB5rw/s1600-h/Luke+after+first+rapid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374474543677174706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4H05B87I/AAAAAAAAAs0/6nU8MwvB5rw/s320/Luke+after+first+rapid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke enjoying being in the front and taking on all the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4HVYpMVI/AAAAAAAAAss/205BIeKirV8/s1600-h/jake-ben-mom+rafting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374474535219835218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4HVYpMVI/AAAAAAAAAss/205BIeKirV8/s320/jake-ben-mom+rafting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and Ben (and me) before it got cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX3oGjY3UI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZjIUJ2uo22A/s1600-h/Jacob++on+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473998662425922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX3oGjY3UI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ZjIUJ2uo22A/s320/Jacob++on+river.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank goodness our guide had an extra coat for Jake after he got drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX3nvYg8yI/AAAAAAAAAsc/OK3H5p9o32M/s1600-h/Ben+steering+the+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473992442802978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX3nvYg8yI/AAAAAAAAAsc/OK3H5p9o32M/s320/Ben+steering+the+boat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb (our guide) and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX3nIAT4KI/AAAAAAAAAsU/I9kGtf9NDEw/s1600-h/Ben+on+raft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374473981872300194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX3nIAT4KI/AAAAAAAAAsU/I9kGtf9NDEw/s320/Ben+on+raft.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben trying hard not to smile!  He had a great time.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-5729924413675245669?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/5729924413675245669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/rafting-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5729924413675245669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5729924413675245669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/rafting-part-2.html' title='rafting-part 2'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpX4bUUsy9I/AAAAAAAAAtU/Gs-KakorkDs/s72-c/Family+picture+on+Colorado+River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3872604386387299456</id><published>2009-08-26T21:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:57:06.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='August 22'/><title type='text'>KState Fan Appreciation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke went fishing for the weekend so we (Ben, Jake &amp;amp; myself) decided to head to Manhattan with my mom and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt; for Fan Appreciation Day.  It wasn't as crowded as I thought it would be....the boys liked getting to move from "seat to seat" without bugging anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After football practice, Coach Snyder invited everyone down to get signatures.  He also had a "pep-talk" for the kids and stressed how important it was to surround yourself with people who want you to succeed in life.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv9qxmPsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yejO6g2tDcI/s1600-h/KState+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465573069930178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv9qxmPsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yejO6g2tDcI/s320/KState+2009+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake and Ben observing practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv9Zy7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/RE72Q372dUg/s1600-h/KState+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465568512107410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv9Zy7Y5I/AAAAAAAAAsE/RE72Q372dUg/s320/KState+2009+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Sue and Jake posing after she left a lip stick "kiss" on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv846EqaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9IgKHu3V_i4/s1600-h/KState+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465559683705250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv846EqaI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9IgKHu3V_i4/s320/KState+2009+004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Players practicing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv8GmJiTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/4pwvjGu2W6A/s1600-h/KState+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465546178365746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv8GmJiTI/AAAAAAAAAr0/4pwvjGu2W6A/s320/KState+2009+012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Snyder introducing the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXvd6mN6RI/AAAAAAAAArs/vDIF6iE3YoE/s1600-h/KState+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465027561351442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXvd6mN6RI/AAAAAAAAArs/vDIF6iE3YoE/s320/KState+2009+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon (?) Banks was the only senior that allowed the boys to go under the table and pose for a picture with him.  He was super friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXvdBiT3LI/AAAAAAAAArk/3cQWUqfzBgs/s1600-h/KState+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465012244143282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXvdBiT3LI/AAAAAAAAArk/3cQWUqfzBgs/s320/KState+2009+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two above don't look big sitting down but these guys were huge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXvciHx7ZI/AAAAAAAAArc/fe-SFZDZTyM/s1600-h/KState+2009+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374465003811368338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXvciHx7ZI/AAAAAAAAArc/fe-SFZDZTyM/s320/KState+2009+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob wanted to know if the guys in the "green shirts" played for the Green Bay Packers.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jordy&lt;/span&gt; Nelson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was disappointed when he found out they are quarterbacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXu7PCeD9I/AAAAAAAAArU/Jnrhp9zp_T8/s1600-h/KState+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374464431753138130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXu7PCeD9I/AAAAAAAAArU/Jnrhp9zp_T8/s320/KState+2009+021.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mo one of the coaches...I need Ted's book so I all the players / coaches names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXu6JSAdrI/AAAAAAAAArM/9TvUh9YDRnY/s1600-h/KState+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374464413027825330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXu6JSAdrI/AAAAAAAAArM/9TvUh9YDRnY/s320/KState+2009+038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture cracks me up!  My boys look little compared these guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXu5boHEEI/AAAAAAAAArE/PO1FbgIS3lk/s1600-h/KState+2009+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374464400772501570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXu5boHEEI/AAAAAAAAArE/PO1FbgIS3lk/s320/KState+2009+036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, forgot the name but this guy grew up in Little River, KS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXuWWlqScI/AAAAAAAAAq8/mUoIkv5WTsE/s1600-h/KState+2009+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374463798124628418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXuWWlqScI/AAAAAAAAAq8/mUoIkv5WTsE/s320/KState+2009+041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a freshman 6'8" tall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I need him around my house to change light bulbs! just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXuVcChvZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/17UfpMVxt2M/s1600-h/KState+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374463782408011154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXuVcChvZI/AAAAAAAAAq0/17UfpMVxt2M/s320/KState+2009+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coach Snyder with Ben, Jake and me.  He had signed posters for over an hour-and-a-half and was still very gracious.  What a great role model for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXuUbpk99I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ndmhbySslKg/s1600-h/KState+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374463765123495890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXuUbpk99I/AAAAAAAAAqs/ndmhbySslKg/s320/KState+2009+052.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Ted, Ben and Jake on the football field.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys had an awesome time running and playing with some of the "tackling pads" on the field.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3872604386387299456?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3872604386387299456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/kstate-fan-appreciation-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3872604386387299456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3872604386387299456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/kstate-fan-appreciation-day.html' title='KState Fan Appreciation Day'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SpXv9qxmPsI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yejO6g2tDcI/s72-c/KState+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-36502134578530420</id><published>2009-08-17T21:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:50:06.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day-6: RAFTING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went white water rafting on Wednesday. Aunt Jenn met us there in the afternoon. That was the only way I was going to take the boys rafting was if there were more adults than kiddos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooVERU62UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/sXuJ--HZSDw/s1600-h/Ben+before+rafting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371128668707543362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooVERU62UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/sXuJ--HZSDw/s320/Ben+before+rafting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben waiting to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooSCvx6s3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/5Z_bUm1B74k/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371125343987610482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooSCvx6s3I/AAAAAAAAAqM/5Z_bUm1B74k/s320/Vacation+2009+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some pictures of rafting on the Colorado River. I will post more pictures later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooSDlK7oqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kbwWkeWYyzM/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371125358319608482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooSDlK7oqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kbwWkeWYyzM/s320/Vacation+2009+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooSDAw_K_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/iS35ScXE-LE/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371125348547111922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooSDAw_K_I/AAAAAAAAAqU/iS35ScXE-LE/s320/Vacation+2009+189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooRcFKkKDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/GmM9FSQ77CA/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371124679713237042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooRcFKkKDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/GmM9FSQ77CA/s320/Vacation+2009+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooRbmfT0II/AAAAAAAAAp8/1GXbC6XuXBc/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371124671478747266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooRbmfT0II/AAAAAAAAAp8/1GXbC6XuXBc/s320/Vacation+2009+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooRbEzcTFI/AAAAAAAAAp0/jBj-F7zWEls/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371124662436383826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooRbEzcTFI/AAAAAAAAAp0/jBj-F7zWEls/s320/Vacation+2009+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQtwws1oI/AAAAAAAAAps/dbvd_SZ7AOc/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371123883962062466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQtwws1oI/AAAAAAAAAps/dbvd_SZ7AOc/s320/Vacation+2009+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQtY2nDtI/AAAAAAAAApk/4hTR4OajE9M/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371123877544398546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQtY2nDtI/AAAAAAAAApk/4hTR4OajE9M/s320/Vacation+2009+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQWgEdEtI/AAAAAAAAApc/aa55SJyDILc/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371123484344521426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQWgEdEtI/AAAAAAAAApc/aa55SJyDILc/s320/Vacation+2009+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQIeDHHJI/AAAAAAAAApU/1yPMGJjcjwk/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371123243283848338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQIeDHHJI/AAAAAAAAApU/1yPMGJjcjwk/s320/Vacation+2009+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQH5vJsTI/AAAAAAAAApM/Cpc9BEgv0lo/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371123233536454962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQH5vJsTI/AAAAAAAAApM/Cpc9BEgv0lo/s320/Vacation+2009+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacobs feet are above.....If you look close you can see tennis shoes by Luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQHVOBWgI/AAAAAAAAApE/etA1eSntWLE/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371123223733819906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooQHVOBWgI/AAAAAAAAApE/etA1eSntWLE/s320/Vacation+2009+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke getting Jacob back up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooPgPJYs-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/xOOW6hiIp1U/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371122552088867810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooPgPJYs-I/AAAAAAAAAo8/xOOW6hiIp1U/s320/Vacation+2009+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooPfuJlz3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/eRnoQAih74c/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371122543231356786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooPfuJlz3I/AAAAAAAAAo0/eRnoQAih74c/s320/Vacation+2009+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooPe7r3WrI/AAAAAAAAAos/lqVdEalWqm4/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371122529684904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooPe7r3WrI/AAAAAAAAAos/lqVdEalWqm4/s320/Vacation+2009+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Jacob was freezing after taking the rapids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooO1JJ7qiI/AAAAAAAAAok/cRN-uCR2BYw/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371121811746171426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooO1JJ7qiI/AAAAAAAAAok/cRN-uCR2BYw/s320/Vacation+2009+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooO0CMTWQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1kvUYdg7l1I/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371121792697194754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooO0CMTWQI/AAAAAAAAAoc/1kvUYdg7l1I/s320/Vacation+2009+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob switched places with Ben after this. He was so cold! Thank goodness our guide had some warm coats! The boys had a great time.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-36502134578530420?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/36502134578530420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-6-rafting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/36502134578530420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/36502134578530420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-6-rafting.html' title='Vacation Day-6: RAFTING'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SooVERU62UI/AAAAAAAAAqk/sXuJ--HZSDw/s72-c/Ben+before+rafting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-722853279114462588</id><published>2009-08-15T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T09:07:10.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to learn how to use my scanner because I wanted to add more pictures (pre-digital cameras). Maybe by next year I will know how to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is hard to believe that another year has gone by without our "Logan Duane." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We often wonder what he would look like, his personality, likes/dislikes, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was the only one of our boys that had a cleft chin.........Would he look more like a Hess (my dad and brother both have cleft chins) or a Schmidt, or look just like Ben and Jake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SodvTHFGpLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5UjYS_XF69U/s1600-h/June+2009+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370383454771258546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SodvTHFGpLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5UjYS_XF69U/s320/June+2009+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We still don't know what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT what we do know is that Gods work for him was done at 39.5 weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a lot of heartache, it took 3 years for God to give us another baby....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then God had a sense of humor and gave us Jacob not quite 14 months later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent today volunteering at the Community Fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a great way to pay tribute to his special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-722853279114462588?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/722853279114462588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/logan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/722853279114462588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/722853279114462588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/logan.html' title='Logan'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SodvTHFGpLI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5UjYS_XF69U/s72-c/June+2009+086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-5027017595427361798</id><published>2009-08-14T21:51:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:15:39.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; Caverns.  We rode the gondola to the top of the mountain and shortly after we arrived we took a tour of a cave.  We were the only ones scheduled for 10:20 so we had a "private" tour.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYlA4mRlhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JvQYMCDblNU/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020302809044498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYlA4mRlhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JvQYMCDblNU/s320/Vacation+2009+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Ben going up on the gondola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYk3rYgwCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/kubi5EwRGrk/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020144642834466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYk3rYgwCI/AAAAAAAAAn8/kubi5EwRGrk/s320/Vacation+2009+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Jake.&lt;br /&gt;(mom not liking heights)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYkswYPiQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/aR9o3MT2goY/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370019957005322498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYkswYPiQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/aR9o3MT2goY/s320/Vacation+2009+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob and Ben getting a better look of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYksn9fMnI/AAAAAAAAAns/B5EGq2vf56I/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370019954745619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYksn9fMnI/AAAAAAAAAns/B5EGq2vf56I/s320/Vacation+2009+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;amost&lt;/span&gt; amazing part of the tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is late and I can't remember the name of it (I will do some investigating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYksCuG8WI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MiTxXsxluNE/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370019944749003106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYksCuG8WI/AAAAAAAAAnk/MiTxXsxluNE/s320/Vacation+2009+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben took a "picture" of a "picture" after the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYkJNFnjNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DATK2id53HM/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370019346236542162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYkJNFnjNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/DATK2id53HM/s320/Vacation+2009+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob and Ben eating lunch with a spectacular view.  Of course the food was overpriced but the atmosphere was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYkI-0EpMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DU_LMTwLB6Q/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370019342404854978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYkI-0EpMI/AAAAAAAAAnU/DU_LMTwLB6Q/s320/Vacation+2009+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating lunch looking at the gondola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjxUadW_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/KqtH8FXv_0A/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370018935886142450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjxUadW_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/KqtH8FXv_0A/s320/Vacation+2009+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob jumping on the trampoline.  Ben's pictures didn't turn out very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjw7eXBjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/KwbloHfRdew/s1600-h/Angie-Jenn+Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370018929191618098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjw7eXBjI/AAAAAAAAAnE/KwbloHfRdew/s320/Angie-Jenn+Swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Aunt Jenn on the "SWING SHOT."  I am so scared of heights that I didn't enjoy this one minute!  BUT the kids loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjKFwh3nI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2uUntHAAl0M/s1600-h/Ben-Jake+Swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370018261937282674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjKFwh3nI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2uUntHAAl0M/s320/Ben-Jake+Swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob was laughing the entire time and Ben hanging on for dear life.  Jacob has the "dare-devil" gene were Ben and I are lacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amusement park also had a mini rollercoaster.  The boys really liked it.  I went so slow the first time I got hit from someone from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjJz3GzuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/u33mSuPBvH0/s1600-h/ben+after+eating+pizza-cool+CO+air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370018257133031138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYjJz3GzuI/AAAAAAAAAm0/u33mSuPBvH0/s320/ben+after+eating+pizza-cool+CO+air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben laying on the park bench after eating pizza.  We hung out to see if any black bears came down the mountain to dig through trash..........but no luck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, Aunt Jenn, Luke, and myself were enjoying the cool air. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-5027017595427361798?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/5027017595427361798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5027017595427361798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5027017595427361798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-5.html' title='Vacation Day-5'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoYlA4mRlhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/JvQYMCDblNU/s72-c/Vacation+2009+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7489638727547620826</id><published>2009-08-13T21:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:51:30.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First Day of School 2009'/><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are taking a break from vacation pictures to announce the latest "last-minute" change. On August 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we had "meet the teacher" at South Breeze. A long list of events took place but Luke told Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Klug&lt;/span&gt; (kindergarten teacher) that he thought Jacob was ready and Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Klug&lt;/span&gt; said it wasn't too late if we changed our minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had made up mind for 5 months and I fully anticipated having one more year at home with my "baby." We hadn't worked on riding a bike without training wheels, tying shoes, etc. I was content with him being held back one more year until my little bubble was burst at 5:30 PM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once we got home we asked Jacob what he wanted and he said "if you want me to go to preschool with the little kids I will do it." However, my quotations aren't fully resembling the heartache he said it with. He said he wanted to go to kindergarten with the big kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ugggg&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Thursday started still not knowing if Jacob was going to school AND Ben got up at 5:00 AM asking when he could go to school. At least we kept him in bed until 6:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMvuOhOpI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KlILM_MWILI/s1600-h/Aug+2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369641775967320722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMvuOhOpI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KlILM_MWILI/s320/Aug+2009+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob and Ben before Ben caught the bus. Ben didn't want Jake to put his arm around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMvEuOh1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/lnjurAqEj28/s1600-h/Aug+2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369641764826023762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMvEuOh1I/AAAAAAAAAmE/lnjurAqEj28/s320/Aug+2009+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke with Jacob and Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMwhGEwhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/NBl93-YOnd0/s1600-h/Aug+2009+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369641789622108690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMwhGEwhI/AAAAAAAAAmc/NBl93-YOnd0/s320/Aug+2009+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben said his stomach was hurting so he forced a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMvywhCaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/C3cZ2IILii8/s1600-h/Aug+2009+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369641777183656354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMvywhCaI/AAAAAAAAAmU/C3cZ2IILii8/s320/Aug+2009+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben waiting for Ms. Jo the bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;AND.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMNYQrQcI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eYOMM-87Urw/s1600-h/Aug+2009+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369641185955234242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMNYQrQcI/AAAAAAAAAl8/eYOMM-87Urw/s320/Aug+2009+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob on his way into afternoon kindergarten. He wanted to get there early because he doesn't like people "staring" at him because he is "shy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTL-RLUHCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/tXrKIi2Hb4U/s1600-h/Aug+2009+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369640926355659810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTL-RLUHCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/tXrKIi2Hb4U/s320/Aug+2009+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob waiting for me to get out of the classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTLw4d5k5I/AAAAAAAAAls/9P2NPMUAYrM/s1600-h/Aug+2009+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369640696384426898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTLw4d5k5I/AAAAAAAAAls/9P2NPMUAYrM/s320/Aug+2009+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke and I thought it was pretty quiet and went looking for Jacob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how we found him about 5:00 PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think he was tired! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7489638727547620826?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7489638727547620826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7489638727547620826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7489638727547620826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise_13.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoTMvuOhOpI/AAAAAAAAAmM/KlILM_MWILI/s72-c/Aug+2009+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2501879080801613584</id><published>2009-08-13T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:22:10.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2501879080801613584?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2501879080801613584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2501879080801613584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2501879080801613584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise.html' title='Surprise!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7164845510106954784</id><published>2009-08-10T21:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:14:08.644-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 26'/><title type='text'>Vacation Day-4 - Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of Aunt Jenn's rules is you can't play with her "critters" unless she is home.  The boys couldn't wait for Aunt Jenn to get home from work on Monday so they could hold "Jones" and "Houdini".  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdz4lwPCI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8u87K0zZspw/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534639259434018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdz4lwPCI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8u87K0zZspw/s320/Vacation+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jones is a box turtle that was malnourished when her brother, Tim, found the turtle in his neighborhood.  Jenn inherited the turtle a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdzkcM-CI/AAAAAAAAAlE/U-zaUFQ-xq0/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534633850664994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdzkcM-CI/AAAAAAAAAlE/U-zaUFQ-xq0/s320/Vacation+2009+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jones loves apples and lettuce but is very shy!&lt;br /&gt;Ben was so excited to pick her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdckW5AkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/a8ED6mzzeP8/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534238691394114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdckW5AkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/a8ED6mzzeP8/s320/Vacation+2009+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next the boys got to hold "Houdini" and 3 foot Ball Python.  Jenn has had him since she was 19 years old.  He also lived with us in college.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note, Houdini cannot eat live mice.  He becomes friends with them and then the mice start hurting him.....therefore, in college, we always had frozen mice in our freezer.  It was carefully marked (thank goodness) but just a memory that just came to mind! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdcarsJBI/AAAAAAAAAks/-V7fOqD0Nug/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534236094276626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdcarsJBI/AAAAAAAAAks/-V7fOqD0Nug/s320/Vacation+2009+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob didn't like the feel of him on his skin so we put Jenn's work shirt over his legs.  Then he was okay with the snake crawling on him!  Ironic that Jake even has his native Kansas snake shirt on for the pictures! (Thank you Aunt Leslie that is one of his favorite shirts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdcFyZ3nI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ILxfTgFlCYs/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534230485294706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdcFyZ3nI/AAAAAAAAAkk/ILxfTgFlCYs/s320/Vacation+2009+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben is glowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdb-Mm63I/AAAAAAAAAkc/60xhV8KByE8/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534228447718258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdb-Mm63I/AAAAAAAAAkc/60xhV8KByE8/s320/Vacation+2009+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Jenn has two dogs, Copper and Red.  Jacob loved both of them but the picture of Red Dog was a blur so we just have one of Copper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdb0oi5SI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ay7qZMBRN4w/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534225880540450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdb0oi5SI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Ay7qZMBRN4w/s320/Vacation+2009+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben took a picture after Aunt Jenn's petting zoo was "closed" for the night.  Afterwards we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Glenwood&lt;/span&gt; for the next two nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7164845510106954784?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7164845510106954784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-4-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7164845510106954784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7164845510106954784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-4-night.html' title='Vacation Day-4 - Night'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDdz4lwPCI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8u87K0zZspw/s72-c/Vacation+2009+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-9016817750975169078</id><published>2009-08-10T21:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:51:54.233-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 26'/><title type='text'>Vacation Day-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday morning we headed to "Rifle Falls" in Rifle, Colorado (imagine). It was pretty and easy hiking for the boys. Luke did not get winded which was also a plus too! This was the first time he had been hiking since his surgery last August.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWXBaydRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SP40qfRevWc/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526446831760658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWXBaydRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SP40qfRevWc/s320/Vacation+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us under the waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCxoQKqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/mZ0-OHeK-u8/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526098995882658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCxoQKqI/AAAAAAAAAkE/mZ0-OHeK-u8/s320/Vacation+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plenty of caves for the boys to explore. I hit my head on the top of one of the caves and mom lost her sense of humor for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCjgxFxI/AAAAAAAAAj8/m96JDbcqIV8/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526095206389522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCjgxFxI/AAAAAAAAAj8/m96JDbcqIV8/s320/Vacation+2009+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were great trees to explore on top of the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCTNf_RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mxRqSGE8BgE/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526090830609682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCTNf_RI/AAAAAAAAAj0/mxRqSGE8BgE/s320/Vacation+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake, Mom and Ben at the base of the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCJTRq2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/UXVRY5n4uh0/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368526088170482530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWCJTRq2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/UXVRY5n4uh0/s320/Vacation+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;More&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;caves&lt;/em&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our hike the boys took off their shoes and put their feet in the water. The water was cold so they lost interest fairly quickly. I headed to the lovely "outhouse" and in the meantime Ben fell into the creek....He thought he was stepping on grass but it wasn't! He kept telling us NOT to laugh (it was hard not too) because he was so embarrassed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gets so sensitive about those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVaoL0QjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/EhSHaKEBiuU/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368525409265926706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVaoL0QjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/EhSHaKEBiuU/s320/Vacation+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our adventure at the "Falls" we drove a few more miles up the road to the fish hatchery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn works for the Division so I thought it would be fun to get Ben's picture with their logo. Besides I am little biased towards the "ram" since I am an Alum from Colorado State University......Go RAMS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVOFyd-WI/AAAAAAAAAjc/N1knIPfBXfk/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368525193874372962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVOFyd-WI/AAAAAAAAAjc/N1knIPfBXfk/s320/Vacation+2009+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hatchery only raises Rainbow Trout....We got to go through and feed them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also saw two Eagles who had a nest near the hatchery. They were amazing to watch in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVNlvbsvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2af6gpLn0nE/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368525185271706354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVNlvbsvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/2af6gpLn0nE/s320/Vacation+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;wanted to throw a fishing pole in the water, but I think that was against policy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVNaDlKTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N8b8n-9PPNs/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368525182134987058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDVNaDlKTI/AAAAAAAAAjM/N8b8n-9PPNs/s320/Vacation+2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way back we stopped off at this lake so the boys could throw more rocks. If I haven't already said this, they LOVE throwing rocks....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't stay here too long because the ants were "vicious!" They would hang on your shoes, clothes, skin, whatever they could hang onto and not let go. They loved to bite too! We renamed this lake "Fire Ant Lake." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jenn informed me afterwards that they didn't have "fire ants" in Colorado but we didn't care that is still what we are calling it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-9016817750975169078?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/9016817750975169078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9016817750975169078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9016817750975169078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-4.html' title='Vacation Day-4'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SoDWXBaydRI/AAAAAAAAAkM/SP40qfRevWc/s72-c/Vacation+2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-5697874568703636876</id><published>2009-08-09T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:00:20.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 25'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Vacation Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday we stopped to see our Niece and Nephew and their two children, Jaxson and Lexi.  It was the first time we got to meet Lexi so everyone was very excited!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLzUU1nI/AAAAAAAAAjE/p1hqvJvHrpI/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175509858735730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLzUU1nI/AAAAAAAAAjE/p1hqvJvHrpI/s320/Vacation+2009+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lexi was adorable!  It &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; made me want another baby!  I think I will give her smooches and give her back to her mom and dad once she is good and spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLihzrgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/wYo1x7P6ioE/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175505351880194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLihzrgI/AAAAAAAAAi8/wYo1x7P6ioE/s320/Vacation+2009+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob took this picture in Tanda and Kevin's backyard!&lt;br /&gt; Jaxson is in front of Ben! Both boys were very protective with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLb91S9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/gZcZDmXf-J0/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175503590378450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLb91S9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/gZcZDmXf-J0/s320/Vacation+2009+177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys got Jaxson in the swing and were "carefully" swinging him back and forth.  Literally we went inside for 60 seconds and when we came out this is what we found!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaxson LOVED it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLCsULDI/AAAAAAAAAis/pNMSjMdoMIw/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175496806018098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLCsULDI/AAAAAAAAAis/pNMSjMdoMIw/s320/Vacation+2009+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Tanda , Uncle Luke and Lexi.  Luke usually has a way with babies but I think she was getting hungry at this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLB-e7dI/AAAAAAAAAik/4aE5AvT03g0/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368175496613785042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLB-e7dI/AAAAAAAAAik/4aE5AvT03g0/s320/Vacation+2009+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE this picture of Jacob and Jaxson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacob brought in his wonder markers and he and Jaxson were coloring on the floor.  Jacob is so good with younger children.  He is one of the oldest at his babysitters and he prides himself in being the "big kid" now that Ben is in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our visit we drove to Glenwood Springs from Denver.  That was one long drive in the rain.  It was sooo cold but a relief from the hot Kansas summers.  We drove to Silt and stayed at Jenn's house that night (she wasn't there).  When we got to the house she had an air rocket for both boys and two containers of sidewalk chalk.  We went and explored Silt, it was a nice town and the people we met were friendly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I said yet, I miss Colorado!?!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had great family time that night and watched a movie on the DVD player from the car.  Jenn doesn't have a TV so we all piled in bed and watched "Kung Fu Panda."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-5697874568703636876?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/5697874568703636876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5697874568703636876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5697874568703636876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-3.html' title='Vacation Day 3'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-XLzUU1nI/AAAAAAAAAjE/p1hqvJvHrpI/s72-c/Vacation+2009+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3993268349526014265</id><published>2009-08-09T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:38:53.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation-Day 2 (boys)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys got to hang out with their dad while mom helped with the baby shower.  I booked a different hotel room that night so the boys got to check it out before mom!  It was very nice and the boys were excited.  When talking to Luke, he asked how much the room was because he looked on the back of the door and it said it was almost $500 a night.  I assured him I had not lost my mind and we weren't paying over a $100 a night.  I heard a sigh of relief afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hotel had a great walking path that went under hwy 36 and the boys liked the tunnel and throwing rocks up on the hill.  I guess they demolished quite a few ant hills along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once they got tired they decided to go to the Butterfly Pavilion which we had been to a few years ago.  Last time mom was the only one who held "Rosie" and the "hissing cockroach".  This time the boys got a little braver......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TYkXmTzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/smxDxY2C6Mo/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368171331137720114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TYkXmTzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/smxDxY2C6Mo/s320/Vacation+2009+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rosie is a Tarantula and once you hold it, you get a cool sticker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TYuzql_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/jo8OaB-VRs4/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368171333939795954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TYuzql_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/jo8OaB-VRs4/s320/Vacation+2009+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob trying to show Ben how to hold "Rosie" the correct way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TZG-wE5I/AAAAAAAAAic/ifgEbQCDgBo/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368171340428743570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TZG-wE5I/AAAAAAAAAic/ifgEbQCDgBo/s320/Vacation+2009+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One big butterfly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TY_ESsnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wsXEWMI5CQ8/s1600-h/Vacation+2009+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368171338304500338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TY_ESsnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/wsXEWMI5CQ8/s320/Vacation+2009+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke said the boys said this was a "funny looking butterfly."  We haven't quite figured out the whole "mating" discussion so Luke agreed with them and walked on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterwards the boys went back to the hotel for more swimming!  Yea for Dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3993268349526014265?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3993268349526014265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-2-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3993268349526014265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3993268349526014265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-2-boys.html' title='Vacation-Day 2 (boys)'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sn-TYkXmTzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/smxDxY2C6Mo/s72-c/Vacation+2009+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2973215790473586881</id><published>2009-08-06T21:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:25:00.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melanie&apos;s Babyshower'/><title type='text'>Vacation-Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;" (Jenn) had a baby shower for her younger sister, Melanie.  Jenn had been out of town for a few weeks and was running around trying to get everything done at the last minute.  I was happy to volunteer to get ready for the shower, which meant the boys had to fend for themselves that day!  Jenn and Mindy were preparing for about 40-45 people to come to the shower.  I would say about 40 showed up which meant Mel "scored" some good stuff for the baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenn's family has always been like my other family and Jenn's mom, Liz, is called MOM (My Other Mom).   Below is a picture of Melanie and Janelle.  Janelle is Melanie's cousin and I lived at Janelle's parents house for about a month when I was in college at Colorado State University (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt;).  The last time I saw Janelle she was beginning 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade.  I felt so old because she just graduated from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CSU&lt;/span&gt; and it doesn't seem like I graduated from there 13 years ago....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(okay back to more pleasant thoughts).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SnuWgS0tC1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/YBLYn6lDX7s/s1600-h/Janelle+and+Mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367048862494952274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SnuWgS0tC1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/YBLYn6lDX7s/s320/Janelle+and+Mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't figure out how to make this picture bigger........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; with Auntie Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ashlyn&lt;/span&gt; is Tim's little girl, Jenn's brother.  She had a some rough times when she was younger but she is doing so much better now.  Two years ago she was still eating out of a feeding tube, but can eat regular food now (yea)!  She and her younger brother, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, are being raised by their father.  Tim is doing an awesome job!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SnuWf4hfn0I/AAAAAAAAAh0/UPEERACcibE/s1600-h/Ashlyn+and+Jenn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367048855435059010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SnuWf4hfn0I/AAAAAAAAAh0/UPEERACcibE/s320/Ashlyn+and+Jenn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up we had the best block ever!  Even though all of us have moved we have stayed in touch.  These are some very special woman to me!&lt;br /&gt;Liz (MOM), Rose, Pat and Jenn&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen Rose or Pat for 10 years.  They all look great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SnuWfqUM6hI/AAAAAAAAAhs/wR7mmKB0m38/s1600-h/baby+shower-old+neighbors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367048851621210642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SnuWfqUM6hI/AAAAAAAAAhs/wR7mmKB0m38/s320/baby+shower-old+neighbors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I use to babysit for Pat and her three kiddos.  I still picture them as being "little" but they are all grown up having careers, spouses, children, etc., etc....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition to seeing old neighbors, I ran into an old classmate from "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Standley&lt;/span&gt; Lake High School"  He was leaving Mindy's house when we arrived at her house to prepare for the shower.  It was fun to get caught up on old friends/acquaintances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2973215790473586881?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2973215790473586881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2973215790473586881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2973215790473586881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-2.html' title='Vacation-Day 2'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SnuWgS0tC1I/AAAAAAAAAh8/YBLYn6lDX7s/s72-c/Janelle+and+Mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3549938255604653993</id><published>2009-07-26T08:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T09:39:36.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July 24'/><title type='text'>Day 1-Vacation</title><content type='html'>Friday we left for Colorado....We did not make good time but we stretched out the trip so the boys could blow off some energy and that we wouldn't hit rush hour traffic in Denver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was not intended but really needed.  I went to the Chiropractor on Thursday because of my hip/lower back.  It wasn't quite in place and Thursday night my leg kept falling asleep as I was trying to pack and couldn't walk on it.  I finally got to sleep at 1:30 AM Friday (packing) and got up at 5:30 for kickboxing.  My leg wouldn't quite work while doing certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt; but knew it would really hurt in the car if I didn't work out.  We left the house around 8:30 and after sitting in the car 20 minutes the pain was unbearable.  Thank goodness my Chiropractor has an office in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Salina&lt;/span&gt; and is there on Friday.  I called the office and they said they would work me in.  Yea!  Once we got there Dr. J found the culprit in my lower back, issued me a "loaner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tenz&lt;/span&gt; unit" and gave me samples of an all natural muscle relaxer..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; the trip was much better from that point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second stop was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sternberg&lt;/span&gt; Museum in Hays, KS.  Their T-Rex exhibit was still there and boys had a great time.  I even liked it and I am not the biggest dinosaur fan.  This was a great idea by Luke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third stop was in Colby at the Oasis on the Plains!  The boys played and long story short Ben took off in a split second and I couldn't find him.  He had to use the restroom and I told him to wait until Luke and Jacob got back.......thank goodness I found him in the restroom but was scared to death not knowing if someone took him or what........He was in the bathroom but didn't understand why he was in trouble because he looked both ways!  Once again we had to have the talk that there are some people in the world that are not nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped off at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Limon&lt;/span&gt; and Luke let the boys talk him into drinks and chips that the boys aren't usually allowed to drink.....Orange Crush and Blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gatoraid&lt;/span&gt;, we have found a correlation between dyes in food (red 40, yellow, blue) and hyperactivity in the boys.  Mom was not pleased with the decision but was on the phone with the Vet (another story) when they went in to get treats.  God must have thought I needed to lighten up because I went to take more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tylenol&lt;/span&gt; and used the orange pop to drink it and it exploded!  I was so mad, it exploded on me, went in my shoes, on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tenz&lt;/span&gt; unit, on the seat, etc...........my skin looked like I used bad self tanning lotion (because I was orange), after a pack of wipes I got most of it cleaned up.  THEN  it was my turn to drive into Denver and get my "fix!"  We made it safely across town to our hotel and I felt back in my element!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until Thursday night to make reservations and there was a huge softball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; in town and the only room I could find in Westminster was a smoking room.  Not good for Luke's lung or allergies.  I went to Target and got an air ionizer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Febreeze&lt;/span&gt;.  It helped but needless to say we didn't spend much time in the room so the boys got to do ALOT of swimming.  I found a different hotel not far away and will try that on day two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3549938255604653993?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3549938255604653993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-1-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3549938255604653993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3549938255604653993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-1-vacation.html' title='Day 1-Vacation'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6181746558100764004</id><published>2009-07-14T23:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:30:42.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would read July 4th blog and read this one second!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XuElkA9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/a0ZZ9jr7xH4/s1600-h/July+2009+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358535580657648594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XuElkA9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/a0ZZ9jr7xH4/s320/July+2009+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys began swimming lessons at the rec center from June 22-July 2. I thought the boys had good lessons this year. I realized on July 4th that the boys needed to learn how to tread water even if it was for just a few seconds. Based on Jake's scare on July 4th I called the Koop Brothers for swimming lessons on Sunday. Aaron had a cancellation that morning for the following two weeks and we got in the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Xax4ryqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8VxUPKlwuno/s1600-h/July+2009+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358535249220061858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Xax4ryqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8VxUPKlwuno/s320/July+2009+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob waiting for Ben to finish up his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XaroSpJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LV6aqfnKvtY/s1600-h/July+2009+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358535247540692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XaroSpJI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LV6aqfnKvtY/s320/July+2009+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben learning how to dive off the side after he passed all of the other skills with Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XabydNcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UteR9P1VM7s/s1600-h/July+2009+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358535243288360386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XabydNcI/AAAAAAAAAhM/UteR9P1VM7s/s320/July+2009+145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jacob with Aaron while Aaron is teaching him how to tread water AKA riding a bicycle with his legs. Afterwards Jake told me Aaron was trying to drowned him by making him tread water. Jacob is very CAUTIOUS now but Aaron is gently pushing him and building his self confidence as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XaCfvNdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nbKC_-3UOzI/s1600-h/July+2009+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358535236498961874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XaCfvNdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/nbKC_-3UOzI/s320/July+2009+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys hanging out waiting their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XZ55qNSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2d0fmZ58u7k/s1600-h/July+2009+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358535234191766818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XZ55qNSI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2d0fmZ58u7k/s320/July+2009+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron has done a remarkable job with Ben and Jacob. I really wasn't wanting spend the money this summer. However, the cost of swimming lessons far out weighs the alternative. Jacob is up to 12 seconds treading water which is 12 seconds I didn't have 10 days ago. Also, Ben is now treading water for almost a minute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6181746558100764004?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6181746558100764004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-lessons.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6181746558100764004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6181746558100764004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/swimming-lessons.html' title='swimming lessons'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1XuElkA9I/AAAAAAAAAhk/a0ZZ9jr7xH4/s72-c/July+2009+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2776574183077374232</id><published>2009-07-14T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:07:51.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we went to Tawnya and Loren's house.  Normally, Luke is on call and we can't venture too far from home.  Also, Jacob is NOT a fan of loud noises and the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is NOT his favorite holiday because of the fireworks.  Last year we had to cancel our plans because Jacob was so scared.  BUT, we figured we would try it this year because the Schroeder's have a big shed (you can see in the background).  Plus, Jacob could go into the shed and still see the fireworks through the windows if we needed to go inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1PmXwTaTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uNKBg7lyFPI/s1600-h/July+2009+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358526652270995762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1PmXwTaTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uNKBg7lyFPI/s320/July+2009+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The guys had fun with some bean-bag game while the ladies watched the kids swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Pm2G8M-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZnJT1nyivoQ/s1600-h/July+2009+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358526660419007458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Pm2G8M-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ZnJT1nyivoQ/s320/July+2009+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was so much to do here and not much the boys could hurt until.............I turned my back for just a few seconds to find Jacob unable to get his head out of the water while in the swimming pool.  It as if everything went into slow motion.  I had to jump in the pool to get Jacob.  I don't know who was scared more, me or Jake.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1PmpPlU7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/AhntGAsBcSc/s1600-h/July+2009+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358526656965596082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1PmpPlU7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/AhntGAsBcSc/s320/July+2009+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my picture after jumping in the pool.  I may be smiling, but the inside of me wanted to throw-up (matter of fact, I still feel sick when I think about it).  The running joke that night was that I jumped into save Jacob and didn't even spill my one and only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;daquari&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note (especially for you Auntie Al), I was wearing my Keen's when I had to jump into the water.  They are waterproof and stayed on quite nicely and dried quickly!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1PmL3eqhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KRYtC3wUqwk/s1600-h/July+2009+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358526649079867922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1PmL3eqhI/AAAAAAAAAgc/KRYtC3wUqwk/s320/July+2009+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The music, food, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt; was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Pl_baUQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fX1HkQJE6sw/s1600-h/July+2009+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358526645740916994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Pl_baUQI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fX1HkQJE6sw/s320/July+2009+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, it was time for fireworks and Jacob DID IT!  After about an hour of his brother doing fireworks, Jacob decided to try it.  His hands were over his ears most of the night but at least he wasn't crying and scared.  It was a good time.  Jacob was pleased with himself too.  Jacob also told Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kirtley&lt;/span&gt; the next day at church that he wasn't scared of fireworks anymore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2776574183077374232?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2776574183077374232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2776574183077374232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2776574183077374232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1PmXwTaTI/AAAAAAAAAgk/uNKBg7lyFPI/s72-c/July+2009+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3011402563116983753</id><published>2009-07-14T22:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:20:41.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle John stopped by to see us on his way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt; from Colorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys got to check out his semi and be "nosey."&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1HluK2gRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sLf7bzugqcc/s1600-h/July+2009+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358517845015036178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1HluK2gRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sLf7bzugqcc/s320/July+2009+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1HmMmQmDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/n1v9M37i89I/s1600-h/July+2009+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358517853183055922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1HmMmQmDI/AAAAAAAAAgM/n1v9M37i89I/s320/July+2009+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys got to play with the air seats, honk the air horn, get on the bunk bed, etc. I am sure everything was touched 5 times over in 5 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Hl6QotUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Fh4VzchuCrk/s1600-h/July+2009+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358517848260523330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1Hl6QotUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Fh4VzchuCrk/s320/July+2009+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke asked Ben if he wanted to go with Uncle John to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Louisiana&lt;/span&gt;.  Ben was excited and said yes!  Luke told him it would just be him and Uncle John and Ben didn't hesitate when he said....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"NO! I have to have two adults with me to go."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not quite sure if that means Uncle John is still a big kid or if he just wanted his mom and dad to go too! Thanks Uncle John for stopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3011402563116983753?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3011402563116983753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncle-john.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3011402563116983753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3011402563116983753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/uncle-john.html' title='Uncle John'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sl1HluK2gRI/AAAAAAAAAf8/sLf7bzugqcc/s72-c/July+2009+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7289830858063875863</id><published>2009-07-07T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:01:21.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvest 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Offerle&lt;/span&gt; to see the "Schmidt" side of the family for Jake's birthday.  We knew a lot of the family would be in the fields so we drove out West.  We had a great visit with Grandma and Grandpa Schmidt.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQJBkCmf0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/U7I1PPrSE6Y/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915779309469506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQJBkCmf0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/U7I1PPrSE6Y/s320/June+2009(2)+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIpuq8tjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/89UhQmYnB_A/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915369846191666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIpuq8tjI/AAAAAAAAAfs/89UhQmYnB_A/s320/June+2009(2)+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a late lunch to Aunt Re and Uncle Doug while they were working the field.  Aunt Re requested birthday cake on the phone so we took out a big piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIpLWkZfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/F0uuJ3DgRe0/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915360365471218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIpLWkZfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/F0uuJ3DgRe0/s320/June+2009(2)+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Doug gave the boys a ride in his combine while he cut wheat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIpCe0v4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/lwYTEm4gFVE/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915357984178050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIpCe0v4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/lwYTEm4gFVE/s320/June+2009(2)+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Re said this was the best wheat they have ever had in 20+ years of farming.  She was glowing and I can't blame her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIo3f1AHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YUOhZZXg5_8/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355915355035598962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQIo3f1AHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YUOhZZXg5_8/s320/June+2009(2)+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys exploring the wheat truck and drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQHxMVZdbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/f8DxM0mH3DQ/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355914398556321202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQHxMVZdbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/f8DxM0mH3DQ/s320/June+2009(2)+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben playing in the wheat after Uncle Doug unloaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQHw8PTNEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/_L99j8KLwik/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355914394235778114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQHw8PTNEI/AAAAAAAAAfE/_L99j8KLwik/s320/June+2009(2)+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355914383271474210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQHwTZNNCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/aDWhskrjJbc/s320/June+2009(2)+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boys went with Aunt Re to the Coop to drop off the grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQHwHgY9vI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZvczHmnxRrQ/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355914380080379634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQHwHgY9vI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZvczHmnxRrQ/s320/June+2009(2)+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Schmidt use to run this very elevator during harvest before he retired from the Coop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Uncle Doug and Aunt Re for letting us visit you in the field during Harvest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7289830858063875863?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7289830858063875863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/harvest-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7289830858063875863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7289830858063875863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/harvest-2009.html' title='Harvest 2009'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SlQJBkCmf0I/AAAAAAAAAf0/U7I1PPrSE6Y/s72-c/June+2009(2)+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6223953734480574143</id><published>2009-07-02T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T11:56:59.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Minutes</title><content type='html'>Really, two minutes doesn't seem like a very long time.  Unless you have the energy of two boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back from swimming lessons and it was very cold in the house.  I realized it was cold but didn't think twice about it.  The boys started eating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; kids meal from Burger King because of course they wanted the new "Transformer Toy."  I thought this was the perfect opportunity for me to email &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Renea&lt;/span&gt; and thank her for taking time to show my "Intensive English Student - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aey&lt;/span&gt;" around her office yesterday.  Well, here is what happened in the time I wrote her "short" thank you note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys started burping among other things.  I tuned them out so I could concentrate.  The next thing I hear is Jake's little ornery giggle and Ben yelling "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;, Jake you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;peed&lt;/span&gt; on the floor."  I thought it was water from the swimming pool but indeed it was not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them they were having quiet time in their rooms and when I went back to the bedrooms I stepped in another big wet spot on the carpet........yeah great..... Then I noticed we could have hung meat in our bedrooms.  I looked at the thermostat and Jake had turned it down to 70 degrees and we normally keep it at 78 (because we are cheap)!  Jake must have turned down the thermostat when I was getting dressed this morning (is all I can come up with). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since quiet time began, Jake has come in the kitchen two times and now it is time for me to go and intervene!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6223953734480574143?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6223953734480574143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6223953734480574143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6223953734480574143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/07/2-minutes.html' title='2 Minutes'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2422865855357204130</id><published>2009-06-30T08:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:23:17.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On our way to swimming lessons Monday, Ben was very excited.  He took my hand and brought me to the following flower pot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mom look!  Your flower is growing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkoOqHZViNI/AAAAAAAAAes/hZhEXj5YYCQ/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353107223785867474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkoOqHZViNI/AAAAAAAAAes/hZhEXj5YYCQ/s320/June+2009(2)+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I have had good intentions of planting flowers but life got in the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I drug the kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hesston&lt;/span&gt; AND even Stone Creek Nursery was low on flowers.  We did manage to find a few things to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkoOp_Li3nI/AAAAAAAAAek/TUebr_EezQ0/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353107221580537458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkoOp_Li3nI/AAAAAAAAAek/TUebr_EezQ0/s320/June+2009(2)+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we have real flowers and not weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkoOpqbs0vI/AAAAAAAAAec/XNXv52CD0K4/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353107216011154162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkoOpqbs0vI/AAAAAAAAAec/XNXv52CD0K4/s320/June+2009(2)+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still have one more flower pot to fill under the Chinese Maple.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That may or may not happen this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the positive side.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I did get the windows cleaned this summer which hasn't been done since we moved into our house (3.5 years ago)!  Thanks Grandpa Jim for your help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The windows aren't spotless anymore between the grubby finger prints, nose prints from Trooper and many "sprays" from the squirt guns/hoses.)  BUT it felt good even if the window were only clean for ONE day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2422865855357204130?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2422865855357204130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2422865855357204130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2422865855357204130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny.html' title='funny!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkoOqHZViNI/AAAAAAAAAes/hZhEXj5YYCQ/s72-c/June+2009(2)+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3350166942090880522</id><published>2009-06-26T09:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:26:31.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 23, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jake's &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; birthday was a very busy but fun-filled day! It started with leaving for Walton at 9:00 AM to pick up Clayton. Clayton is Jake's best buddy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351637329749370242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVzBZuZYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Chb8PsiFlyI/s320/June+2009(2)+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clayton, Jake and Ben at swimming lessons at 10:00 AM in Newton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351637327334327154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVy4Z7w3I/AAAAAAAAAd0/cR37M-DpvXg/s320/June+2009(2)+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:30 heading to McPherson Swim Park. Only after making a detour through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; drive through!&lt;br /&gt;"3 Cheeseburger Happy Meals for boys, with Sprites"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVy_z0X4I/AAAAAAAAAds/ClU1AqV5Pr0/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351637329321942914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVy_z0X4I/AAAAAAAAAds/ClU1AqV5Pr0/s320/June+2009(2)+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;waterpark&lt;/span&gt; until 3:00 PM (rest period), went to Sonic for happy hour drinks and back to Newton for a 4:00 haircut for both boys.  The boys love Carol!&lt;br /&gt;Jake wanted a "bulb head" &lt;em&gt;translation is "&lt;/em&gt;bald head&lt;em&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVyrPFUnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yPZqmjmoIxc/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351637323799155314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVyrPFUnI/AAAAAAAAAdk/yPZqmjmoIxc/s320/June+2009(2)+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Clayton waiting patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVyQYwnwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OejtGizKtAM/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351637316591984386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVyQYwnwI/AAAAAAAAAdc/OejtGizKtAM/s320/June+2009(2)+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and Clayton after Jake's haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Shear Elegance we went and got ice, changed our clothes, had a snack, packed drinks and headed to Ben and Clayton's t-ball game. We had to be at the field at 5:15. Keep in mind it was triple digit day with a heat advisory! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351640686246147826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTY2ZU6tvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VsflMKnmkE0/s320/June+2009(2)+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jake and Papa Ted watching the t-ball game.  Then off to supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVZH9MDvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NG9ntQVeoC8/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351636884832128754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVZH9MDvI/AAAAAAAAAdU/NG9ntQVeoC8/s320/June+2009(2)+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Papa Ted and Jake at the "sports bar" because that is where Jake wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVY_HN95I/AAAAAAAAAdM/W27EjG8K1xw/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351636882458277778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVY_HN95I/AAAAAAAAAdM/W27EjG8K1xw/s320/June+2009(2)+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and Grandma Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVY6WZltI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pdRhCzJ1IjU/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351636881179776722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVY6WZltI/AAAAAAAAAdE/pdRhCzJ1IjU/s320/June+2009(2)+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke had a little mishap with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CDL&lt;/span&gt; and had to miss Ben's game.  Luke was able to meet us for supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351638102392512386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTWf_uNH4I/AAAAAAAAAeM/wEtd3FMRzmY/s320/June+2009(2)+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Once home, Jake got to open the family present which consisted of a fishing pole, a tackle box and other stuff to put in the tackle box.  He was excited!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351638101031421682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTWf6pshvI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rayeeRn3scc/s320/June+2009(2)+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; It was a very fun day and I was glad I got to spend the day with him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom was exhausted and fell asleep by 9:00 PM. I am not sure about the rest of the clan!&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/7703078531345538067-3350166942090880522?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3350166942090880522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-23-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3350166942090880522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3350166942090880522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-23-2009.html' title='June 23, 2009'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTVzBZuZYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Chb8PsiFlyI/s72-c/June+2009(2)+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6848915777756208533</id><published>2009-06-26T08:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:54:16.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day &amp; Jake's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Father's Day this year we went to Auntie Al's house.  It was so close to Jake's birthday that we decided to celebrate the two together.  It worked out well so we could see Aunt Angela too!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTQTvznw1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/DsnkWwi6SpA/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351631294892065618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTQTvznw1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/DsnkWwi6SpA/s320/June+2009(2)+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luke and I.  Luke had been working very LONG hours and was very TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTQHrtwm0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/59SPqZeC-xw/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351631087635307330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTQHrtwm0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/59SPqZeC-xw/s320/June+2009(2)+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Ted and the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTQHdCykcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_kmV_Vqr8_4/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351631083696984514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTQHdCykcI/AAAAAAAAAcs/_kmV_Vqr8_4/s320/June+2009(2)+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom was out of town for Mother's Day so this picture is a month behind!  Which we all know being late is normal for me (AKA "Angie time)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPsqYx7LI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ECO4wZR1ht0/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351630623422409906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPsqYx7LI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ECO4wZR1ht0/s320/June+2009(2)+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Angela, Custer and the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPIU9yfkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mLtPHvxBBjw/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629999196765762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPIU9yfkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/mLtPHvxBBjw/s320/June+2009(2)+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake's Spider Man birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPIGCH0yI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1CVOsASCXis/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629995188409122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPIGCH0yI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1CVOsASCXis/s320/June+2009(2)+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Jake in their normal "position."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPH0YPBkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/iwjEPk3_ZuE/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351629990449317442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPH0YPBkI/AAAAAAAAAcE/iwjEPk3_ZuE/s320/June+2009(2)+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Al and the boys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She plays first base on her softball teams and both of her knees were quite "colorful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351630626893610130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTPs3UYPJI/AAAAAAAAAck/_6Ykjn7qXww/s320/June+2009(2)+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jake got the game "memory" from Auntie Al.  I loved that game when I was younger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather than having fruit, etc they now make Memory with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; and Friends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben has played this game everyday!  If only I could him to read that often!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Auntie Al for letting us to come to your house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was wonderful and we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6848915777756208533?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6848915777756208533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-jakes-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6848915777756208533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6848915777756208533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-jakes-birthday.html' title='Father&apos;s Day &amp; Jake&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTQTvznw1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/DsnkWwi6SpA/s72-c/June+2009(2)+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3124589285162666852</id><published>2009-06-26T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:33:14.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastlake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke took the boys fishing at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eastlake&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago.  It has now become the official "hangout" place for ALL of the guys in my family.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyVmqraI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QeuVnWq6D5I/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351621924829703586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyVmqraI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QeuVnWq6D5I/s320/June+2009(2)+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyj3NmmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yUvdwuQNuhY/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351621928657197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyj3NmmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yUvdwuQNuhY/s320/June+2009(2)+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my absolute favorite picture of the boys right now.  Sitting still for a long period of time doesn't usually happen with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyS8EK2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Mx0oIu3FhoU/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351621924114148194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyS8EK2I/AAAAAAAAAbk/Mx0oIu3FhoU/s320/June+2009(2)+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake was the only one that caught a fish and Ben decided it was time to go swimming!  Can you tell Ben is a little competitive!?! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyJgD0RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8yYXGm6vIyU/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351621921580765458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyJgD0RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/8yYXGm6vIyU/s320/June+2009(2)+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys taking a rest and getting a snack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke was suppose to go to a funeral on this day but overslept and wasn't able to make it to Johnson in time.  He had the day off so he took the boys out to the lake.  While he was there a teenage boy fell off a swing and snapped the bone in his arm.  Long story short, Luke helped carry the boy to the back seat of his sisters car.  He directed the sister to drive the car to the hospital (safely) and the foreign exchange student make the phone calls so the sister could concentrate on driving.  He put the boy in the backseat, showed him how to hold his arm and told him to think of a relaxing place.  Our boys said they recognized the boy from church after the kids left for the hospital.  However, the boys still get people mixed up!  The boys prayed that night for the boy at the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, last Sunday I was at church and saw a teenage boy with both arms in a cast....I asked him what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; and he said he fell off of a swing at the lake.  I explained that I thought maybe my husband helped him and he got so excited.  His sister and the exchange student turned around fitting Luke's description.  The boy said "Where is your husband I want to give him a big hug!"  Luke was working but I told the boy I would tell Luke that we had talked...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ends up the boy is the son of the office manager at our church.  It is a small world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; All of those years of CPR/First Aid training at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Westar&lt;/span&gt; paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD is AWESOME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3124589285162666852?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3124589285162666852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/eastlake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3124589285162666852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3124589285162666852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/eastlake.html' title='Eastlake'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTHyVmqraI/AAAAAAAAAbs/QeuVnWq6D5I/s72-c/June+2009(2)+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6877633042654063506</id><published>2009-06-26T07:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:04:15.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys have been wanting to make smores outside since last summer.  We had rain for many days and decided to improvise and make them "inside."  It wasn't ideal but the boys still got to have a yummy, messy treat.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTGMSINtdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yXLgXztpjYo/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351620171550012882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTGMSINtdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yXLgXztpjYo/s320/June+2009(2)+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTGMW0RJBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RzJgjE8fJ_g/s1600-h/June+2009(2)+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351620172808528914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTGMW0RJBI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RzJgjE8fJ_g/s320/June+2009(2)+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If Jake would have had a "sleeve" I am sure there would have been chocolate on his shirt too.  I just can't seem to get him to use a napkin.  &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/7703078531345538067-6877633042654063506?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6877633042654063506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/smores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6877633042654063506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6877633042654063506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/smores.html' title='Smores'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SkTGMSINtdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yXLgXztpjYo/s72-c/June+2009(2)+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6216601015795230707</id><published>2009-06-19T12:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:46:14.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 30, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday, May 30, 2009, we went to a wedding in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Larned&lt;/span&gt;, KS.  Grandma and Grandpa offered to watch the boys that weekend too which was a BONUS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our friends, Troy and Amy, have a daughter (Ally) whose wedding we were celebrating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The really ironic thing was Troy was the best man in our wedding EXACTLY 11 years prior.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJo2xz81I/AAAAAAAAAa8/hVLI1HFO3s0/s1600-h/June+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349090686168986450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJo2xz81I/AAAAAAAAAa8/hVLI1HFO3s0/s320/June+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katelyn and Ally are friends of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacqie's&lt;/span&gt; as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJTA2yKNI/AAAAAAAAAas/3xVu59nz_14/s1600-h/June+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349090310917073106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJTA2yKNI/AAAAAAAAAas/3xVu59nz_14/s320/June+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy, Troy and Andrea!&lt;br /&gt; We haven't seen Andrea since our wedding either!  It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; good to see friends we haven't seen forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJTSysbfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Fa2hCFJAtAo/s1600-h/June+2009+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349090315731758578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJTSysbfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Fa2hCFJAtAo/s320/June+2009+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Amy, Troy, Andrea, Larry (Andrea's husband), Bailey (Andrea's daughter) and Luke.  The last time all of us had our pictures together was at another wedding.  If I knew how to use my scanner I would scan the picture and put them side by side............hmmm....maybe not because then we would see how much we have aged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJS28AUJI/AAAAAAAAAak/CMbC7WKdc5U/s1600-h/June+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349090308254617746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJS28AUJI/AAAAAAAAAak/CMbC7WKdc5U/s320/June+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Troy and Luke towards the end of the night........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful wedding and a very fun reception/dance AND it was great way to spend our &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anniversary.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many blessings to Ally and Dustin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6216601015795230707?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6216601015795230707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-30-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6216601015795230707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6216601015795230707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-30-2009.html' title='May 30, 2009'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjvJo2xz81I/AAAAAAAAAa8/hVLI1HFO3s0/s72-c/June+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2037112797513729116</id><published>2009-06-11T07:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:39:02.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Memorial Day we headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Offerle&lt;/span&gt;.  We got to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacqie&lt;/span&gt; and Isabel with us to visit Grandma and Grandpa Schmidt.  We also decorated graves while we were there.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD3ADsP6-I/AAAAAAAAAac/8XihYvjhp5Q/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346044338051738594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD3ADsP6-I/AAAAAAAAAac/8XihYvjhp5Q/s320/May+2009+(3)+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke was glowing all day, enjoying being around Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2_4r0doI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RnJbaBmh6-0/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346044335097149058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2_4r0doI/AAAAAAAAAaU/RnJbaBmh6-0/s320/May+2009+(3)+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Isabel.  She liked my necklace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2_k_gDeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/btOgFb6KjQ8/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346044329810988514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2_k_gDeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/btOgFb6KjQ8/s320/May+2009+(3)+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacqie&lt;/span&gt;, Grandpa Schmidt and Isabel hanging out!  Isabel was the center of attention, even Ben and Jake were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt; by her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2_ZIzgWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BQPrQAlD_DQ/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346044326628786530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2_ZIzgWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/BQPrQAlD_DQ/s320/May+2009+(3)+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Schmidt and Isabel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2CnihXeI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0OhHVkF3x-8/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346043282522725858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2CnihXeI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/0OhHVkF3x-8/s320/May+2009+(3)+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabel and Nathan (cousins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2CYYxkeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KrBGntI5Uj0/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346043278455312866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2CYYxkeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/KrBGntI5Uj0/s320/May+2009+(3)+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys liked this butterfly.  They named him "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bugsy&lt;/span&gt;" (from Bedtime Stories) and we took to Logan's grave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2CYUCv4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/J55qe8SK7P4/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346043278435467138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD2CYUCv4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/J55qe8SK7P4/s320/May+2009+(3)+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of this stuff has been out here for a long time.  The frog really should have been brought home with us, but he should last through the summer.  The boys will usually bring a car, tractor, or some other toy and leave it there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; This is the first Memorial Day weekend in 5 years that Luke didn't have standby.  We were thankful this year that we could make arrangements to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Offerle&lt;/span&gt; as a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2037112797513729116?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2037112797513729116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2037112797513729116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2037112797513729116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjD3ADsP6-I/AAAAAAAAAac/8XihYvjhp5Q/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1423861387224268308</id><published>2009-06-10T21:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:17:28.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I am way behind!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luke had to work over Mother's Day.  He was working long hours for 5 days (roughly).  He was nice enough to leave a card for me by the coffee pot with some special chocolates....yum!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjBlwwnekKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aBG6L8VxV1Q/s1600-h/Dad"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345884646047387810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjBlwwnekKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aBG6L8VxV1Q/s320/Dad%27s+09+visit.+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys and I went to church.  Took a nap and I got a special treat when I woke up from my nap....coffee in bed at 3:00 in the afternoon!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a relaxing day.  My dad was in town and bought supper so I didn't have to cook.  It was a good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1423861387224268308?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1423861387224268308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1423861387224268308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1423861387224268308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SjBlwwnekKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/aBG6L8VxV1Q/s72-c/Dad%27s+09+visit.+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-8381774325586644682</id><published>2009-06-09T07:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:51:34.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny now but not then!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last day of school everyone was trying to pose.  Obviously this one didn't turn out but notice the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; Dump Truck in the lower left corner of the picture.....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307185606476482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5YkI1qwsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0YxOuBtuUOw/s320/May+2009+(3)+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the boys dumped the truck stating there was "water" in it.   Well it didn't smell like water!  The boys were being "quiet" in the garage the night before and Luke and I looked at each other and said "I wonder what they are getting into?"  but couldn't figure out until now!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5YkPTrKiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8ZNrCbqPkpU/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307187342944802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5YkPTrKiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/8ZNrCbqPkpU/s320/May+2009+(3)+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep the boys decided it would be fun to "pee" in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; dump truck.  I guess they aren't always used to haul dirt.  Ben was getting ready to get on the bus and we weren't sure what fast "consequence" we could impose.  Therefore, 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; a piece is what we came up with.&lt;br /&gt; Ben was first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5YkfEFXuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0M5gvaRkwQg/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345307191572520674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5YkfEFXuI/AAAAAAAAAZc/0M5gvaRkwQg/s320/May+2009+(3)+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake was second.  The boys had the entire driveway/garage to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; but somehow no matter how much you say something, they are going to do it their own way.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;push ups&lt;/span&gt; near the pee I guess was the only way in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy last day of school!  This was just a glimpse of how ornery they were going to be this summer! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-8381774325586644682?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/8381774325586644682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-now-but-not-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8381774325586644682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8381774325586644682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/funny-now-but-not-then.html' title='Funny now but not then!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5YkI1qwsI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0YxOuBtuUOw/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6684185556703624714</id><published>2009-06-09T07:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:39:38.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's last day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben and Jake hanging out in front of the house before the school bus arrived!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5W4leXtcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Bm3hIJha5Dk/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305337867515330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5W4leXtcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Bm3hIJha5Dk/s320/May+2009+(3)+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben showing "excitement" about his last day of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5W4UsEDAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QUsqqG7ROt8/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305333361544194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5W4UsEDAI/AAAAAAAAAY8/QUsqqG7ROt8/s320/May+2009+(3)+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luke, Ben and Jake posing before the school bus came.  Even after a year of getting on the school bus I still had a hard time watching him get on the bus and watching someone else drive him away!  That is why it was dads job (when he wasn't working) to stand outside with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5W4OkxxSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nMqTJs3FWmU/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345305331720373538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5W4OkxxSI/AAAAAAAAAY0/nMqTJs3FWmU/s320/May+2009+(3)+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;There are my of my handsome boys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes my heart happy when I see them all together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6684185556703624714?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6684185556703624714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/bens-last-day-of-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6684185556703624714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6684185556703624714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/bens-last-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Ben&apos;s last day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5W4leXtcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Bm3hIJha5Dk/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2479825928946590027</id><published>2009-06-09T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:32:30.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures of Ben from May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5VGasqoXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TmztagZ4LfQ/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345303376469598578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5VGasqoXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TmztagZ4LfQ/s320/May+2009+(3)+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kindergarten program and Ben is holding the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5VGVpB2VI/AAAAAAAAAYk/YIJeIfme47E/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345303375112165714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5VGVpB2VI/AAAAAAAAAYk/YIJeIfme47E/s320/May+2009+(3)+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben hanging out in Troopers cage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5U0Be0odI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SyYO2am4b-0/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345303060463002066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5U0Be0odI/AAAAAAAAAYc/SyYO2am4b-0/s320/May+2009+(3)+109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben holding out the camera taking a pict of us.  Of course mom is looking great with her makeup half on and her hair pulled out.  But Ben looks adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5Uz7RNu9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PjdEqiNFllY/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345303058795314130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5Uz7RNu9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/PjdEqiNFllY/s320/May+2009+(3)+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kindergarten recital. You can't really see Ben but I know he was there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5UznRDrtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5_DBoBmc-IE/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345303053425946322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5UznRDrtI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5_DBoBmc-IE/s320/May+2009+(3)+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kindergarten recital.  The little girl to the left is always so nice to me.  She gives out hugs all the time and says "hi Ben's mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2479825928946590027?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2479825928946590027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-pictures-of-ben-from-may.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2479825928946590027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2479825928946590027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-pictures-of-ben-from-may.html' title='Random pictures of Ben from May'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5VGasqoXI/AAAAAAAAAYs/TmztagZ4LfQ/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-4321919094219028934</id><published>2009-06-09T07:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:20:42.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pictures of Jake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am getting further behind everyday I don't post.......Here are some random pictures from May.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5RB1ftFjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_B7J98GeyIk/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298899717133874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5RB1ftFjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_B7J98GeyIk/s320/May+2009+(3)+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake hanging out in Trooper's cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5RBk9v2mI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Lprr2yBTEzM/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298895279741538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5RBk9v2mI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Lprr2yBTEzM/s320/May+2009+(3)+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ben's Kindergarten recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5QVn6FfdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1D6mpWMYDBE/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298140155444690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5QVn6FfdI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1D6mpWMYDBE/s320/May+2009+(3)+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drinking coffee and watching cartoons while Ben was at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5QVbmezvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/bVLrVSCOETw/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298136851992306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5QVbmezvI/AAAAAAAAAXs/bVLrVSCOETw/s320/May+2009+(3)+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Jim, Troop and Jake wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5QVYu3qEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r8olf6MhyD4/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345298136081868866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5QVYu3qEI/AAAAAAAAAXk/r8olf6MhyD4/s320/May+2009+(3)+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our small group at church had a picnic.  Here is Jake hanging out with Carmel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-4321919094219028934?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/4321919094219028934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-pictures-of-jake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4321919094219028934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4321919094219028934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-pictures-of-jake.html' title='Random pictures of Jake'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Si5RB1ftFjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_B7J98GeyIk/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7795709312107451576</id><published>2009-06-03T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T14:01:16.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick blog!</title><content type='html'>I am not sure where May went but obviously it is gone....I have many things to post and will try to get to that soon.  However, I am not holding my breath until this garage sale is over! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7795709312107451576?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7795709312107451576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7795709312107451576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7795709312107451576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-blog.html' title='quick blog!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-5350179651235884231</id><published>2009-05-23T07:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:34:09.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 15'/><title type='text'>The Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A week ago Friday Jacob and I got to go with Ben's kindergarten class to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sedgwick&lt;/span&gt; County Zoo.  I had another little boy named Jakob in my group too.  Jakob is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;babysitters&lt;/span&gt; nephew and our "adopted grandparents" grandson.  So, it was fun to have him in our group.  The only thing a little hard was having two "Jacob S.'s" in our group.  Jakob was our "map" reader and did great showing us where to go. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfzROjdOkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uTtmw3dQrkk/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339003360561150530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfzROjdOkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uTtmw3dQrkk/s320/May+2009+(3)+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course the boys wanted to see the snakes and we spent quite a bit of time in the amphibian/reptile exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfzQyQoFTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Y_1EwqTYzU0/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339003352965977394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfzQyQoFTI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Y_1EwqTYzU0/s320/May+2009+(3)+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They got very excited seeing the penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfzQsldSeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MsZYhY__c9Y/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339003351442737634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfzQsldSeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/MsZYhY__c9Y/s320/May+2009+(3)+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating lunch.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfywdU3cGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_D3sR1z0qck/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339002797590802530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfywdU3cGI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_D3sR1z0qck/s320/May+2009+(3)+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfywL5tyKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T-9sBbEIJoE/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339002792913520802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfywL5tyKI/AAAAAAAAAW8/T-9sBbEIJoE/s320/May+2009+(3)+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jake and Ben didn't know what to think of the gorilla's.  Mostly they laughed because this one "showed his butt at me" according to Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfywNweH2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/siqpGHRnF2w/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339002793411616610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfywNweH2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/siqpGHRnF2w/s320/May+2009+(3)+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch they boys were slowing down and took time to pose for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfyvzX6NBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UfGDivCzWZg/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339002786329277458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfyvzX6NBI/AAAAAAAAAWs/UfGDivCzWZg/s320/May+2009+(3)+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The penguin exhibit was fun.  This picture looks "easy" but do you know how long it took three boys to line up?  A lot longer than it should have!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another reason to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; this year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I am so glad &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could experience this with my boys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-5350179651235884231?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/5350179651235884231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5350179651235884231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/5350179651235884231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo.html' title='The Zoo'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShfzROjdOkI/AAAAAAAAAXc/uTtmw3dQrkk/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1495837503564582171</id><published>2009-05-20T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:03:20.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Last Wednesday was Jacob's last day at Apple-A-Day.  They had a little program where they sang their songs.  It was very cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP97IEAk5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/xcrURymeLow/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337889175582577554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP97IEAk5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/xcrURymeLow/s320/May+2009+(3)+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher and Jacob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP963RqpzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/s98kEu31cEA/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337889171076458290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP963RqpzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/s98kEu31cEA/s320/May+2009+(3)+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All 12 performers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP968LmVAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uf2pf4PIf_M/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337889172393186306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP968LmVAI/AAAAAAAAAWM/uf2pf4PIf_M/s320/May+2009+(3)+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob was very sad to learn he wasn't going to kindergarten next year.  He will be one of three returning to Apple-A-Day next year.  I am still okay with the decision!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337889384439376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP-HSHWa0I/AAAAAAAAAWk/c-I5tzHhHEI/s320/May+2009+(3)+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jacob and Grandma Margret.&lt;br /&gt;She is a very special "grandma" to us and hope she returns next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1495837503564582171?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1495837503564582171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-wednesday-was-jacobs-last-day-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1495837503564582171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1495837503564582171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-wednesday-was-jacobs-last-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/ShP97IEAk5I/AAAAAAAAAWc/xcrURymeLow/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-217547980446383903</id><published>2009-05-14T22:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:35:18.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 10'/><title type='text'>Mans Best Friend</title><content type='html'>When Jason left for Korea, he left his toyota truck for my dad to borrow while he is here visiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trooper needed a bath and he got one Monday.  We went and picked up Troop afterwards in the truck...........ohhhh......Uncle Louie would not be happy.  But here is Trooper curled up in the back seat.  He is trying NOT to throw up on the "driver" because he drives so CRAZY (that would be my dad)!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzhp6FlfaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lJ3Wk80zPrk/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335887768610766242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzhp6FlfaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lJ3Wk80zPrk/s320/May+2009+(3)+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Troop loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzhpuqSv4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/LiACSf3pNe8/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335887765543501698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzhpuqSv4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/LiACSf3pNe8/s320/May+2009+(3)+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AND.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzhphpZ4II/AAAAAAAAAV0/PBBe7TiG00M/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335887762050113666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzhphpZ4II/AAAAAAAAAV0/PBBe7TiG00M/s320/May+2009+(3)+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this CRACKS me UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say some owners start looking like their pets....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would have to say this is true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry dad, I couldn't resist!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-217547980446383903?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/217547980446383903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/mans-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/217547980446383903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/217547980446383903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/mans-best-friend.html' title='Mans Best Friend'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzhp6FlfaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lJ3Wk80zPrk/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7646677278012594126</id><published>2009-05-14T22:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:27:10.688-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May  3'/><title type='text'>Ben and Uncle Louie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzeCK_1bPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/yCR9VcFHA6I/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben and Jacob really liked their visit with Uncle Louie.  Uncle Louie was preparing to head to Korea and had some of his gear with him.  Here is Ben dressed up in solider &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attire&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzd3gkBP3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/19bl1XsYMtk/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335883604230750066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzd3gkBP3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/19bl1XsYMtk/s320/May+2009+(3)+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Louie watched the boys for about 30 minutes while Luke and I took a nap.  We heard Jake crying but what is new!?!  When I got up from my power nap, this is what I saw Ben working on.  The note reads,  "I will not hurt my brother because it is not nice.  I will be a nice brother to Jake."  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335883604715667106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzd3iXofqI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WRU5xDpdfG4/s320/May+2009+(3)+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was Ben's attempt at writing his "punishment" for intentionally hurting Jake on the trampoline. I thought it was a very unique idea but I am not sure if it worked!?!  At least Ben got to practice his handwriting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7646677278012594126?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7646677278012594126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/ben-and-uncle-louie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7646677278012594126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7646677278012594126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/ben-and-uncle-louie.html' title='Ben and Uncle Louie'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzd3gkBP3I/AAAAAAAAAVc/19bl1XsYMtk/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2140153842638063871</id><published>2009-05-14T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:11:08.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>Blast Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blast Ball started 3 weeks ago with the first game being "rained out."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blast Ball is for 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;......Jake was in it last year but we decided to wait one more year for kindergarten, therefore, he wasn't eligible for t-ball.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzbzYocIBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RceLG6ofqzw/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335881334359072786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzbzYocIBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RceLG6ofqzw/s320/May+2009+(3)+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is his team lined up to hit.  Notice Ben walking around in the orange shirt.  It drives him CRAZY when he can't participate in sports activities.  He is not a good spectator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzbzPSwAsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7-PCdb4jslM/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335881331852182210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzbzPSwAsI/AAAAAAAAAVM/7-PCdb4jslM/s320/May+2009+(3)+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzbzHSO6KI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m5cL3-W_0wA/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335881329702529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzbzHSO6KI/AAAAAAAAAVE/m5cL3-W_0wA/s320/May+2009+(3)+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob after he "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bammed&lt;/span&gt;" the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzby12I9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PIHuTehMoJs/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335881325021295794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sgzby12I9LI/AAAAAAAAAU8/PIHuTehMoJs/s320/May+2009+(3)+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His team in the outfield.  Too fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2140153842638063871?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2140153842638063871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-ball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2140153842638063871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2140153842638063871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/blast-ball.html' title='Blast Ball'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzbzYocIBI/AAAAAAAAAVU/RceLG6ofqzw/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-717788087599523152</id><published>2009-05-14T21:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:59:32.919-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 9'/><title type='text'>Little Mozart</title><content type='html'>Jacob began taking piano lessons in January.  We found a wonderful piano teacher, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Supernois&lt;/span&gt;.  Jacob LOVES her..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inlaws&lt;/span&gt; came to watch Jacob play "Ski Weekend" and "Yankee Doodle".   Everyone (except his mom) didn't think Jake would go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of everyone and play his songs..........They were WRONG!  A very proud and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confindent&lt;/span&gt; Jacob strut up to the front of the church and played his little "heart out."  As much as you can for a 4 year old!  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzX6-r-uwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d87NDHCpCSw/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335876816632417682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXsayeDZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YxZ2AKJERjg/s320/May+2009+(3)+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335877066787044098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzX6-r-uwI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d87NDHCpCSw/s320/May+2009+(3)+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jacob put spike in his hair and wore his tuxedo shoes for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXsAa8YII/AAAAAAAAAUc/jtzODi9_Gq8/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335876809554419842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXsAa8YII/AAAAAAAAAUc/jtzODi9_Gq8/s320/May+2009+(3)+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Supernois&lt;/span&gt; and Jacob.  She is very gifted with children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXr5HBXII/AAAAAAAAAUU/8E-FEL6VuHA/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335876807591812226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXr5HBXII/AAAAAAAAAUU/8E-FEL6VuHA/s320/May+2009+(3)+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She wanted him to bow but he said "no"....imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXr9z8XHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kw1CCLthLjo/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335876808853970034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXr9z8XHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/kw1CCLthLjo/s320/May+2009+(3)+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Mozart walking to the back of the church by himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335876813816422162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXsQTFXxI/AAAAAAAAAUs/FPPGq7iidYk/s320/May+2009+(3)+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ben making the most of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-717788087599523152?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/717788087599523152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-mozart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/717788087599523152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/717788087599523152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-mozart.html' title='Little Mozart'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzXsayeDZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YxZ2AKJERjg/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-8765820561184448830</id><published>2009-05-14T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:42:55.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>AWANA Award Night</title><content type='html'>May 6th was AWANA (Approved Workmen Are Not Ashamed) award night at our church. Below Jacob is receiving his award. "Cubbie Bear" AKA Jeremy is graduating this weekend and will then serve in the military. Jacob will especially miss Jememy because Jacob and Jeremy became quite close last year when Jake wouldn't come out from under the tables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzQ8vfzIoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/76Z84AU1RSo/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335869400487764610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzQ8vfzIoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/76Z84AU1RSo/s320/May+2009+(3)+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzQ8SOF3iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/R7k5uUb3Oyc/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335869392628866594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzQ8SOF3iI/AAAAAAAAAT8/R7k5uUb3Oyc/s320/May+2009+(3)+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzQ8GCaBTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BmUzMvnJP_w/s1600-h/May+2009+(3)+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335869389358630194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzQ8GCaBTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/BmUzMvnJP_w/s320/May+2009+(3)+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&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; &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;Ben my little "competitive soul" was very disappointed because he didn't get the award for finishing his entire Sparks book. However, I thought he did great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Brian and Shana for letting me be the "3rd wheel" and sit with you during this event. I have been a "Westar Widow" this month! &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/7703078531345538067-8765820561184448830?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/8765820561184448830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/awana-award-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8765820561184448830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/8765820561184448830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/awana-award-night.html' title='AWANA Award Night'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SgzQ8vfzIoI/AAAAAAAAAUE/76Z84AU1RSo/s72-c/May+2009+(3)+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-1879260080392138029</id><published>2009-05-01T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:47:05.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa Jim is home</title><content type='html'>Once again the pictures are doing wierd things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ben and Jacob waiting at the airport for Grandpa Jim&lt;br /&gt;Ben loves ice cream and Jake loves chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfulSSCBJOI/AAAAAAAAATk/_fOSXFCg--c/s1600-h/May+2009+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331036317419644130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfulSSCBJOI/AAAAAAAAATk/_fOSXFCg--c/s320/May+2009+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfulSg6_iFI/AAAAAAAAATs/alWVU_epkj0/s1600-h/May+2009+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331036321416710226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfulSg6_iFI/AAAAAAAAATs/alWVU_epkj0/s320/May+2009+095.jpg" border="0" /&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;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfulSe9awkI/AAAAAAAAATc/sRscdMGhtjk/s1600-h/May+2009+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331036320890012226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfulSe9awkI/AAAAAAAAATc/sRscdMGhtjk/s320/May+2009+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa's flight got in early and he walked right past us.  He was surprised to see us eating!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-1879260080392138029?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/1879260080392138029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandpa-jim-is-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1879260080392138029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/1879260080392138029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/grandpa-jim-is-home.html' title='Grandpa Jim is home'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfulSSCBJOI/AAAAAAAAATk/_fOSXFCg--c/s72-c/May+2009+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-255569565880091895</id><published>2009-05-01T20:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:41:37.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Louie's Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Uncle Louie got home on Tuesday afternoon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With a Uhaul trailer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Jason AKA Uncle Louie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys were ECSTATIC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiK4n7ptI/AAAAAAAAATM/9d75LdSxNXI/s1600-h/May+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331032891805378258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiK4n7ptI/AAAAAAAAATM/9d75LdSxNXI/s320/May+2009+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiBAY33pI/AAAAAAAAATE/YDCVaioRJOU/s1600-h/May+2009+090.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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331032722240233282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiBA8c30I/AAAAAAAAAS8/6kyi5FB_INQ/s320/May+2009+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Louie's stuff (part of it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What is missing from the picture is a 1000 # safe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That sat in the garage until Luke and Louie could move it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiA7HR6AI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o_gT1qOL1uM/s1600-h/May+2009+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331032720675039234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiA7HR6AI/AAAAAAAAAS0/o_gT1qOL1uM/s320/May+2009+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiYNjVA9I/AAAAAAAAATU/aaBSrUOz_1o/s1600-h/May+2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331033120761512914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiYNjVA9I/AAAAAAAAATU/aaBSrUOz_1o/s320/May+2009+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason and Onn brought food for us to eat (very thoughtful)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uncle Louie and Luke talking about  "life."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure regressing back to the younger days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when I am sure they could have lifted the safe one handed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry about the weird settings, I couldn't figure how to undo it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-255569565880091895?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/255569565880091895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncle-louies-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/255569565880091895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/255569565880091895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/05/uncle-louies-home.html' title='Uncle Louie&apos;s Home'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfuiK4n7ptI/AAAAAAAAATM/9d75LdSxNXI/s72-c/May+2009+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-4520112796852777101</id><published>2009-04-26T21:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:14:28.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastgate Lanes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures from Ben's Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195280558718930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa31Rj_9I/AAAAAAAAARE/9Z3WPOsbfVA/s320/April+2009+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195888407640706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUbbNsCeoI/AAAAAAAAASE/bXlMTZTOuoA/s320/April+2009+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUcJxE_JaI/AAAAAAAAASc/OQPfQdYBKHc/s1600-h/April+2009+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329196688181503394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUcJxE_JaI/AAAAAAAAASc/OQPfQdYBKHc/s320/April+2009+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marrah didn't want to miss the party and had her dad drive back early from a family bowling tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195889368670562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUbbRRKoWI/AAAAAAAAASM/6Tehs7FuMpQ/s320/April+2009+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jacob just got a strike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUbbFK0mNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MeU0d4v68d4/s1600-h/April+2009+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195886120835282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUbbFK0mNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/MeU0d4v68d4/s320/April+2009+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben &amp;amp; Colt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUba-jg1uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ONTnMhA9nyQ/s1600-h/April+2009+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195884345349858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUba-jg1uI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ONTnMhA9nyQ/s320/April+2009+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa and Jakob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ben's adopted grandpa)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUba9ZUsqI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q2428142Uo4/s1600-h/April+2009+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195884034175650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUba9ZUsqI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q2428142Uo4/s320/April+2009+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clayton, Jacob and Christopher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Apple-A-Day Buddies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa4Lg5fvI/AAAAAAAAARU/vy9TsIfYwV4/s1600-h/April+2009+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195286528622322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa4Lg5fvI/AAAAAAAAARU/vy9TsIfYwV4/s320/April+2009+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob making a "fashion statement"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329196693688977506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUcKFmEiGI/AAAAAAAAASk/c6puTHbpZoY/s320/April+2009+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ben, Dad and Jake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankful that Luke is with us to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa4uUGabI/AAAAAAAAARk/L26epLMS6o4/s1600-h/April+2009+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195295870183858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa4uUGabI/AAAAAAAAARk/L26epLMS6o4/s320/April+2009+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Auntie Al and Luke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for helping us Alison!  You are a very special and patient aunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lives are truly blessed to have to you "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McVay's&lt;/span&gt;" in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(P.S. We have 3 more L&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt; sets that need to be built when you have a spare minute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa4P_E1eI/AAAAAAAAARM/JlP-xtKJTlQ/s1600-h/April+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329195287728936418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa4P_E1eI/AAAAAAAAARM/JlP-xtKJTlQ/s320/April+2009+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just LOVED this picture of Luke S!  I had no idea they made bowling shoes a size 4!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too Cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329197181461097442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUcmesAa-I/AAAAAAAAASs/ob7jUllwbNQ/s320/April+2009+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329196690600347826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUcJ6FryLI/AAAAAAAAASU/be-um1IRD98/s320/April+2009+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom and step dad missed the "friend birthday" because they had to paint.  They came by later for some hamburgers and left over cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bowling alley was very fun.  Thank you Barb for the bowling pin and letting us use the facility for the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must also thank Julie S. and Ellen M. for staying back to help with the younger kids. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-4520112796852777101?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/4520112796852777101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/eastgate-lanes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4520112796852777101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/4520112796852777101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/eastgate-lanes.html' title='Eastgate Lanes'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfUa31Rj_9I/AAAAAAAAARE/9Z3WPOsbfVA/s72-c/April+2009+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-3454216573977172082</id><published>2009-04-24T22:58:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:35:15.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Blossom Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not only was today Ben's birthday but the annual Apple Blossom Festival at Presbyterian Manor. The children from the preschool sing a few songs and then go play on the inflatable slides, etc. Jacob is in the front row with spike in his hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328473825190848194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKKtml3psI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ucxhj0Abxj0/s320/April+2009+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328473824813385570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKKtlL4B2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/VH8G7ePEnSk/s320/April+2009+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328473831006761314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKKt8QfcWI/AAAAAAAAAP8/16kJkhmdjYg/s320/April+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMdow7KYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tEQXfoFnigw/s1600-h/April+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475749919435138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMdow7KYI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tEQXfoFnigw/s320/April+2009+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob and his friend Clayton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMdQr3lxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eKyhI_w2-sY/s1600-h/April+2009+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475743455778578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMdQr3lxI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eKyhI_w2-sY/s320/April+2009+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMdSlKIhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NOHCAbg5WDQ/s1600-h/April+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475743964504594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMdSlKIhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/NOHCAbg5WDQ/s320/April+2009+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Horse Races!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMIPXOo0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RVaHa0v_50k/s1600-h/April+2009+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475382323520322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMIPXOo0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/RVaHa0v_50k/s320/April+2009+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jacob on "The Wall"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (no relation to the Pink Floyd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475381015939458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMIKfeiYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/efrvGZ2yWfY/s320/April+2009+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jacob coming down with a little help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben climbed to the top of the wall and got his picture in the paper too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMHyuRRAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_OxLdP5m7s/s1600-h/April+2009+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475374635533314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKMHyuRRAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Z_OxLdP5m7s/s320/April+2009+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ran into Avery at the festival.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My camera wasn't fast enough to catch the hug she gave Jacob.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avery and Jacob go to the same daycare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKLzc0vO4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/1wYfHsvVfGE/s1600-h/April+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475025159699330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKLzc0vO4I/AAAAAAAAAQM/1wYfHsvVfGE/s320/April+2009+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This calf got out of the "petting zoo."  This poor man got a good work out trying to catch him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture of Jacob petting the same calf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKLzCtUb-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oZJcxT381pI/s1600-h/April+2009+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328475018149261282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKLzCtUb-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/oZJcxT381pI/s320/April+2009+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-3454216573977172082?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/3454216573977172082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/apple-blossom-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3454216573977172082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/3454216573977172082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/apple-blossom-festival.html' title='Apple Blossom Festival'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKKtml3psI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ucxhj0Abxj0/s72-c/April+2009+054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6995229111503632866</id><published>2009-04-24T22:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T08:21:27.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so thankful that God blessed us with our children. Today was Ben's special day. This is the first year I wasn't working and was able to make "home made" treats. Ben really wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; cupcakes but I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; wanted to make them. I kept thinking of all the years that I longed to do this for Logan. I know it was Ben's birthday but mom did get her wish and made them anyway. Regardless, Ben was happy when his birthday treats arrived at school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really wanted blue frosting but I only had green or pink. I told him I chose green to go with his "sport" cupcake tins.....He liked it....Thanks Megan for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; and encouragement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328469268925451282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKGkZLjDBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/32YR0MzK0RY/s320/April+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This isn't the best picture but the only one I have of the cupcakes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328469271646471522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKGkjUShWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/p21ihkgG32c/s320/April+2009+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Ben's kindergarten teacher, Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kirtley&lt;/span&gt;. She gave him the choice of 6 "high five's" or 6 hugs and what do you think he chose???? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; up in front of the class. Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kirtley&lt;/span&gt; gave him a "hug" to grow but I promised Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kirtley&lt;/span&gt; I would not put that picture on the blog! "Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kirtley&lt;/span&gt;" and Ben walking away was about all I got in the picture!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328469273336008194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKGkpnGzgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/FoYnFGspx5c/s320/April+2009+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Ben eating his cupcakes with his "hot water" as he told his dad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There will be more to come after his "friend" birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6995229111503632866?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6995229111503632866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/bens-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6995229111503632866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6995229111503632866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/bens-birthday.html' title='Ben&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SfKGkZLjDBI/AAAAAAAAAPU/32YR0MzK0RY/s72-c/April+2009+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-6348043201847385763</id><published>2009-04-20T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:59:47.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling it a Day!</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in awhile.  We had issues with cameras, time, etc, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to write something as it was better than nothing.  I have decided to call it a day for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Ben asked me today if there was a baby in my tummy (referring to the extra weight I'm  supporting),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I decided to play with the boys and jump on the trampoline (selfishly looking at burning some extra calories too).  Well, I didn't think I had to use the restroom but I guess my body didn't like all that bouncing...I did manage to get inside without the boys noticing I "wet" my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;, but that is what is going on at the Schmidt household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to get better things on-line this week.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-6348043201847385763?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/6348043201847385763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/calling-it-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6348043201847385763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/6348043201847385763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/calling-it-day.html' title='Calling it a Day!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-820804150098144837</id><published>2009-04-10T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:57:45.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot the Camera!</title><content type='html'>The boys and I had the day off for Good Friday.  We were going to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; and eat at the park and play.  Once we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; the line was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; long we couldn't even pull into the parking lot.  I decided at that point I really wanted a good cup of coffee.  I drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hesston&lt;/span&gt; to the Lincoln Perk and got a Cafe Mocha, skim milk and no whip.....ahhhhhh......it was an indulgence I really enjoyed due to the excessive bickering between the boys this morning.  By this point moms patience was seriously lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hesston&lt;/span&gt; for coffee we noticed a park with a huge hill.  The boys decided they could eat Sonic and then we could play at this "new" park.  The park was great and had a ton of picnic tables and an open "restroom" which they don't have at the park we visit in Newton.  The boys ran to play on the train equipment, etc.  Ben went down a slide and let out a scream of surprise.  He got off the slide and was SOAKED!  All I could do was start laughing which in turn made Ben laugh.  He wanted to change but because this little trip really wasn't planned I didn't have any extra clothes.  I looked at both boys and said "go for it."  They looked at me as if I lost my mind (which I probably had) and said you are soaked you might as well run through every puddle you can find and have fun....The boys ran like mad for about 10 minutes and then Ben had enough.  He was very cold.  Jake went to the other other park and ran around the "merry-go-round" while I took care of Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two blankets in the car and put one in each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt;.  Ben was so embarrassed but he was naked as jay bird from the waist down.  I wrapped him in the blanket and put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;seatbelt&lt;/span&gt; around him.....Jake thought it was great getting naked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hesston&lt;/span&gt; in broad daylight.  He will be my nudist I am sure of it!  I wrapped him up and headed to Newton.  The boys started laughing so hard on the way home.  It was quite distracting but music to my ears after a morning of arguing, hitting each other with chairs, crying, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was so tired tonight he passed out before 8 PM and his dad joined him.  Ben and I are still awake which is odd because we usually we are the first to fall asleep in the Schmidt household!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-820804150098144837?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/820804150098144837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgot-camera.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/820804150098144837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/820804150098144837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgot-camera.html' title='Forgot the Camera!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-9079858264961481579</id><published>2009-04-06T21:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:44:04.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Luke worked his first big storm this last week since his surgery.  It was a rough storm with a lot of ice and heavy snow.  He worked 18 hour days Saturday-Thursday.  Further, he was up almost two days straight from Thursday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; at 11:00 PM.  These are VERY  LONG hours and it is very hard on your body.&lt;br /&gt;As a result me and the boys spent a lot of time together over the weekend and mom was a little crabby by Sunday.  On the way to church we were listening to a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; song" as Jake calls it and Ben asked me to turn the radio down.  He said "Mom, if you see Pastor Steve can you ask him if he will pray for daddy and all of the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Westar&lt;/span&gt; guys to stay safe?  I said I could but I would like him to tell Pastor Steve if he saw him.  We did make it into church seconds before worship started and Ben asked Pastor Steve to pray.  Pastor Steve did pray and told the congregation that a little boy came up to him before service asking him to pray for his dad and all of his coworkers during the storm.  How awesome was that!?!&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe how proud I was of him.  Amazed that he is 5 and he "gets it".  He "gets it" you can go to God when something is heavy on your heart and pray about it.  He always thanks God every night for something.............school, warm bed, food, safe house, etc. and always remembers to pray for those less fortunate. &lt;br /&gt;There are more days than not that I don't think I am doing a good enough job with the boys.  However, this day made me realize that the boys are listening and Luke and I must be doing something right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-9079858264961481579?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/9079858264961481579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/luke-worked-his-first-big-storm-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9079858264961481579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/9079858264961481579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/luke-worked-his-first-big-storm-this.html' title=''/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-2229715612356226960</id><published>2009-04-03T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:18:06.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are random pictures from my baptism. I am so far behind on posts these will have to do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below is my mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;step-dad&lt;/span&gt;, me, Jake and Ben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sc2hBplx3HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Dxd_unxOjYM/s1600-h/family+pict+baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318083784710675570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sc2hBplx3HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Dxd_unxOjYM/s320/family+pict+baptism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Aunt Leslie drove from Oklahoma for my baptism. She and the boys were having fun!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sc2hBdQi2NI/AAAAAAAAANs/JDp8pgIA9kA/s1600-h/A.+Leslie+and+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318083781400385746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sc2hBdQi2NI/AAAAAAAAANs/JDp8pgIA9kA/s320/A.+Leslie+and+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-2229715612356226960?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/2229715612356226960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-22-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2229715612356226960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/2229715612356226960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-22-2009.html' title='March 22, 2009'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sc2hBplx3HI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Dxd_unxOjYM/s72-c/family+pict+baptism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-191317730648115926</id><published>2009-04-01T22:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:27:17.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>On March 22, 2009 I was baptised by Pastor Steve after 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; service.  Luke and I found a wonderful church and have been attending since 2007. Luke and I attended Judgement House and rededicated our lives to serving God. Further, we took a Perspectives Course in 2008 where we studied missions work and how it related to Jesus/God/Bible. I began a women's bible study in the fall but haven't been able to attend much this spring. All of these experiences led me to realize that God wanted me to be baptised as an adult. I finally started asking around and decided this was something I needed to complete even though I was baptised as a young child. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a baptism preparation class and this is what I learned.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baptism&lt;/span&gt; is a step of obedience for every believer, commanded by Christ Himself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Then Jesus came and said to them 'All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit," (Matthew 28:19, 20)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baptism is a way to show others our faith in Jesus Christ and allows us to follow Christ's example.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every person who has decided to trust Christ as his/her Savior should be baptised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus was baptized by being immersed in water "&lt;em&gt;As soon as Jesus was baptized, He went up out of the water..." (Matthew 3:16)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The word &lt;em&gt;baptize&lt;/em&gt; means to DIP (in liquid)! Being immersed is the best way to picture a death and a resurrection.   So here goes.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767811482110226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sdq3oOx_yRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/o5Ke2jo7MEM/s320/Baptisim+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321767806298807378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sdq3n7eM3FI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bZQmdftMG3Q/s320/Baptisim+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank you Pastor Steve, friends, and family to help me get to this point!  Also, a special thanks to Megan who happened to have her camera.  Mine was in the dressing room in my purse (you know because it did a lot of good there)! &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/7703078531345538067-191317730648115926?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/191317730648115926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/baptism.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/191317730648115926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/191317730648115926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/04/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/Sdq3oOx_yRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/o5Ke2jo7MEM/s72-c/Baptisim+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7703078531345538067.post-7899417872570541269</id><published>2009-03-29T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:30:25.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday and Saturday we had a lot of snow and ice (for those of you who don't live in Kansas).  It warmed up today so the boys went outside.  What you can't tell in this picture is there is a big mud puddle just off the patio, you know, where the boys' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dumptrucks&lt;/span&gt; are parked.  I should have been prepared for what I was going to see next.  The boys got behind their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; trucks and ran as fast as they could into the mud/snow/ice mixture until they wiped out.....In case you wondering this game was called "wipe out". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA5D3G8PCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zbbk16n1woI/s1600-h/March+2009+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318813898420010018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA5D3G8PCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zbbk16n1woI/s320/March+2009+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob is pouting because Ben decided he was cold and wanted to come inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4mXjjwAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o0Y-11gjtTQ/s1600-h/March+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318813391733899266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4mXjjwAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/o0Y-11gjtTQ/s320/March+2009+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ben, need I say more?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4mBqGnlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_14RhAHJG5I/s1600-h/March+2009+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318813385855770194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4mBqGnlI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_14RhAHJG5I/s320/March+2009+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4mW81VuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XO6qEhFTSvk/s1600-h/March+2009+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318813391571474146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4mW81VuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XO6qEhFTSvk/s320/March+2009+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys soaked in water and mud.  Trooper wouldn't get out of the way when I was taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4lzvasqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GTbZyDW7VyM/s1600-h/March+2009+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318813382119961250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA4lzvasqI/AAAAAAAAAOE/GTbZyDW7VyM/s320/March+2009+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would I trade them for girls?  NO WAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7703078531345538067-7899417872570541269?l=angieschmidt88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/feeds/7899417872570541269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-will-be-boys.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7899417872570541269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7703078531345538067/posts/default/7899417872570541269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angieschmidt88.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys!'/><author><name>angie schmidt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11361620614438981407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SUnQVaRCLkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p6o8FgfY8eo/S220/2008+KState+Ben+%26+Jake.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KE-9qHcLit0/SdA5D3G8PCI/AAAAAAAAAOs/zbbk16n1woI/s72-c/March+2009+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
