<?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-25187597436841200</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:54:54.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made for my 4</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2335888509398394524</id><published>2011-10-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:59:58.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirt day shirts and Cheer competition</title><content type='html'>Last week was homecomeing. Friday was spirt day. Spirt day is an all out do what ever you want as long as clothing is to school code. Thursday night about 15 kids on the street all made thier shirts to wear on Friday I didn't get pictures of them all since my memory card was not in my camera for some reason. Here are three of our shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YytpmGI0lUw/TpJN-oVh-hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/gECMATjYw-U/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661673419933088274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YytpmGI0lUw/TpJN-oVh-hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/gECMATjYw-U/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girls funny that the taller one is the youngest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNgShSWyBKw/TpJN-cRQIZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hfUiHJWBXNA/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661673416693916050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PNgShSWyBKw/TpJN-cRQIZI/AAAAAAAAA7M/hfUiHJWBXNA/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course the cheerleader had to have a cheer on the back she did not get to wear her shirt to school since all pop warner cheerleaders had to wear their uniforms for spirt day which was also the beginning of their big weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkiBg32ZN8w/TpJN-Ln5FGI/AAAAAAAAA7E/g9I-ZhYsgYs/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661673412225471586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FkiBg32ZN8w/TpJN-Ln5FGI/AAAAAAAAA7E/g9I-ZhYsgYs/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The front of her shirt she made a pompom with her hands in the middle of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1oP-ZFOt8g/TpJN9x3lawI/AAAAAAAAA68/YIsoi-XEUgg/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661673405311970050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z1oP-ZFOt8g/TpJN9x3lawI/AAAAAAAAA68/YIsoi-XEUgg/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was the cheer leaders. They had CNY Cheer Competition today. They are a large squad, which means that they are always competing against the innercity squads of Syracuse which are very hard to beat. Especially one squad which our girls have nothing but trouble with everyyear. There cheerleaders will tell our girls they suck and stuff like that their parents are the sameway. I was down looking at pictures after our girls performance and thats all I heard from this other squads parents that Fulton was no competition because the girls routine sucked today. Which it did not and we knew it. Well when results were read we beat them hands down, no ifs ands or buts about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This picture was right after they were on the mat. Apart of thier cheer is "A Cheerleaders face looks like this" and what a great group of cheerleaders faces theese are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aayzg90mlw/TpJN9W95c5I/AAAAAAAAA60/v_XtkIfjln8/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661673398090691474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3aayzg90mlw/TpJN9W95c5I/AAAAAAAAA60/v_XtkIfjln8/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had my camera ready just incase as I always do when they are doing results and wouldn't you know when they called our squad for second place, I got to excited with baby girl to take a picture of her hands on her face crying for joy. This was after the tears stopped, and they had gotten their ribbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRIYg23jQUY/TpJMiRpVZkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0xhL7X3bumU/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661671833294169666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRIYg23jQUY/TpJMiRpVZkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/0xhL7X3bumU/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLdSu9qVUHw/TpJMiG8XqbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/M_inA8IclKg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661671830421219762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RLdSu9qVUHw/TpJMiG8XqbI/AAAAAAAAA6k/M_inA8IclKg/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6tcE2XMzBQ/TpJMh1VQe0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/kgR7h09lFxo/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661671825693768514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v6tcE2XMzBQ/TpJMh1VQe0I/AAAAAAAAA6c/kgR7h09lFxo/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nQHNa0s7YY/TpJMhoVUgtI/AAAAAAAAA6U/OB12MPgU2CE/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661671822204371666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4nQHNa0s7YY/TpJMhoVUgtI/AAAAAAAAA6U/OB12MPgU2CE/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkMCd4ywthw/TpJMhVo2H-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/V7YFv_dAnAk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661671817185992674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkMCd4ywthw/TpJMhVo2H-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/V7YFv_dAnAk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-2335888509398394524?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2335888509398394524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2335888509398394524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2335888509398394524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2335888509398394524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/10/spirt-day-shirts-and-cheer-competition.html' title='Spirt day shirts and Cheer competition'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YytpmGI0lUw/TpJN-oVh-hI/AAAAAAAAA7U/gECMATjYw-U/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1906863400538948411</id><published>2011-10-06T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T05:36:50.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Halloween crafts I got done</title><content type='html'>Just a couple of things I got done on Wens. This ghost still needs eyes he stands on is own but on this table its smaller so wont stand right. For today I have to get moving on Spirt day stuff for the kids tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0oXk6vZpzE/To2bIeZ8_YI/AAAAAAAAA6E/DhVlavo5HxY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660350876577758594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0oXk6vZpzE/To2bIeZ8_YI/AAAAAAAAA6E/DhVlavo5HxY/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same thing with this one about standing and of course next to my messy desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G3CVeSQjxc/To2bIPHceaI/AAAAAAAAA58/ZzrD8tIt2WY/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660350872473598370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8G3CVeSQjxc/To2bIPHceaI/AAAAAAAAA58/ZzrD8tIt2WY/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new halloween/fall tree. This was actually one of the table decorations we made for the family tables for my brothers wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bs_UxIU1dSg/To2bHyeCGtI/AAAAAAAAA50/EYLBGyfYw1w/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660350864783710930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bs_UxIU1dSg/To2bHyeCGtI/AAAAAAAAA50/EYLBGyfYw1w/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mini ghosts I made for my tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMMd-d6B4c0/To2bHgN0y7I/AAAAAAAAA5s/KWWP9QrjOcI/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660350859883891634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iMMd-d6B4c0/To2bHgN0y7I/AAAAAAAAA5s/KWWP9QrjOcI/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HSRbrZUnW4/To2bHd_OahI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AYltBPmxT7s/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660350859285785106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HSRbrZUnW4/To2bHd_OahI/AAAAAAAAA5k/AYltBPmxT7s/s320/001.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;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/25187597436841200-1906863400538948411?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1906863400538948411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1906863400538948411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1906863400538948411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1906863400538948411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/10/some-halloween-crafts-i-got-done.html' title='Some Halloween crafts I got done'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g0oXk6vZpzE/To2bIeZ8_YI/AAAAAAAAA6E/DhVlavo5HxY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-708092934626640027</id><published>2011-10-04T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:27:33.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another thing done for the girls room</title><content type='html'>Sunday I finally got another thing made for the girls room a necklace holder, the knobs were from thier dresser that I changed out because I didn't care for them but thought they looked ok for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37VhUZJXXI0/Toujfbi3m5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/YE_jLJBf-ZA/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659797117086440338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37VhUZJXXI0/Toujfbi3m5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/YE_jLJBf-ZA/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And of course little miss had my camera yet again. I think that we just may spend the $165.00 and have her hair straightened again because her curls are back and she hates them but hates spending an hour straighting her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCwmuQmRrGk/ToujfF-_qPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/P_MesCFOCW0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659797111298828530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCwmuQmRrGk/ToujfF-_qPI/AAAAAAAAA5U/P_MesCFOCW0/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-708092934626640027?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/708092934626640027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=708092934626640027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/708092934626640027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/708092934626640027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-thing-done-for-girls-room.html' title='another thing done for the girls room'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37VhUZJXXI0/Toujfbi3m5I/AAAAAAAAA5c/YE_jLJBf-ZA/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2419442340249473461</id><published>2011-09-29T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T05:27:01.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple more fall things I got done</title><content type='html'>First off this is what I found on my camera while putting pictures in the computer this morning, I don't even want to know with this child I never know what I am going to find she is too into herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfI2OCQwsDI/ToRi8PPin2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/RHXv1qbV0qE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657755818907574114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfI2OCQwsDI/ToRi8PPin2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/RHXv1qbV0qE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mini acorn wreath I made two of them but of course my friend already has one hanging in her window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crRtmgaUiCk/ToRi74PpQSI/AAAAAAAAA5E/uFcM_LKH1ng/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657755812733993250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crRtmgaUiCk/ToRi74PpQSI/AAAAAAAAA5E/uFcM_LKH1ng/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My candy corn thing I threw together yea the same friend snagged one from me also you never know it may be painted green for christmas because to me it looks like a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOwAHMEOyB4/ToRi7b-TFaI/AAAAAAAAA48/BifA1DpBAD4/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657755805145044386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOwAHMEOyB4/ToRi7b-TFaI/AAAAAAAAA48/BifA1DpBAD4/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-2419442340249473461?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2419442340249473461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2419442340249473461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2419442340249473461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2419442340249473461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/09/couple-more-fall-things-i-got-done.html' title='A couple more fall things I got done'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TfI2OCQwsDI/ToRi8PPin2I/AAAAAAAAA5M/RHXv1qbV0qE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-6866394950913049833</id><published>2011-09-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:27:28.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall things we made last week</title><content type='html'>Thursday night I had a craft night with one of my good friends. And these are the two things that we made but we made them by the dozen because everyone had to have one of each. I went andbought out the dollar store of these pumpkins for something else but liked this idea better. We have another friend that is heading to another dollar store today to see if she can find more pumpkins I did notice thatI need to clean dust webs off my ceiling in this picture ooopppps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GC88qZMOEMU/ToB8VLcJuZI/AAAAAAAAA40/o5SzRcxbEKA/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656657835267307922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GC88qZMOEMU/ToB8VLcJuZI/AAAAAAAAA40/o5SzRcxbEKA/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This next one is the leaf door hangers we made which we are doing more of today because there are a couple more of people that want them. I had all this wool in my garage and my friend seen this leaf door hanger idea on a blog we just combined the two and came up with this we all love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWrBKEbFB48/ToB8U0zMx1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/xb1-AMj2Q8E/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656657829189961554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qWrBKEbFB48/ToB8U0zMx1I/AAAAAAAAA4s/xb1-AMj2Q8E/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today another friend is off of work and we are going to make some butterfly's out of milk jugs and do more leave hangers and what ever else we can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-6866394950913049833?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/6866394950913049833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=6866394950913049833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6866394950913049833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6866394950913049833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/09/fall-things-we-made-last-week.html' title='Fall things we made last week'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GC88qZMOEMU/ToB8VLcJuZI/AAAAAAAAA40/o5SzRcxbEKA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1293801995246291335</id><published>2011-09-23T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T04:48:30.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby girl is growing up too fast</title><content type='html'>I can not believe every time I see a picture of my baby how much she is growing up. Yes I know she is 12 and in just a few months she will be a teenager but I still think of her as a baby. This is the child that I was lucky enough to have a second girl. I am the only girl in my mothers family out of 14 grandchildren. My mom has 4 granddaughters and 9 grandsons. All the girls are very spoiled in our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; was her grandfathers(my bio. father) everything as she was my grandfathers. I used to have to tell my grandfather to watch what he said to my cousins whom had kids after she was born. Because he would say yea their cute but you should see how cute my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KK&lt;/span&gt; is. For a guy that had 36 grandchildren and 42 great grandchildren he had his favorite of them all and Kayla was it. My Kenny also held a special place in his heart but not like his sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I took her to cheer practice pictures where in I opened it and could not believe this picture where have the past 12 years gone and why is my baby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; up. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girlest&lt;/span&gt; sport she does. Softball (only because they will not let her play hardball with the boys), lacrosse, those are what she likes. But cheer she loves. I still wish she would try football but she won't. I have learned this season more than past seasons how &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;athletic&lt;/span&gt; cheer really is since they are into more intense stunting. I guess her shirt is right "If cheer was any easier it would be called football" I love you baby girl please stop growing up on mommy, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;babygirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yxvUURKzOo/TnxtLr8zmsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/fp8tYg1hjMA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655515279614253762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yxvUURKzOo/TnxtLr8zmsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/fp8tYg1hjMA/s320/002.JPG" /&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/25187597436841200-1293801995246291335?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1293801995246291335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1293801995246291335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1293801995246291335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1293801995246291335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-baby-girl-is-growing-up-too-fast.html' title='My baby girl is growing up too fast'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3yxvUURKzOo/TnxtLr8zmsI/AAAAAAAAA4k/fp8tYg1hjMA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7884783960243794721</id><published>2011-09-20T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T05:57:27.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooden pumpkins and Pop Warner Night</title><content type='html'>My wooden pumpkins which of course I copied and can't remember where I copied from. I really need to start remembering this stuff. I have these 4 sitting in my front window and have about 12 more sitting out waiting to finish spraypainting. I thought they were cute to use up extra 2x4's laying around the yard. And I can put them anywhere in the house or even outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1y1C4wIN-MA/TniFH16qRhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7-0Y5UvQGh4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654415701942355474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1y1C4wIN-MA/TniFH16qRhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7-0Y5UvQGh4/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year at the second or third home game for Varisty football is Pop Warner night. Our Pop Warner field is down the road from the highschool. Pop Warner players and cheerleaders are invited to the Varisty game they section off one part of the bleachers for them to sit as an organization, during half time the players and cheerleaders are brought down to the field and introduced. The older girls cheer with the Varisty cheerleaders during the first two quarters of the game. It is a fun night, especially for those that don't attend the Varisty games (ha I am one of those invisable parents at every home game, guess that's what I get for raising a future Varisty player and cheerleader) The kids start at their field and parade to the varisty field. Cheerleaders cheering all the way. Pop Warner in our town is the biggest childrens sports orgainzation we have 280 children that form 6 football teams, and 6 cheersquads. In the past three years we have one team that has two CNY Championship titles and one championship cheersquad title. This year we are looking for state championship for both groups. Boys are well on thier way and cheersquad lets just say girls you got the cheer and you got the dance to take you all the way to Disney this year. Here come the championship girls with the championship boys behind them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYwHA9Kve8/TniFHc7BkWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/5_JtNRDvy3M/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654415695232995682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EyYwHA9Kve8/TniFHc7BkWI/AAAAAAAAA4U/5_JtNRDvy3M/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Makayla freezing her butt off, why is it always so cold and they can only wear their warm up suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-360B2rjtGUQ/TniEv-KutLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KCxj7pDLUu0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654415291840378034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-360B2rjtGUQ/TniEv-KutLI/AAAAAAAAA4M/KCxj7pDLUu0/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the sidelines getting ready to cheer with varsity cheerleaders which were also all in their warm up suits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLbPPQqBlUg/TniEvXNM7cI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Gbq_vPMUw5I/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654415281381764546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hLbPPQqBlUg/TniEvXNM7cI/AAAAAAAAA4E/Gbq_vPMUw5I/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; being introduced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IpdxHRGmG8/TniEvEQWyLI/AAAAAAAAA38/v4MGOIh_jNo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654415276294719666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IpdxHRGmG8/TniEvEQWyLI/AAAAAAAAA38/v4MGOIh_jNo/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wheres the best place in the world to freeze your butt off with family and good friends CAMP. This is what we did all day and most of the night on Saturday. Sit by the campfire for one last weekend at camp before hunting season begins. We had some good friends, family and good food. Thats my Randa sitting there reading Catcher in the Rye and having it done in one day before they even start reading it in class. She loved the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGk8jEyTqU/TniEuxl5O6I/AAAAAAAAA30/4B5IZbeRGYw/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654415271284784034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yWGk8jEyTqU/TniEuxl5O6I/AAAAAAAAA30/4B5IZbeRGYw/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two cousins and three softball buddies having fun at camp. Love that these three can have a great time together on and off the softball field. Off the field they are nut cases but you better watch out on the field because they can knock your socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NswY0mRYH4U/TniEuWr5dII/AAAAAAAAA3s/QO9UmKaHD8Y/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654415264062207106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NswY0mRYH4U/TniEuWr5dII/AAAAAAAAA3s/QO9UmKaHD8Y/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/25187597436841200-7884783960243794721?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7884783960243794721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7884783960243794721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7884783960243794721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7884783960243794721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/09/wooden-pumpkins-and-pop-warner-night.html' title='Wooden pumpkins and Pop Warner Night'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1y1C4wIN-MA/TniFH16qRhI/AAAAAAAAA4c/7-0Y5UvQGh4/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1533191194401712000</id><published>2011-08-29T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T08:39:27.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brothers wedding</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a busy day our annual scrimage day and my favorite brothers wedding. Yes I said my favorite brother. Between both my parents I have 5 brothers a step brother and two step sisters. In our family we all have our favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First pictures of why every Saturday from the first of August sometimes thru the end of November is why we spend time at the football field. This is my nefhew Caleb this is his second year of football and he loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0dFFMhWyE4/Tlunxl_0e9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/n7q9Aapp5OI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646291028294269906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M0dFFMhWyE4/Tlunxl_0e9I/AAAAAAAAA2s/n7q9Aapp5OI/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Miss Makayla this is our (I have lost count of how many years) in Cheer she is now a Jr. Midget cheerleader we are now in our final 3 years of Pop Warner then its highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3Zdxkk4o_0/TlunxZOEMII/AAAAAAAAA2k/jyzx4euMvCI/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646291024864358530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b3Zdxkk4o_0/TlunxZOEMII/AAAAAAAAA2k/jyzx4euMvCI/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now on to the favorite pictures of the day, Kenny and Cath's wedding. The ceremony part of the wedding was at our family camp. My parents bought this property 25 years ago. When the previous owner passed away my step dad said he had to have it. He grew up here and wanted the same for his kids and future grandchildren. And we have loved it ever since. Last weekend as we were down there getting some things done for the wedding he was talking to my Randa they were talking about college and stuff. Grandpa told her you know when you are done working in NYC this is the place you will have to retire. She said yep gramp and you will have my cabin built down here by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the new sign that one of my uncles made going down into camp. There has always been a sign since the first year my parents bought the place but it was smaller and up in the trees. This is the new and improved sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--U_t4I99G0Q/TlunxEpRetI/AAAAAAAAA2c/TBLuuE_UhyM/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646291019341331154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--U_t4I99G0Q/TlunxEpRetI/AAAAAAAAA2c/TBLuuE_UhyM/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close up of the wedding sign that was also all hand made by the same uncle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Ql3udKdlQ/Tlunwy0yMFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hNCNL3Svqyw/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646291014557773906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4Ql3udKdlQ/Tlunwy0yMFI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hNCNL3Svqyw/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family intial down at camp my mom thought it was a great touch and it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJLDE6ah_F8/Tlum0oCdPHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/U1ijDgnbPBY/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646289980870179954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJLDE6ah_F8/Tlum0oCdPHI/AAAAAAAAA2M/U1ijDgnbPBY/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny and Cathrine have been together a little over 4 years and have a 3 year old daughter. We all love Cathrine to death she has been one of us since the beginning. She has just fit right in, just like my SIL Shanon. For months we have been saying that she just needs to ride off on her horse and get away (it is a big joke between her, Shanon, my sister Colleen and myself). We told her that we would have her "just in case horse" there for her She loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7a98cSY35M/Tlum0LwbVAI/AAAAAAAAA18/FZSbyWTdM9s/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646289973278364674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7a98cSY35M/Tlum0LwbVAI/AAAAAAAAA18/FZSbyWTdM9s/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Emma Grace said this was the day she was marrying her daddy and mommy, in her eyes the wedding was all about her and it was. She had the biggest smile going down to marry her daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cD-fJaAy5VM/TlumzpvLEBI/AAAAAAAAA10/gYyPKFMZ3xc/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646289964146298898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cD-fJaAy5VM/TlumzpvLEBI/AAAAAAAAA10/gYyPKFMZ3xc/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cath's turn escorted by her grandpa. We all call him grandpa he has become a part of our family also. Along with Cath's mom and her one brother we actually just met her other brother on the day of the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHwqZagQTpc/TlumzVltmUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/YYr0dK7Khh4/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646289958737910082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nHwqZagQTpc/TlumzVltmUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/YYr0dK7Khh4/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The perfect couple this picture makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXsVT9Tl3x0/TlujpoeHMEI/AAAAAAAAA08/Nm5PBzjlfgk/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646286493472731202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cXsVT9Tl3x0/TlujpoeHMEI/AAAAAAAAA08/Nm5PBzjlfgk/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma Grace with mommy and daddy after she married them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9hZjnPaTyI/Tlujpc4JAFI/AAAAAAAAA00/A1nB3vxFhxE/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646286490360676434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o9hZjnPaTyI/Tlujpc4JAFI/AAAAAAAAA00/A1nB3vxFhxE/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of my favorite people in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7wraIzVtPE/Tlujo6w9uuI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qJf5Ko1nbzo/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646286481203772130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7wraIzVtPE/Tlujo6w9uuI/AAAAAAAAA0s/qJf5Ko1nbzo/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma was done haveing her picture taken. She had no nap and was done but this is one of my favorite pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0IGanEcBiM/TlujoubDZ2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/WSGrk-hbpq0/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646286477890643810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0IGanEcBiM/TlujoubDZ2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/WSGrk-hbpq0/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the reception, Shanon and I had to be there early to make sure that everything was done we had instuctions on how to put candles around cake and lucky we got there when we did because they refused to light the tea lights on the trees that we had already had permission todo so we had to go to all the tables and light them. The cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLQ9kRoyVc4/TlujoT6uj4I/AAAAAAAAA0c/PwPjjxni1a8/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646286470775738242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uLQ9kRoyVc4/TlujoT6uj4I/AAAAAAAAA0c/PwPjjxni1a8/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake topper this was a suprise for Kenny they love to snowmobile, Emma seen and said she wanted her snowmobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AN3f3nyMNH4/TluiYHSl7FI/AAAAAAAAA0U/CIdmhXzonkQ/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646285092996639826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AN3f3nyMNH4/TluiYHSl7FI/AAAAAAAAA0U/CIdmhXzonkQ/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a quick cat nap Emma Grace was finally ready to throw her flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBy5lRx7iec/TluiXvvP0YI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K62TJ7IaDyk/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646285086674375042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MBy5lRx7iec/TluiXvvP0YI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K62TJ7IaDyk/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First dance with dad in the background singing their song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFY4QCbMcLQ/TluiXTS5xJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/QitVeKfYqDg/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646285079039296658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TFY4QCbMcLQ/TluiXTS5xJI/AAAAAAAAA0E/QitVeKfYqDg/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEGdRFcslHQ/TluiXPLoSUI/AAAAAAAAAz8/EuCd0CaEWaQ/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646285077935049026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEGdRFcslHQ/TluiXPLoSUI/AAAAAAAAAz8/EuCd0CaEWaQ/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After cutting the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2-UIttdFhQ/TluiW89HFAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hbt4y0A9T8c/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646285073042314242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2-UIttdFhQ/TluiW89HFAI/AAAAAAAAAz0/hbt4y0A9T8c/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Kenny danceing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-8zjp0A-6Y/TluhHGbHCoI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SVBxDXfy8PM/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646283701194525314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b-8zjp0A-6Y/TluhHGbHCoI/AAAAAAAAAzs/SVBxDXfy8PM/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cath and her grandpa danceing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZFkDXHBNI/TluhGz8n8VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Kprh08kFY-k/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646283696234819922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lcZFkDXHBNI/TluhGz8n8VI/AAAAAAAAAzk/Kprh08kFY-k/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brotherly love Jay danceing with Kenny and Emma during dollar dance Jay was the first person in Kenny's line, but then again all of us danced with both of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlQS-ed8MZ8/TluhGvZP9II/AAAAAAAAAzc/i0-_w505zdI/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646283695012705410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LlQS-ed8MZ8/TluhGvZP9II/AAAAAAAAAzc/i0-_w505zdI/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one in the brown is Jay he was supposed to be our DD until the after party ummm since he was on the dance floor break danceing and dirty danceing with the guy in white which is a family friend and a riot to go out with we knew that wasn't happening. Luckly there were quite a few DD's there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9MFXIWEMb0/TluhGH0i7rI/AAAAAAAAAzU/X36khxxzS_g/s1600/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646283684389777074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9MFXIWEMb0/TluhGH0i7rI/AAAAAAAAAzU/X36khxxzS_g/s320/at%2Bthe%2Bsrimage%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what our DD looked like right after we got back to Kenny and Cath's for the after party he even posed for the picture. 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I have no clue what that spot is you cant see in on it put in this picture you can. I had already taken the other one upstairs to thier room before getting a picture of it. This one here is made out of a wooden box thing I found at goodwill for .10 and I love it and so do thay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuVZgYUyLtc/TkkGJTcFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/R4R4tYssGI8/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641046765164905298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuVZgYUyLtc/TkkGJTcFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/R4R4tYssGI8/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had plans this weekend well Saturday to try and get things done. Well those plans got changed I happened to log in to facebook as my home phone, my cell and my daughters cell ring all at the same time. Three phone calls and a post on facebook all at the same time I am hearing and reading Hell Yea were going racing tonight. Any one that knows our family knows that for years thats what we have been doing is racing. Started with my brothers getting into motocross, they passed that love to their nieces and nefhews. Probley 12 years or so ago my brother Jay decided he wanted to try car racing. Started out at dirt track, although I love dirt racing just somewhere we went all the time when we were younger. I am so glad that we don't have to go eat dirt every weekend anymore. Then a few years of racing on dirt he got talked into by friends to give asphalt a try. He started out in SuperStocks (NASCAR type car) heck he is still reining track champion and last Classic winner in that division. The track decided to get rid of the division of the SuperStocks. What did my brother do did he try to find other tracks to race at as most did, nope did he decided to race a small block super modified like a couple of them did, nope. Jay decided he was going race with the big boys and buy himself a supermodified race car. Well he did find a partner to go in halfs with him. This was the winter of 2006. In 2007 his first year of racing the super he was rookie of the year. 2008 Tenth in points for the year. 2009 5th in points for the year. Last year if he didn't have bad luck he had no luck at all. First race was ok, second race he crashed did a ton of damage couldn't race for a few weeks because just didn't have time to get all damage fixed on car. He rented the track the day before the next race he was going to go to. Something broke he went into the wall, and something caught on fire in the engine. So no more raing while the car was went thru with a fine tooth comb and that engine was sent out to have the same done to it. Next race of the season he raced was the big one Classic weekend where the car was done about an hour before time trials started. We don't call him last minute racin Jason for nothing. Well he only made it 1/2 thru the 200 lap race some one hit him and sent him into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we have not raced at all. He wanted to do other things (read his partner in the car was not interested in racing this season). He has not been able to even go sit and watch the races because it is his life and he knew he wanted to be on the track. So Saturday when I got the phone calls and the post it was great. Time to get things together, which kids are going with me, it ended up being just Miss Makayla that wanted to go. He didn't do too bad either started 22nd out of 24 cars and ended up with a 10th place finish. He kept the car on the track (no crashes no spin outs) looked great out there. And the best part he had fun doing something he loves todo. He was still so excited and happy when we went down to the pits after the race, because he was doing what he loves. Great job Bub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NV-7E9f7QaI/TkkGJFIa-XI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ubD6xmwTeqU/s1600/2011_Oswego_speedway_August_13_-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641046761324345714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NV-7E9f7QaI/TkkGJFIa-XI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ubD6xmwTeqU/s320/2011_Oswego_speedway_August_13_-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-4951992723327516517?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/4951992723327516517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=4951992723327516517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4951992723327516517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4951992723327516517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-of-girls-nail-polish-holders-and.html' title='One of the girls nail polish holders  and why I couldn&apos;t get anything done this weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cuVZgYUyLtc/TkkGJTcFQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/R4R4tYssGI8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8597845392178866290</id><published>2011-08-11T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T07:59:50.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picute I found online the other day and starting of making nailpolish holder for girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I live in the town where the first chocolate factory in the United States was the home of. It started out as Peters Chocolate(I do believe) which of course then became Nestle's It was here for over 100 years with part of the building being the orginal first chocolate company here in the US. When they closed their doors to move the factory to Mexico (cheap labor), my father was 1 month shy of working there 36 years. I miss the plant especially when the weatherman says its going to rain. Because we knew if it was going to rain or not by just walking out our front door. If you could smell that sweet smell of chocolate thru out town you knew they were right. If you didn't you knew they were wrong. I miss the endless supply of chocolate my dad would bring home for the kids especially the Wonka bars with pop rocks you can't find them anywhere around here. I miss paying practically nothing for products made by them because of the discount prices they got in the factory store. When Makayla was a baby my dad was getting me the cans of powdered good start formula for .75 cents a can compared to what are they $15 or $16 in the stores if not more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was directed to a site that someone has with pictures of our town from years ago, wouldn't you know there were pictures of Nestle's from the beginning to the end. I started looking thru the pictures and this was the third picture I found was this. The gentleman on the top is my grandpa and right under him is my grandma. When I seen this I just started to cry I miss them so much. Kenny looked at this picture and said my great grandpa with hair that isn't grey. He started making me laugh then I asked both him and Makayla if they knew the person right below him and they both told me no who is it. I knew that Makayla wouldn't remeber but I thought Kenny would but they were only one and two when my grandma passed. I then shared this picture on Facebook to my brother, and cousins. One cousin (whos birthday was the other day) Best birthday present ever I click on a link and get to see my grandparents again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uR4BHwDiMvQ/TkPoKtMyVmI/AAAAAAAAAy0/xnRhqvuUzQg/s1600/Nestles%252520%25252003_54_228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639606429027554914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uR4BHwDiMvQ/TkPoKtMyVmI/AAAAAAAAAy0/xnRhqvuUzQg/s320/Nestles%252520%25252003_54_228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next is what I am making the gilrs nailpolish holders out off I seen this on a couple of blogs. All the bottles were with it but this is what stayed on in the bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWLLLhaQjRQ/TkPmit9tH6I/AAAAAAAAAys/opQsrINOoVo/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639604642526338978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWLLLhaQjRQ/TkPmit9tH6I/AAAAAAAAAys/opQsrINOoVo/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be another other but have a little work todo with this one but I have a plan for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wSSaUhuqn0/TkPmifNF-BI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lXpeOIQFyG8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639604638564349970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8wSSaUhuqn0/TkPmifNF-BI/AAAAAAAAAyk/lXpeOIQFyG8/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That little eagle cut me while I was taking it off. I couldn't get the burlap looking backing off either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8h-zLPEJqw/TkPmh-bXe1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/5S-6aDrO9t4/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639604629765847890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8h-zLPEJqw/TkPmh-bXe1I/AAAAAAAAAyc/5S-6aDrO9t4/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it went outside and got a coat of primer after I cleaned and roughed it up a little they both got a coat of primer next is to start painting them the way I want them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTHiiNCYA8g/TkPmhlxcgII/AAAAAAAAAyU/SAbfWTBU_jg/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639604623147565186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NTHiiNCYA8g/TkPmhlxcgII/AAAAAAAAAyU/SAbfWTBU_jg/s320/004.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8597845392178866290?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8597845392178866290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8597845392178866290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8597845392178866290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8597845392178866290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/08/picute-i-found-online-other-day-and.html' title='Picute I found online the other day and starting of making nailpolish holder for girls'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uR4BHwDiMvQ/TkPoKtMyVmI/AAAAAAAAAy0/xnRhqvuUzQg/s72-c/Nestles%252520%25252003_54_228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7028341704447895663</id><published>2011-08-10T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T06:56:17.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chair redo part three and a wreath my  niece started for me</title><content type='html'>First off let me tell you I never know what pictures are going to end up being uploaded to my computer when I do them. This morning it was about 20 pictures of Little Miss and these two of her rat(hamster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqo1rZVHhA4/TkKMWOVz-uI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-cEPEW9AwDE/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639223996855876322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqo1rZVHhA4/TkKMWOVz-uI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-cEPEW9AwDE/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRCegV0hQsg/TkKMVkFqFsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Vj8EI-Fx_wg/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639223985513830082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BRCegV0hQsg/TkKMVkFqFsI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Vj8EI-Fx_wg/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so excited no more furniture tacks to pull out of my chair. There are a few small nails that still have to come out but my hand was hurting so I had to stop. I planned on leaving the burlap that was their on but that also smelled so that came off too. Today's plan is getting it sanded down and maybe primed. I am hopeing that Little Miss will start sanding it for me when she decides to roll out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mpLLDi08xU/TkKMVZTadrI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bTLisSpCR_M/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639223982618736306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4mpLLDi08xU/TkKMVZTadrI/AAAAAAAAAx8/bTLisSpCR_M/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea pictured with my kids pool that they can no longer use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnr930vRipE/TkKMVLnGCzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kVce5YCOEpQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639223978943187762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnr930vRipE/TkKMVLnGCzI/AAAAAAAAAx0/kVce5YCOEpQ/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had my niece yesturday and Kenny and Kayla were both still sleeping she started working on this wreath for me for Football/Cheer season. Ran out of green felt so this is as far as it got done. Ran to Walmart this morning and no green felt so have to find some somewhere. I can't wait til its done. She also said you know our school colors are Christmas colors also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmGvfeo_ELE/TkKMUuGiU3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Jcde1oR-3CE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639223971022001010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DmGvfeo_ELE/TkKMUuGiU3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/Jcde1oR-3CE/s320/001.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-7028341704447895663?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7028341704447895663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7028341704447895663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7028341704447895663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7028341704447895663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/08/chair-redo-part-three-and-wreath-my.html' title='Chair redo part three and a wreath my  niece started for me'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqo1rZVHhA4/TkKMWOVz-uI/AAAAAAAAAyM/-cEPEW9AwDE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1328046729482593176</id><published>2011-08-09T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T04:29:24.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official our summer is over</title><content type='html'>Yes its only the second week in August, kids don't go back to school until Sept. 7th but it is official summer in this house is over. Not that really have one since during summer my little miss plays softball so we spend the summer on a softball field. I don't know how but I learned more about softball this past summer than I have in the six years she has been playing. Maybe because it was the majors, there was no longer a coach pitching to the girls, they were allowed to steal bases, coaches weren't on the field with them. Maybe because there was another team that had all been together as long as the girls team so they actually had another team that they had to actually had to use their skills to beat. We still have one more week of ball until championship game and Kayla's and one other team are tied for first place. A couple of weeks ago they had a double header with the same team and they lost one and won one. Championship game could go either way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the real sports, not that softball isn't real but I just like the fall sports the two kids play better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny has to play Jr. High football this year (which this mom is not happy about). Kenny didn't want to have to play Jr. High either but is just happy that he is able to play. Alot of school districts have cut sports funding all together. Our school district went thru this years ago, our school sports are only funded by the school district 1/4 of the way the rest is funded by the Sports Booster Club that was started 22 years ago when sports were cut to 1/4th school funding. And they have kept all sports programs for Jr and Sr high levels going. In the next town over right now they are trying to find funding for Jr high sports they have it for this year but next year it will be on the table again. They have no youth sports programs at all they use our towns youth sports progams. After having kids that have played sports with these other kids for so many years. Lots of lifetime friendships have been made and the kids have come to count on each other. It is going to be hard to watch as they go thru you can play, wait nope we decided you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Makayla on the other hand will have three more years in Pop Warner cheerleading. Although how I wish she would give football a try she won't we have had coaches approch her about playing football nope not my girly girl. I think that she would be a great football player, she excels at softball, did great at lacrosse, why not football. Oh well although I am not a "Cheer Mom" its her choice todo what she pleases. Three more years of Pop Warner is what she chooses. Jr. high does not have cheerleaders at all so we have to stay were we can, to make the high school squad, which she is now telling me when shes done in Pop Warner she is done cheering. Oh no your not I won't let it be the end. No if she wants to then thats fine but I know she will change her mind by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year once again they have a huge squad at least 25 girls again. At least 15 of these girls have been together since they started Pop Warner add a couple that have been higher then them but not at highschool level yet then add in a couple of new ones yearly, and you got the hardest working girls out there. Practice started last week, two days because the third day we got a huge downpour of rain and even though they practice in the rain thier coaches know they aren't getting anything out of these girls in a down pour. They can not stunt for the first 10 hours of practice, yea tell these girls that. It is the first thing that they want to do work on their stunting. Last week was all about can we remember our sideline cheers. Oh and we are going to teach the new girls and the ones that weren't at our unofficial cheer meetings our "Were on our way to states cheer" The girls decided that they need their own cheer for the boys after each win, so they made one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was ok girls we got all the basics that we needed to down lets work on compition cheer. The coaches told them that they were going to show them the basics of the cheer once and they better hit it the first time then they will adjust from there. And they did get it the first time. WOW is all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7pqbju1Ric/TkERjmWzq0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/3A9HmxKZ0SE/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638807511733873474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7pqbju1Ric/TkERjmWzq0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/3A9HmxKZ0SE/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rwP_Ji3Hz0/TkERjfV93qI/AAAAAAAAAxc/W8ggdSQst8M/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638807509851299490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9rwP_Ji3Hz0/TkERjfV93qI/AAAAAAAAAxc/W8ggdSQst8M/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNZ5l-R8NTE/TkERi4-vKOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/P50v40QLms0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638807499553319138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bNZ5l-R8NTE/TkERi4-vKOI/AAAAAAAAAxU/P50v40QLms0/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix37ZWs17jw/TkERioYweEI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Lj0sn2a14Mc/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638807495099054146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ix37ZWs17jw/TkERioYweEI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Lj0sn2a14Mc/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcRbpu9Nmc4/TkERiWJmVxI/AAAAAAAAAxE/XM7VPCFvLK4/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638807490203637522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcRbpu9Nmc4/TkERiWJmVxI/AAAAAAAAAxE/XM7VPCFvLK4/s320/001.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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-1328046729482593176?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1328046729482593176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1328046729482593176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1328046729482593176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1328046729482593176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-official-our-summer-is-over.html' title='It&apos;s official our summer is over'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z7pqbju1Ric/TkERjmWzq0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/3A9HmxKZ0SE/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2183453706307973665</id><published>2011-08-04T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T06:21:18.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chair redo part two</title><content type='html'>Right now I am thinking that I may have taken on more than I can handle with this chair. These little furniture tacks are killing my hand, I have a couple of regular blisters and a blood blister from them well trying to remove them anyways and the palm of my hand is bruised. Good news is theres only about 100 to 150 more to remove and I have already removed 100's of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2kWU4I_Zz8/TjqbRWjJO_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/bwkBlaxP6rc/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636988606020664306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2kWU4I_Zz8/TjqbRWjJO_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/bwkBlaxP6rc/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bottom of the chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pthmf0WbveU/TjqbRLmxYrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/G4g2trIkrj4/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636988603083088562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pthmf0WbveU/TjqbRLmxYrI/AAAAAAAAAw0/G4g2trIkrj4/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I can unscrew this front between the legs to get the fabric out of it. After taking off found it was just decrotive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K25FKQa7lJs/TjqbQn4_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAws/nzNpCrF_ZK0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636988593495828418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K25FKQa7lJs/TjqbQn4_Z8I/AAAAAAAAAws/nzNpCrF_ZK0/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side of chair that is almost stipped down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsmBOvziMaQ/TjqbQYONGfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/r3mjdkzGI0E/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636988589289839090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZsmBOvziMaQ/TjqbQYONGfI/AAAAAAAAAwk/r3mjdkzGI0E/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Front of chair just about done except the fabric is conected to the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXb2RhRjIUY/TjqbQIy_H7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/wsp5E4vE2Vs/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636988585149145010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nXb2RhRjIUY/TjqbQIy_H7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/wsp5E4vE2Vs/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am hopeing to have this completely stripped today and maybe just maybe sanded today also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-2183453706307973665?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2183453706307973665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2183453706307973665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2183453706307973665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2183453706307973665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/08/chair-redo-part-two.html' title='chair redo part two'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o2kWU4I_Zz8/TjqbRWjJO_I/AAAAAAAAAw8/bwkBlaxP6rc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-5146817355489561322</id><published>2011-08-02T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T06:12:52.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The chair redo part one</title><content type='html'>I just spent 10 mins takeing the shrink wrap that was on my chair off and it is in a little rougher shape than I thought when I bought it. I was hopeing to save the padding but now I know that it won't happen because it reaks something awful. No big deal. This chair will go in my girls room once it gets its make over. Today between cleaning I am going to try and take the covering off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHxWnDe4g38/Tjf2vittPKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/AyQo9Zaw2Ys/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636244755310263458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHxWnDe4g38/Tjf2vittPKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/AyQo9Zaw2Ys/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovjWr67qmtY/Tjf2vaqbyuI/AAAAAAAAAwM/THoaSIY3jXk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636244753149053666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovjWr67qmtY/Tjf2vaqbyuI/AAAAAAAAAwM/THoaSIY3jXk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYggWT6D8ZY/Tjf2vKmKRII/AAAAAAAAAwE/Rb5l7mz0du8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636244748836160642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rYggWT6D8ZY/Tjf2vKmKRII/AAAAAAAAAwE/Rb5l7mz0du8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-5146817355489561322?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/5146817355489561322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=5146817355489561322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5146817355489561322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5146817355489561322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/08/chair-redo-part-one.html' title='The chair redo part one'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHxWnDe4g38/Tjf2vittPKI/AAAAAAAAAwU/AyQo9Zaw2Ys/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8031876588372080865</id><published>2011-07-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T05:53:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>70yr old hope chest, toybox now shoe storage and bench</title><content type='html'>My grandfather thought this was made by my great grandfather along with a cradle, crib and armiore for my aunt 70 yrs ago. I had wanted the armiore also the only other piece that was still around but one of my uncles shot it away before I could get it. There are no markings or stamps on this so I am pretty sure he was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my aunts (my fathers only sister) hope chest the top is long gone. I never remember the top being on it. There are holes in the back where a top once was. This was also a place were it held all my aunts old shoes and purses and jewelry when me and my cousins were younger, the armiore held all her dresses that we used to play dress up with. Makayla still has some of the stuff she is saving it all her life she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later it became a toy box for my kids toys that were at my grandparents house. Just about 9 years ago after my grandma passed my grandfather told me to bring it home he had something else to put the kids toys in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to my house it held Kenny's massive collection of GI Joes until a couple of years ago when he gave them up except for a couple to his little cousin. Then it was in the girls closet holding shoes, purses, bags, and what ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has become something else&lt;br /&gt;Here it is the box I don't want to get rid of but tired of it doing hiding things on these girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nQLZWtnl7o/TjAF8YfxE8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/XKJbET1H4Xk/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634009668766471106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nQLZWtnl7o/TjAF8YfxE8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/XKJbET1H4Xk/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The area where shoes are kept at the bottom of the stairs someone is going to kill themselves coming down the stairs. Most likely me in the wee hours of the morning Funny thing is it looks much better than it normally does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyFuJP66aVU/TjAF7959EUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lc4v7lGIlnA/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634009661628551490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyFuJP66aVU/TjAF7959EUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lc4v7lGIlnA/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little table thing has been here since we moved in and I hate it. When this picture was taken it wasn't cluttered like it normally is only a couple of things that shouldn't be on it is. This is where everything gets put that is supposed to go upstairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag9pM2fvERc/TjAF7qPKyyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5kzb7hTMsKE/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634009656348822306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag9pM2fvERc/TjAF7qPKyyI/AAAAAAAAAvs/5kzb7hTMsKE/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spraypainted the chest black took the legs off it, I tried to save them to put on the top but I broke them all so that didn't work. I put casters on the bottom made a cushion to stick on top and made and added pillows and now I love it because shoes are in the bottom. Kenny especially loves this because he has a place to sit to put his shoes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WqHHR-GtW8/TjAF7T4mFbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CboJKWyW6os/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634009650348561842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--WqHHR-GtW8/TjAF7T4mFbI/AAAAAAAAAvk/CboJKWyW6os/s320/025.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;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/25187597436841200-8031876588372080865?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8031876588372080865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8031876588372080865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8031876588372080865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8031876588372080865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/07/70yr-old-hope-chest-toybox-now-shoe.html' title='70yr old hope chest, toybox now shoe storage and bench'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nQLZWtnl7o/TjAF8YfxE8I/AAAAAAAAAv8/XKJbET1H4Xk/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8273617510631490988</id><published>2011-07-26T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T05:26:20.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed challenge for me</title><content type='html'>Right now I have so many things that I have started and not finished I really need to get them done. A lot of them are sitting on my kitchen table that I have been trying to reclaim to use as a table for about a month now so I think that is where I am starting. I have something going on for the bottom of my stairs that is just about done but not done yet so I need to finish that up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am challenging myself to get these many things I have started and not finished done by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have today off of work and have alot of house work todo but first I have to get this other stuff done too. So off I go to get some of these things done and clean while doing so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8273617510631490988?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8273617510631490988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8273617510631490988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8273617510631490988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8273617510631490988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/07/much-needed-challenge-for-me.html' title='A much needed challenge for me'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-4215806930445821972</id><published>2011-07-21T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T04:17:44.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts from worn out me</title><content type='html'>What have I been doing is working and working and working. I finally have a day off today. Six days straight of up at 3 am to be to work. With my dad having to go in for emerency surgery last Week I ended up working Saturday so I wouldn't loose any hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here at 6 something in the morning trying to figure out what we are going todo today when temps are going to be 100 and heat index much higher, am I going to take the kids to my brothers house to spend the day in the pool or am I going to take them down to camp to swim in the pond where it will be about 10 degrees cooler, or are we just going to stay in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost time to wake David up for summer school. Yes my son that had an overall average of 98.5 all of this past year is in summer school. He hates it but with the ADD/ODD, slight mental retardation and the autism it keeps him on a schedule and unlike regular summer school it is fun they are always doing something like cooking, which one day they go buy their supplies for the cooking, they go swimming once or twice a week, go to the movies, the zoo, learn to take the centro bus (although this is not something he needs to learn he can not wait to get his license in a couple of years so he can really drive on the roads and not just down at camp) Oh and another thing that he doesn't need they teach him is life skills, he does have a mom for that and he knows them all. This kid makes me so proud that we have worked for the past 12 years of finding out all his problems to today where he is and how wonderful and smart he has become, except for the normal teenage stuff he is an awsome kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as I sit here waiting for Miss Makayla's softball uniform to finish washing and drying for her 9 am game today, I think of just a couple of months ago when my princess was the biggest brat in the world. Every year is still a different stage with her and I'm loving 12 shes quiet and not so many break downs 11 was terrible. This kid amazes me. She is my shy little one that has had a rough few months, although she often talks about her Mr. Richardson and visits his wife everytime we go to my mom's house she is takeing his death a little better. After his accident she lost a best friend, some one that thought the world of her and her him. Now with round 2 of softball going on I love watching her do something that she loves todo and starting next week will be the second thing that she loves todo CHEER. UGGGHHH there goes my life with practices 5 nights a week and games everyweek. But I would never change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny oh Kenny what can I say about my nut case son. He too has gone thru a lot this year. With the death of Mr Richardson whom he was also very close too. Also being a new teen this year but a very mature one. He has a lot on his plate one of his best friends is and has been battleing cancer for the past few years, Kenny has proven over and over again he is a friend that will not let his friend give up. He has yelled at him, cried with him, cheered with him and just been there for him in his worst times. All with being a kid with his other friends also, working out 5 days a week to stay in shape so when his true love FOOTBALL comes around next week he won't be out of shape and hurt. Once again UGGGHHH there goes my life wih practices 5 nights a week and games everyweek. Once again I would never change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maranda oh wow what can I say about my sweet, to intellgant for her own good daughter. She is now studying hard to get her permit. Working hard in some classes in school others just bore her to death because she knows it all. She has made a decission that she is going to NYC for college in two years. My baby wants to go to downtown Manhatten for college. I am scared to death for her todo this but it is the best fornisic biology college there is. Well actually only one of the two in the US that focuses on the Biology part of it more than the criminal justice part of it. The other is Arizona State but for some reason she doesn't want to go there. We have family in New Mexico she would be closer too but nope has her heart set on NYC. I think alot of it has todo with her love of NYC. But now we need to teach her some street smarts because those she does not have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-4215806930445821972?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/4215806930445821972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=4215806930445821972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4215806930445821972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4215806930445821972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-thoughts-from-worn-out-me.html' title='Just thoughts from worn out me'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-223354877330866374</id><published>2011-07-16T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T06:23:00.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabinet and Chair</title><content type='html'>First I have to say Happy 3rd birthday to the prettiest little princess I know my niece Emma Oh how I love this little girl probley even more than I love her daddy (whom is the brother that I have always been closest too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGabG-Fg87k/TiGPQ1I3DZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/n68suhkReho/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629938528494751122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGabG-Fg87k/TiGPQ1I3DZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/n68suhkReho/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qyZjmWtjFI/TiGPQZo0X7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/a2JHjaWIwxA/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629938521112600498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7qyZjmWtjFI/TiGPQZo0X7I/AAAAAAAAAvM/a2JHjaWIwxA/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My chair I bought for 10.00 at a garage sale really needs to be redone I dont want to take the wrap off until I am ready to tackle this project, The chair I think will be used in the girls room would be perfect with an old vanity of my great grandmothers if I could get my mom to give it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVI1de5_7ak/TiGPPzNlSwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/N8I03mTP7k4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629938510797818626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cVI1de5_7ak/TiGPPzNlSwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/N8I03mTP7k4/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The pine corner cabinet I bought for 15.00 at the same sale is now in the process of being sanded down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfHMKFT5df8/TiGPPiu6DKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/wyU9GhocfZ0/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629938506374188194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfHMKFT5df8/TiGPPiu6DKI/AAAAAAAAAu8/wyU9GhocfZ0/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Y5LpHk7dCc/TiGPPU6XzsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/hoh7b7iPJf8/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629938502664179394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Y5LpHk7dCc/TiGPPU6XzsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/hoh7b7iPJf8/s320/007.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;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/25187597436841200-223354877330866374?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/223354877330866374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=223354877330866374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/223354877330866374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/223354877330866374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/07/cabinet-and-chair.html' title='Cabinet and Chair'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tGabG-Fg87k/TiGPQ1I3DZI/AAAAAAAAAvU/n68suhkReho/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3281033171747570493</id><published>2011-07-06T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:38:17.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting doll clothes for my niece and I think I have an idea</title><content type='html'>Here is the first almost finished dress for my Miss Emma's clotheing for her cabbage patch doll I just need to find my velcro that I know is somewhere on the not seen kitchen table which is full of started crafts that need to be finished today. Hopeing to get them finished to reclaim the kitchen table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ0nBdLL710/ThSb4R-quII/AAAAAAAAAus/Y0xqINJuz_0/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626293225693821058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ0nBdLL710/ThSb4R-quII/AAAAAAAAAus/Y0xqINJuz_0/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend my nefhew Caleb gave a request his friend has a car play mat that has houses and buildings that you can drive your cars into. The buildings stick to the mat with this white stuff (hmm Caleb its called Velcro) Aunt Kimmy do you think that you can make me one of those. Yes Caleb anything you ask of me I can try to make for you. He does have a birthday coming up at the end of August. I am thinking of useing these boxes as the base of the houses with some felt, oh I am sure some more boxes too will be used so that he has a varity of houses and buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hH4EyX_0NzM/ThSb4ICx9TI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HYVkFC5yIYU/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626293223026718002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hH4EyX_0NzM/ThSb4ICx9TI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HYVkFC5yIYU/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3281033171747570493?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3281033171747570493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3281033171747570493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3281033171747570493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3281033171747570493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/07/starting-doll-clothes-for-my-niece-and.html' title='Starting doll clothes for my niece and I think I have an idea'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wQ0nBdLL710/ThSb4R-quII/AAAAAAAAAus/Y0xqINJuz_0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-6747570298718194852</id><published>2011-07-05T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T06:37:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just radom photos from our 4th of July day at camp on Sunday</title><content type='html'>Makayla, Kali and their friend Tasha figuring out different ways to jump into the pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWLgiASt3W8/ThMOEBuluRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/2aa5lfMYoec/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625855821861992722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VWLgiASt3W8/ThMOEBuluRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/2aa5lfMYoec/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls wanted a picture of them jumping into the pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xGfqgBlIAQ/ThMOCb4rCMI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_KWyXHeO00E/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625855794523867330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xGfqgBlIAQ/ThMOCb4rCMI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_KWyXHeO00E/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the first time getting them jumping didn't work out so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwpHjBawwko/ThMOA5_emSI/AAAAAAAAAt4/mvilMhdL3ZM/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625855768245737762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wwpHjBawwko/ThMOA5_emSI/AAAAAAAAAt4/mvilMhdL3ZM/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ole dad we thank him all the time for remembering that his kids and grandkids needed the private camp to have fun everyyear. He bought this property 25 years ago because this is where he always went and wanted the same thing for his kids and grandkids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCM5mGohL08/ThMOAT23LtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0LN3nDrd2Po/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625855758009052882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YCM5mGohL08/ThMOAT23LtI/AAAAAAAAAtw/0LN3nDrd2Po/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kali and Tasha making sure that the huge water snake that has been seen lately is not around so they can swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-804u6YiL5i0/ThMN_1ojxlI/AAAAAAAAAto/vbGazQSZr-A/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625855749895997010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-804u6YiL5i0/ThMN_1ojxlI/AAAAAAAAAto/vbGazQSZr-A/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nefhew Caleb(in Life jacket) getting ready to ride in the peddle boat which is the favorite thing todo in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0P46I_MFM18/ThMMq3rydKI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8uwxi595PKE/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625854290157532322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0P46I_MFM18/ThMMq3rydKI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8uwxi595PKE/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom in the green and my SIL's mom Cathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMtnmh2Hgps/ThMMqOO6CtI/AAAAAAAAAtY/evihSh1okOE/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625854279030541010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rMtnmh2Hgps/ThMMqOO6CtI/AAAAAAAAAtY/evihSh1okOE/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Emma with her mom Cathrine , Nanny Kathy and her big papa (great grandfather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXzCrYL-iHo/ThMMpsXLkLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/l9HZYlXPQt8/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625854269938438322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hXzCrYL-iHo/ThMMpsXLkLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/l9HZYlXPQt8/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss Emma playing with Randa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWYQ8A3N2t8/ThMMpPPhgzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/323CEtjr8lw/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625854262121694002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWYQ8A3N2t8/ThMMpPPhgzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/323CEtjr8lw/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 of my favorite people Miss Emma and her daddy my brother Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kVpSsFGNMo/ThMMo9lshwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Pk0q8-2qwuc/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625854257382852354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kVpSsFGNMo/ThMMo9lshwI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Pk0q8-2qwuc/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Good ole Dad again with SIL's stepdad Pete they were getting ready to see what the kids did to the golf cart they blew a belt on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8N77ppkHfHg/ThMLeNcyGEI/AAAAAAAAAs4/NvgrFZGDVHw/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625852973150246978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8N77ppkHfHg/ThMLeNcyGEI/AAAAAAAAAs4/NvgrFZGDVHw/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My SIL Shanon she wasn't going to get her feet dirty for nothing and that bald guy in the back is my Uncle Bill our favorite uncle he makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIyRNzzBhlA/ThMLdDEp4YI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_6vyjcURXNc/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625852953184821634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIyRNzzBhlA/ThMLdDEp4YI/AAAAAAAAAsw/_6vyjcURXNc/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another of my Miss Emma stealing a chair that was just her size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1rHcD4M9z8/ThMLcTbLvjI/AAAAAAAAAso/5RnbJfdGmw8/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625852940394413618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1rHcD4M9z8/ThMLcTbLvjI/AAAAAAAAAso/5RnbJfdGmw8/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caleb playing with Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FNX08uFA8s/ThMLb2dSEqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/M6EKaTxxxNw/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625852932618588834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2FNX08uFA8s/ThMLb2dSEqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/M6EKaTxxxNw/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Emma takeing break after hitting my Kenny in the face with the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ffUb9AT7Fg/ThMLbuHU0QI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mSwbpJSdYko/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625852930379010306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ffUb9AT7Fg/ThMLbuHU0QI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mSwbpJSdYko/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny and Miss Emma playing ball I love that my teenager can still play with his two year old cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-el-71EAGekQ/ThMKEFAyrLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/vVSav5r9ysE/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625851424697134258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-el-71EAGekQ/ThMKEFAyrLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/vVSav5r9ysE/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mommy again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ3wqbigwaw/ThMKDjddeRI/AAAAAAAAAsI/M7hrTbqP26c/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625851415690574098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GJ3wqbigwaw/ThMKDjddeRI/AAAAAAAAAsI/M7hrTbqP26c/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randa how she now enjoys camp no more catching frogs and swimming in the pond for her She is 16 and has spent the past 16 summer at camp she loves it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34fv3I-12_E/ThMKDVKcLBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/woxhqNOQNqQ/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625851411852700690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34fv3I-12_E/ThMKDVKcLBI/AAAAAAAAAsA/woxhqNOQNqQ/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids chillin on the peddle boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VmxGxytEsI/ThMKC5qWArI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9P_pVwpdRlE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625851404470321842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VmxGxytEsI/ThMKC5qWArI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9P_pVwpdRlE/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess the kids wante a picture of the other side of part of the pond also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiUpk0_6kQk/ThMKCW_VIfI/AAAAAAAAArw/8FcPSO4ykW8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625851395163103730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiUpk0_6kQk/ThMKCW_VIfI/AAAAAAAAArw/8FcPSO4ykW8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More chillin on the peddle boat it is really neat to watch the fish from the peddle boat this was taken at the other end of camp where the pond gets bigger and deeper only way they are allowed on this side is the peddle boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJm3Fs9EeHU/ThMJFM7QlNI/AAAAAAAAAro/LplOgS0aE64/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625850344489653458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJm3Fs9EeHU/ThMJFM7QlNI/AAAAAAAAAro/LplOgS0aE64/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makayla sitting on the jumping rocks Grandpa made for the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaprhuCSczg/ThMJEGtfhQI/AAAAAAAAArg/O1rwIxxAxZo/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625850325641430274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SaprhuCSczg/ThMJEGtfhQI/AAAAAAAAArg/O1rwIxxAxZo/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No one will admitt to taking a picture of me because I would have kicked their butt I hate my picture taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ynx16-EvY/ThMJDaq3O7I/AAAAAAAAArY/u9UPmMOBpaU/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625850313819241394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4ynx16-EvY/ThMJDaq3O7I/AAAAAAAAArY/u9UPmMOBpaU/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Same three kids on peddle boat again I think they hogged it all day, nope they all shared equally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NF9ql9dY738/ThMJCwxq-SI/AAAAAAAAArQ/LC43O6M8MX4/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625850302573508898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NF9ql9dY738/ThMJCwxq-SI/AAAAAAAAArQ/LC43O6M8MX4/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--K1ehXh6zkY/ThMJCYKLx_I/AAAAAAAAArI/OAlOUwEeaPc/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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It is now done That door there I knew I hadn't started painting but when I went up to finish up the closet it was somehow half way painted the princess started painting it. I have decided that I am going to take everything out of the attic tomorrow and use the whole closet for the girls. Tomorrow once the rest of the paint is dry I will shampoo the carpet in the closet and get to work on filling it and organizing it&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0gpQ0_1Qps/Tgz5Q8PGJoI/AAAAAAAAApg/EuGwT3u-V-8/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624144104121575042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0gpQ0_1Qps/Tgz5Q8PGJoI/AAAAAAAAApg/EuGwT3u-V-8/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate white, especially when textured ceiling paint is used which was in all the closets in this house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdXRyUzGGNM/Tgz5QQBwHHI/AAAAAAAAApY/RwTdYrhmpOQ/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624144092254444658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdXRyUzGGNM/Tgz5QQBwHHI/AAAAAAAAApY/RwTdYrhmpOQ/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-YEbOebQyM/Tgz5P5tjZOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Okm_qweXOxw/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624144086264145122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-YEbOebQyM/Tgz5P5tjZOI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Okm_qweXOxw/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Attic door and other end of the closet not much makes it to this end of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uaWr9DoWM3c/Tgz4YC7dzEI/AAAAAAAAApI/BMbpoCCkNxU/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624143126665743426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uaWr9DoWM3c/Tgz4YC7dzEI/AAAAAAAAApI/BMbpoCCkNxU/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very few clothes make it off one of the beds to the closet where they belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDv2d6v19E4/Tgz4XhMaFLI/AAAAAAAAApA/yWgvdQi94tw/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624143117609997490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fDv2d6v19E4/Tgz4XhMaFLI/AAAAAAAAApA/yWgvdQi94tw/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; nice place for books not shelve goes the whole length of the closet will now have a use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BN1Ea1WlIWw/Tgz4Xd1WIcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/enP56u9JSKM/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624143116707963330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BN1Ea1WlIWw/Tgz4Xd1WIcI/AAAAAAAAAo4/enP56u9JSKM/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bottom of the closet hey part of my christmas tree is in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAaTbSyQj64/Tgz4W-y1UCI/AAAAAAAAAow/9DIwyPgT25U/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624143108375924770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oAaTbSyQj64/Tgz4W-y1UCI/AAAAAAAAAow/9DIwyPgT25U/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I thought clothes were supposed be hanging in the closet not on the floor, and where the heck are all your clothes girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXKZx0AQJSM/Tgz4Wvj9TLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5JlhGxUFjek/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624143104287001778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXKZx0AQJSM/Tgz4Wvj9TLI/AAAAAAAAAoo/5JlhGxUFjek/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/25187597436841200-8345714380639507505?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8345714380639507505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8345714380639507505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8345714380639507505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8345714380639507505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/more-pictures-of-girls-room-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u0gpQ0_1Qps/Tgz5Q8PGJoI/AAAAAAAAApg/EuGwT3u-V-8/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8018003705889170534</id><published>2011-06-29T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:48:47.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls room is getting dug out today</title><content type='html'>Another sweater stocking I got done last night. This was actually one of the couple of sweaters that Makayla has worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8nr8zKhNf8/Tgs4G6I0B7I/AAAAAAAAAog/HXUw6mVj994/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623650251038787506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8nr8zKhNf8/Tgs4G6I0B7I/AAAAAAAAAog/HXUw6mVj994/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Randa's poppet eyes that I am trying to get the right color green for her and they have blue specks in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GPwKXJmcNk/Tgs4GRfzGzI/AAAAAAAAAoY/C5fKuBybhUY/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623650240129342258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3GPwKXJmcNk/Tgs4GRfzGzI/AAAAAAAAAoY/C5fKuBybhUY/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok on to todays dig out of the day and yes I mean dig out. I think I may have to go buy somemore garbage bags for this one. And I haven't even opened their closet doors which I am sure are stuffed to the max also. The girls room, I will say that the girls rarely sleep in here so it is basically a catch all for everything. Not no more I am so sick of my 12 year old princess sleeping with me every night and has for the past 5 years. She slept in her room one night since we have lived here and thats it. I have tried everything to get her out of my room. With Kenny I got sick of him sleeping with me I told him if he didn't start sleeping in his own room I was going to tell all his friends he slept with his mommy still heck that worked not for the princess she don't care if her friends know or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm don't know why you have that book case if the books only make it to the dresser top Oh Randa I don't think that I have read that Stephen King yet are you done with it so mommy can read it. I just noticed books on your tv too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-475JGonRP3E/Tgs2172RurI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/V8iYiKtkkWA/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623648859928509106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-475JGonRP3E/Tgs2172RurI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/V8iYiKtkkWA/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mirrors for one of my dressers and the girls new dresser that was bought a year ago in January plus what is left of Marandas doliphin collection wonder where thats going behind the mirror the girls do have a vanity I can only imagine where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJj-vMMDVXY/Tgs21fl9asI/AAAAAAAAAoI/teKag6k2CSs/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623648852343876290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OJj-vMMDVXY/Tgs21fl9asI/AAAAAAAAAoI/teKag6k2CSs/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maranda's bed must have broke again and her sheets must have disappeared I haven't seen them in the laundry. Then the stand inbetween their beds oh yea there is Makayla's bed somewhere under all that crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpEXGEVc-9U/Tgs21PqUQSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kdID2wOX73A/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623648848067182882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpEXGEVc-9U/Tgs21PqUQSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kdID2wOX73A/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea I think Makayla has a bed somewhere. Hey is that the yellow material I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6-_L2dYbV8/Tgs20BLQiLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/qSBXZlPEA60/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623648826998950066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n6-_L2dYbV8/Tgs20BLQiLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/qSBXZlPEA60/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just opening the door to the girls room yea not something I do quite often oh how they are going to love me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRRBSO7y2Qw/Tgs2zltq7gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/AIFvIVUb6lg/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623648819627093506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IRRBSO7y2Qw/Tgs2zltq7gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/AIFvIVUb6lg/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/25187597436841200-8018003705889170534?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8018003705889170534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8018003705889170534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8018003705889170534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8018003705889170534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/girls-room-is-getting-dug-out-today_29.html' title='Girls room is getting dug out today'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K8nr8zKhNf8/Tgs4G6I0B7I/AAAAAAAAAog/HXUw6mVj994/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7492815607727971442</id><published>2011-06-28T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T06:15:48.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This past weekends stuff</title><content type='html'>Just getting this past weekends projects up this is what the girls are working on. Makayla, my niece Kali and Makayla's best friend Jade are all making thier own poppets this is going to take a while for them to finish. I am making Maranda's animae one for her then she has about 3 more she wants made for herself and a few of her friends want them also so I know what I am doing all summer long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p9uXlpqI4o/TgnTMExUQWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/beSq1QcR4Pg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623257814141256034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p9uXlpqI4o/TgnTMExUQWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/beSq1QcR4Pg/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The two sweater stockings that I tried out I will be making more of these just need to find sweaters since no one in this house wears them at all I don't know why I had these two that I had, we are a hoodie family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQyXXrmTeAI/TgnTLzR-MSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Mzd9q6qOnfs/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623257809446383906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQyXXrmTeAI/TgnTLzR-MSI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Mzd9q6qOnfs/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New school note book completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQFIhRO9Euk/TgnTLqpFriI/AAAAAAAAAmg/rFH5mLkhodk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623257807127424546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQFIhRO9Euk/TgnTLqpFriI/AAAAAAAAAmg/rFH5mLkhodk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjwF5mfs91M/TgnTLGbapFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sxNAOBRCjYs/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623257797406401618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MjwF5mfs91M/TgnTLGbapFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/sxNAOBRCjYs/s320/003.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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGgBJHPuVeQ/TgnTKyjEdlI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/A07PYCBIM3I/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623257792069793362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SGgBJHPuVeQ/TgnTKyjEdlI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/A07PYCBIM3I/s320/001.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;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/25187597436841200-7492815607727971442?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7492815607727971442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7492815607727971442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7492815607727971442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7492815607727971442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-past-weekends-stuff.html' title='This past weekends stuff'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1p9uXlpqI4o/TgnTMExUQWI/AAAAAAAAAmw/beSq1QcR4Pg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-6601425629576443733</id><published>2011-06-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T09:52:52.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David's graduation and Kenny's yearbook dedication pages</title><content type='html'>Today was David's turn to say good bye to one school and hello to another. His last 4 years of school are coming up and man that high school better watch out for this kid. No not really he has became a fine young man after a rough couple of years I love you bub and am so proud of that english award that was a complete shock to both you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPY8rP4iN9k/TgNm3J0b8rI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Tku4KGZXxxM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621449857603203762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPY8rP4iN9k/TgNm3J0b8rI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Tku4KGZXxxM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outside of Jr. High envolope holds his promotion certificate, English award and pins for different things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIjWlU7uqcE/TgNm2jEZrbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/aTLy0nt4wxM/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621449847201181106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIjWlU7uqcE/TgNm2jEZrbI/AAAAAAAAAmA/aTLy0nt4wxM/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny and Makayla got home with report cards and such being the last day of school. Today was also Kenny's 6th grade graduation party/yearbook signing party at school. One of his friends brought him in a can of pringles today for stealing his snack all year long, then she took half of his pringles. This is one of the girls that is in the group of the 5 bestfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yearbook dedication was to the most deserving person in their school. Normally it is to the retireing staff, they still got their page but this goes to show you how much they all loved their head custodian a 6 page dedication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture is his wife whom is the head of the lunch department at the kids school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBmYJqGcgJQ/TgNm2QJQRVI/AAAAAAAAAl4/W-P5ndQ-CaQ/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621449842121262418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBmYJqGcgJQ/TgNm2QJQRVI/AAAAAAAAAl4/W-P5ndQ-CaQ/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; getting the words they said about him in the front page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1cyMFZS1T4/TgNm2OAqFfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/BdsRpOKzIKk/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621449841548334578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P1cyMFZS1T4/TgNm2OAqFfI/AAAAAAAAAlw/BdsRpOKzIKk/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First caption says Mr. Richardson never forgot how to be a kid Second one says One day Mr. Richardson stepped into my classroom and sat down in an empty desk. He pretended he was a Fourth grader My fourth graders LOVED it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTdkzNcPTUo/TgNkXa4WUtI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FDU6zo_tXHc/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621447113403945682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTdkzNcPTUo/TgNkXa4WUtI/AAAAAAAAAlc/FDU6zo_tXHc/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This page was of his love of the outdoors, the love of the children and of life it self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahMwgKoAOnY/TgNkXEGzQGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZuTRnyCUIBU/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621447107290546274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahMwgKoAOnY/TgNkXEGzQGI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZuTRnyCUIBU/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was about a mouse in the building that he got rid of and didn't realize there were children around when he did it but all was forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eLRqbj4qY8/TgNkW_Zm_5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/HZUK3K9DM7E/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621447106027257746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3eLRqbj4qY8/TgNkW_Zm_5I/AAAAAAAAAlM/HZUK3K9DM7E/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny said that they asked the entire school to write down one word that reminded them of Mr. Richardson and these are the ones that got the most responses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-BQXlFEqKE/TgNkWq8ckBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/DNEwo3DNcUI/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621447100536229906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l-BQXlFEqKE/TgNkWq8ckBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/DNEwo3DNcUI/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how I missed one page. But you get what this wonderful man ment to these children. He is missed by all that he touched their hearts. Kenny came home today and said someone had said "who killed Kenny" in the exact voice he would say it to him and he turned around expecting to see him standing there with his great big smile on his face. My kids still have a hard time of not thinking hes there. It is strange as a parent as well as me knowing him most of my life walking in that school and not seeing him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wst8S3_dtdg/TgNkWDZd7wI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fuNoIbPdGuE/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621447089920536322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wst8S3_dtdg/TgNkWDZd7wI/AAAAAAAAAk8/fuNoIbPdGuE/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/25187597436841200-6601425629576443733?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/6601425629576443733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=6601425629576443733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6601425629576443733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6601425629576443733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/davids-graduation-and-kennys-yearbook.html' title='David&apos;s graduation and Kenny&apos;s yearbook dedication pages'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TPY8rP4iN9k/TgNm3J0b8rI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Tku4KGZXxxM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-4403847916254264622</id><published>2011-06-22T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T09:40:23.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's 6th grade graduation and Makayla's lip sync</title><content type='html'>Today was my boogie boys six grade graduation. Goodbye elementary hello big bad Jr. High. This was a very sad morning for me I hate to see these years go by since now it will fly. I am so proud of this kid. He received the presidential award which was no suprise because no matter what he says he is a very smart kid. He was also nominated with 9 other students to receive the George Davis award which is the highest award that the 6th graders can receive. One girl and one boy receive this award and it is a great honor to be nomintated for it. I am so proud of my baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding his presidential award his other awards are there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9730nGvGx50/TgIXXlS5zgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Zsvsjkf2gi8/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621080978827628034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9730nGvGx50/TgIXXlS5zgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Zsvsjkf2gi8/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final 6th grade picture. His teacher is the same 6th grade teacher all 4 of my brothers had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4tS5z3Bxsg/TgIXW6ojstI/AAAAAAAAAks/8Dz71FmmaC8/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621080967375729362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y4tS5z3Bxsg/TgIXW6ojstI/AAAAAAAAAks/8Dz71FmmaC8/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting for the rest of the class to recieve their certificates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n00x0T4tx20/TgIXWmdNRsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/-5JUAzKcD2U/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621080961959413442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n00x0T4tx20/TgIXWmdNRsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/-5JUAzKcD2U/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My boy receiveing his 6th grade certificate from his teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohaB9FGJcdY/TgIXWemW-9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Gaxk8h6DjQ4/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621080959850314706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ohaB9FGJcdY/TgIXWemW-9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Gaxk8h6DjQ4/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Walking in to graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-o4WGlXqaE/TgIXWDGpwbI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RoYvBfYPeq0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621080952469569970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-o4WGlXqaE/TgIXWDGpwbI/AAAAAAAAAkU/RoYvBfYPeq0/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I never got these up yesturday but it was the 5th/6th grade softball championship game which the 6th graders won. The funny thing is as 5th graders they beat the 6th graders. Kenny was like mom quit takeing my picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cxz3rdrjd1c/TgIWbEM2QoI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Z9n7GQRAApM/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621079939151708802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cxz3rdrjd1c/TgIWbEM2QoI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Z9n7GQRAApM/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny and a couple friends doing who knows what before the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZX5UlJ44xw/TgIWapAVADI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xEBJXhPhZkc/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621079931851440178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZX5UlJ44xw/TgIWapAVADI/AAAAAAAAAkE/xEBJXhPhZkc/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesturday was also Makayla's 5th grade lip sync which is a tribute to out going 6th graders from the 5th graders. This was the girls afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5CnD5VyiU/TgIWaPCLjfI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tSb_QeoKzBs/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621079924879887858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bZ5CnD5VyiU/TgIWaPCLjfI/AAAAAAAAAj8/tSb_QeoKzBs/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls during Makayla is a very shy kid and was scared to death of doing this in front of the whole school and parents that were there but she did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ggB02AdVhc/TgIWZtQAGFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Bqsl5Q35Bqo/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621079915811051602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ggB02AdVhc/TgIWZtQAGFI/AAAAAAAAAj0/Bqsl5Q35Bqo/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And another of the girls during&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkVadO4UUQM/TgIWZeAWlKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vOS21HEUN_8/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621079911718884514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkVadO4UUQM/TgIWZeAWlKI/AAAAAAAAAjs/vOS21HEUN_8/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-4403847916254264622?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/4403847916254264622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=4403847916254264622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4403847916254264622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4403847916254264622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/kennys-6th-grade-graduation-and.html' title='Kenny&apos;s 6th grade graduation and Makayla&apos;s lip sync'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9730nGvGx50/TgIXXlS5zgI/AAAAAAAAAk0/Zsvsjkf2gi8/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1947580517056167983</id><published>2011-06-20T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T06:25:10.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Sunday the computer games got in the way all day</title><content type='html'>First off I have to say "Happy Birthday Mike" I know that you read this at some point today. I love you, my dear brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played a computer game too long on Sunday so nothing really got done, this is the tye dye skirt and shirt I made for Kayla to wear on Wens. for Kenny's graduation. The skirt came out really light due to the material it was made out of. That's ok she loves it. I love the shirt and think I did a great job on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00PhVqd2WxM/Tf9I5o3BbjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FrElNTWrotk/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620291015039610418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00PhVqd2WxM/Tf9I5o3BbjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FrElNTWrotk/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candy jars ready to go. Although someone keeps sneaking skittles out of them so I have to get more before I can take them to school for the teachers which I will do on Wens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IF0VY-zFcOY/Tf9I5S02EsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZsRxxME_1mM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620291009124897474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IF0VY-zFcOY/Tf9I5S02EsI/AAAAAAAAAjc/ZsRxxME_1mM/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-1947580517056167983?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1947580517056167983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1947580517056167983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1947580517056167983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1947580517056167983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/simple-sunday-computer-games-got-in-way.html' title='Simple Sunday the computer games got in the way all day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-00PhVqd2WxM/Tf9I5o3BbjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/FrElNTWrotk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-465723530447415858</id><published>2011-06-19T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T06:53:38.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays progress no good garage sales this weekend</title><content type='html'>My goofy baby boy came down stairs like this the other night and said mom I really need that haircut. God how I love this kid and hope he never changes. He is sporting his pimp hat his sister bought him in Myrtle Beach just for his 6th grade graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zup2qsz8RUg/Tf39QBMmnvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/azkURSf-DZM/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619926361669279474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zup2qsz8RUg/Tf39QBMmnvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/azkURSf-DZM/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom and I went to a couple of garage sales yesturday I got David a brand new pair of shorts with a $44.00 price tag on them for $4.00, Makayla a pair of brand new sneakers with a price tag of $40.00 for $2.00 but that was all I found. When I got home I found this next project sitting in my front yard for free. I have a pedistal table that the bottom is now held together with a piece of wood. A neighbor is moving and brought this over to me. So it will get sanded and refinished very soon to use for a new kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvm2kskkwMY/Tf39PHz6smI/AAAAAAAAAjE/3KpuIXf6XMs/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619926346264916578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bvm2kskkwMY/Tf39PHz6smI/AAAAAAAAAjE/3KpuIXf6XMs/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czOEueM2Agc/Tf39Ow4cuWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LzgKCltQfG0/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619926340109908322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-czOEueM2Agc/Tf39Ow4cuWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/LzgKCltQfG0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4DN_DsWpv4/Tf38RuohThI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KYVrjKyOVO0/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619925291534208530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s4DN_DsWpv4/Tf38RuohThI/AAAAAAAAAi0/KYVrjKyOVO0/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makayla and three friends were tye-dyeing last evening and I had to leave for a total of 5 mins and when I got back this is what my daughter looked like she tye-dyed her feet I could choke this kid of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGXnfellLKQ/Tf38Rfpj2bI/AAAAAAAAAis/OtP7AjVqRlI/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619925287512037810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lGXnfellLKQ/Tf38Rfpj2bI/AAAAAAAAAis/OtP7AjVqRlI/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls tye-dyeing Makayla did a bandana, a shirt and 3 tank tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PB4eSEpVHPY/Tf38Q45lk9I/AAAAAAAAAik/wPgFjRP3kRM/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619925277110277074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PB4eSEpVHPY/Tf38Q45lk9I/AAAAAAAAAik/wPgFjRP3kRM/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paytons gum ball machines for her teachers my friends daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqhZ2Z2-Esc/Tf38Qeq64KI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZhHAa8jDOWU/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619925270069436578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OqhZ2Z2-Esc/Tf38Qeq64KI/AAAAAAAAAic/ZhHAa8jDOWU/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My two kids teachers gumball machines I did do another for my nefhews teacher also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6U6j5RLvAao/Tf38QC_p1dI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7r4fvz5Fp3E/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619925262640207314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6U6j5RLvAao/Tf38QC_p1dI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7r4fvz5Fp3E/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/25187597436841200-465723530447415858?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/465723530447415858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=465723530447415858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/465723530447415858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/465723530447415858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/saturdays-progress-no-good-garage-sales.html' title='Saturdays progress no good garage sales this weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zup2qsz8RUg/Tf39QBMmnvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/azkURSf-DZM/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3627754307318046587</id><published>2011-06-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:26:33.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumes Friday</title><content type='html'>Yes I am breathing paint fumes today. I need to finish up the candy jars for teachers. Once again I am doing them for my friend her other daughter in 6th grade needs them too. I have decided that I am doing them for my two kids teachers the school secretary and the second grade teacher that has been the heaven sent for Makayla and possibly one for my nefhews second grade teacher because his teacher would get a kick out of it. Tom is the head of our high school drama department, as well as being a second grade teacher is also someone that I was friends with in highschool whom I still talk to every so often. So I know he would love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRrpfs-W0Bg/TfuasbfT-4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Fv7mD02Dcyk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619255048158837634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRrpfs-W0Bg/TfuasbfT-4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Fv7mD02Dcyk/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yea mom likes to have fun tye dyeing also was going to let Makayla do this but I might just do it myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIN09h9Lrjo/Tfuar7bLODI/AAAAAAAAAiE/onL8ZQrO23k/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619255039551551538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIN09h9Lrjo/Tfuar7bLODI/AAAAAAAAAiE/onL8ZQrO23k/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you never know you might see something become of at least two of these this weekend also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XcZf3Z1FxJw/Tfuarly0-8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/o7U87YjF1aY/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619255033745177538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XcZf3Z1FxJw/Tfuarly0-8I/AAAAAAAAAh8/o7U87YjF1aY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3627754307318046587?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3627754307318046587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3627754307318046587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3627754307318046587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3627754307318046587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/fumes-friday.html' title='Fumes Friday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRrpfs-W0Bg/TfuasbfT-4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Fv7mD02Dcyk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8511972328709708253</id><published>2011-06-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T09:36:37.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was game day</title><content type='html'>Today was the biggest PBIS(Positive Behavior in School) celebration of the year. The annual Game day, they have only had to pospone this day once in the years my kids have gone to this school due to weather, and that was because of heat index level two years ago. The weather is always great otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I had camera in hand when I went to sign in this is the heart the 6th graders painted on the inside doors for their loved Mr. Richerson, I am sure he is looking down on them this day with a great big smile for continueing the tradition of makeing sure the teachers are getting in on the fun and they are drentched when they get inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09rQbZ7ehn8/TfoqDvus2fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xTyuXxLckdQ/s1600/game%2Bday%2B068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849728938433010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09rQbZ7ehn8/TfoqDvus2fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xTyuXxLckdQ/s320/game%2Bday%2B068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My buggies 6th grade class one of the last pictures as a whole class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tbzFicH0jpE/TfoqDIpOG5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/VCB7oXF5wDQ/s1600/game%2Bday%2B066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849718446463890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tbzFicH0jpE/TfoqDIpOG5I/AAAAAAAAAhs/VCB7oXF5wDQ/s320/game%2Bday%2B066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh how I love these kids Nicole, Zac, Kenny, Micheal, Diana and Frankie I have loved watching these 5 kids grow thru their elementary years together and hope to see them all remain the best of friends they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxXSIh0yRqI/TfoqC2Yk8VI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pgevPBcmLw0/s1600/game%2Bday%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849713544819026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kxXSIh0yRqI/TfoqC2Yk8VI/AAAAAAAAAhk/pgevPBcmLw0/s320/game%2Bday%2B061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; these three are just nut cases Micheal, Kenny and Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxxNiw1zq_A/TfoqCYwSa9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/AFswZ2zrqR8/s1600/game%2Bday%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849705591204818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OxxNiw1zq_A/TfoqCYwSa9I/AAAAAAAAAhc/AFswZ2zrqR8/s320/game%2Bday%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny and Micheal soaked after water volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VO8wDUl7Lk4/TfoqCIBU06I/AAAAAAAAAhU/Rf-7Rhaouu4/s1600/game%2Bday%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618849701099262882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VO8wDUl7Lk4/TfoqCIBU06I/AAAAAAAAAhU/Rf-7Rhaouu4/s320/game%2Bday%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Favorite of the day is the tug of war the boys had to have a girl come on their side to win even though they have an even number of boys and girls in their class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YY8RGHAJVO0/Tfon9qf1KYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2cPn4ldKruM/s1600/game%2Bday%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618847425431415170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YY8RGHAJVO0/Tfon9qf1KYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2cPn4ldKruM/s320/game%2Bday%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boys trying their hardest to beat the girls in Tug of War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_iUU390tz6Y/Tfon9YbUTSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oLtXJZ-ydFg/s1600/game%2Bday%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618847420580646178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_iUU390tz6Y/Tfon9YbUTSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/oLtXJZ-ydFg/s320/game%2Bday%2B044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lets spin, spin, spin and run and do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOYutcnxDZw/Tfon9OSw24I/AAAAAAAAAg8/CY_yPVF2loc/s1600/game%2Bday%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618847417860414338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JOYutcnxDZw/Tfon9OSw24I/AAAAAAAAAg8/CY_yPVF2loc/s320/game%2Bday%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lets be dogs and use our heads to push the big red ball this was new this year and they had to bark pushing the ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVQ5HKU0Ps0/Tfon8gfeTTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SgTLZhSklKQ/s1600/game%2Bday%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618847405565693234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FVQ5HKU0Ps0/Tfon8gfeTTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SgTLZhSklKQ/s320/game%2Bday%2B014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lets be ducks and race including flippers it was fun to watch this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VY8rTRMI7U/Tfon8PDK6nI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qPzx7-BCwi0/s1600/game%2Bday%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618847400883579506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VY8rTRMI7U/Tfon8PDK6nI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qPzx7-BCwi0/s320/game%2Bday%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Potato sack race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SxzEs91rEo/TfomreeQ-_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/MUsItS9fuPw/s1600/game%2Bday%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618846013454351346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SxzEs91rEo/TfomreeQ-_I/AAAAAAAAAgk/MUsItS9fuPw/s320/game%2Bday%2B009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting my turn for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbS3NPN2fu8/Tfomq6eQAjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7Jqx0BKG2rY/s1600/game%2Bday%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618846003790610994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbS3NPN2fu8/Tfomq6eQAjI/AAAAAAAAAgU/7Jqx0BKG2rY/s320/game%2Bday%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; relay to fill a bucket with a sponge at the other end of this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXuCLdCUuxE/TfomqT-QHJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WMh5S3oIYAk/s1600/game%2Bday%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618845993455852690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXuCLdCUuxE/TfomqT-QHJI/AAAAAAAAAgM/WMh5S3oIYAk/s320/game%2Bday%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then we must shoot the sponge to the next team mate using those football arms&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7dqRf6ONqg/Tfomp4xl2XI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rN_YEU_zry0/s1600/game%2Bday%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618845986154994034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7dqRf6ONqg/Tfomp4xl2XI/AAAAAAAAAgE/rN_YEU_zry0/s320/game%2Bday%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch out Mr. K were comeing to get you and you cant see us (Three of the 6th grade teachers were after the 5&amp;amp;6 graders and teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQhlzcPRdVM/TfolAKG-KPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nhZ4p06onsg/s1600/game%2Bday%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618844169741936882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQhlzcPRdVM/TfolAKG-KPI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nhZ4p06onsg/s320/game%2Bday%2B057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mr. K's sweet revenge until he ran out of hose,Kenny and Micheal running over to soak Mr. K Zac already there trying to get the hose out of his hands for his soaking, and they got him good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLVTsp4QL8k/Tfok_goU-iI/AAAAAAAAAf0/69HmvQsKHwc/s1600/game%2Bday%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618844158607555106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jLVTsp4QL8k/Tfok_goU-iI/AAAAAAAAAf0/69HmvQsKHwc/s320/game%2Bday%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Play ground time for Kaylas class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwAcUWQ2sAk/Tfok-8O9ikI/AAAAAAAAAfs/149motapJ2A/s1600/game%2Bday%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618844148837485122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwAcUWQ2sAk/Tfok-8O9ikI/AAAAAAAAAfs/149motapJ2A/s320/game%2Bday%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Water volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-k-i_stFyM/Tfok-f1yACI/AAAAAAAAAfk/X13Dn7brgJM/s1600/game%2Bday%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618844141215678498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-k-i_stFyM/Tfok-f1yACI/AAAAAAAAAfk/X13Dn7brgJM/s320/game%2Bday%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makayla and one of her close friends Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MaQVUTpYMk/Tfok9zQKdtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CpHu6WV_bBs/s1600/game%2Bday%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618844129246738130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MaQVUTpYMk/Tfok9zQKdtI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CpHu6WV_bBs/s320/game%2Bday%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls in 5th grade beat the boys everytime in tug of war also and the boys even had Mr. K helping them, the girls kept saying it's because Girls Rule and boys druel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZut5mLs6SE/TfojpYmF94I/AAAAAAAAAfU/6y1Z1Dfow04/s1600/game%2Bday%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618842678981949314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LZut5mLs6SE/TfojpYmF94I/AAAAAAAAAfU/6y1Z1Dfow04/s320/game%2Bday%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one was fun they had to fill a bucket with a cup of water by passing it down the line by handing it over their heads, Mr. K in the back knocking over the buckets on them, he did it to the 6th graders as well and ended up with 3 buckets of water on him at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-057dF0lAlIU/TfojosH3D-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/A1o7KNxKwm0/s1600/game%2Bday%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618842667043983330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-057dF0lAlIU/TfojosH3D-I/AAAAAAAAAfE/A1o7KNxKwm0/s320/game%2Bday%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makaylas turn to play doggie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm0pEr6qI9I/Tfojn9RKQDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jr7E5Xlaogs/s1600/game%2Bday%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618842654466523186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm0pEr6qI9I/Tfojn9RKQDI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Jr7E5Xlaogs/s320/game%2Bday%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Potato sack time, I actually thought that I had gotten a picture of both Makayla evenly but Makayla decided to stop Mikey and Makayla have been close since kindergarden, Mikey is going to a different school next year and is going to be missed but we will have him over and Makayla will go to his house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYWN7DDq8wM/TfoiZzfUk8I/AAAAAAAAAek/wBU2ftyNAIQ/s1600/game%2Bday%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618841311811769282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYWN7DDq8wM/TfoiZzfUk8I/AAAAAAAAAek/wBU2ftyNAIQ/s320/game%2Bday%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Jade cheating at being a duck since their team is loosing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NX5nk1EuLw/TfoiZd_7qmI/AAAAAAAAAec/1l2CDLCgmLU/s1600/game%2Bday%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618841306042968674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9NX5nk1EuLw/TfoiZd_7qmI/AAAAAAAAAec/1l2CDLCgmLU/s320/game%2Bday%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Makayla's turn and her flipper came off and she put it back on upside down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GagZOTK5y28/TfoiYObrIUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4aUgwHMVZJA/s1600/game%2Bday%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618841284684489026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GagZOTK5y28/TfoiYObrIUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/4aUgwHMVZJA/s320/game%2Bday%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merideth helping to get stuff on Makayla in the timed race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95zD0hEeN0c/TfoiW3CEq-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/6cUfeNqa1U8/s1600/game%2Bday%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618841261223226338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-95zD0hEeN0c/TfoiW3CEq-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/6cUfeNqa1U8/s320/game%2Bday%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had a great time during their session of game day today I am also glad I decided not to volunteer for it because Miss Makayla was being a brat yesturday and I told her I was not going. So I didn't fill out the slip. But if I had I would not have been able to enjoy my babies day.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8511972328709708253?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8511972328709708253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8511972328709708253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8511972328709708253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8511972328709708253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/today-was-game-day.html' title='Today was game day'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-09rQbZ7ehn8/TfoqDvus2fI/AAAAAAAAAh0/xTyuXxLckdQ/s72-c/game%2Bday%2B068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2244704244684889943</id><published>2011-06-16T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T04:11:40.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indi's teachers gifts and more</title><content type='html'>These are what I completed Wens. A new memo board for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_FHR89TOnk/TfngayMBv3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/2jIdhZ-_1IA/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618768760874844018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_FHR89TOnk/TfngayMBv3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/2jIdhZ-_1IA/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My goofy son this morning saying he is it. Wow he looks like his brother here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNCeESQGCCk/TfngaDrlxlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/COJA9nqN0YQ/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618768748390762066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNCeESQGCCk/TfngaDrlxlI/AAAAAAAAAd8/COJA9nqN0YQ/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My other pin cushion I made the other night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nq7ZdfI6HE/TfngZwlGP-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/7gxmY8f8avw/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618768743263256546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nq7ZdfI6HE/TfngZwlGP-I/AAAAAAAAAd0/7gxmY8f8avw/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Indi's teachers gifts I tried to get a picture with her but they were having a nieghborhood tye-dying party at there house when I got them over there. Man I really need to get my craft area done because I am using the kitchen table and making a mess of it this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IFCQZPkcYo/TfngZuN6p-I/AAAAAAAAAds/0fZRY0N70LM/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618768742629156834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IFCQZPkcYo/TfngZuN6p-I/AAAAAAAAAds/0fZRY0N70LM/s320/002.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;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/25187597436841200-2244704244684889943?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2244704244684889943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2244704244684889943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2244704244684889943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2244704244684889943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/indis-teachers-gifts-and-more.html' title='Indi&apos;s teachers gifts and more'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_FHR89TOnk/TfngayMBv3I/AAAAAAAAAeE/2jIdhZ-_1IA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-4287641874860708420</id><published>2011-06-15T04:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T05:55:38.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's doings</title><content type='html'>First a new pin cushion for me I actually made another but for some reason didn't take a picture of it. I will later both out of this awsome material that was in one of the totes from garage sale, I love the material and plan to make a few things out of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-3w37s3xcM/Tfiid3_gclI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IULb2s6Ll8w/s1600/227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618419169274917458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-3w37s3xcM/Tfiid3_gclI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IULb2s6Ll8w/s320/227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back of my new chair cushion I really needed since I tend to grab a pillow to sit on when sewing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVdvLDhjnHs/TfiidfEjpdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Xr4SQHA3UYg/s1600/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618419162585212370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVdvLDhjnHs/TfiidfEjpdI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Xr4SQHA3UYg/s320/226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; front of chair cushion yep same material that I am totally in love with it is so me right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d68-WKt57xQ/TfiidF7zFFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rz2y4sxAzhE/s1600/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618419155837588562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d68-WKt57xQ/TfiidF7zFFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/rz2y4sxAzhE/s320/225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what I started with for chair cushion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GE3V6vjckWc/TfihcCwjw2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/0zSbpuQq3bY/s1600/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618418038293644130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GE3V6vjckWc/TfihcCwjw2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/0zSbpuQq3bY/s320/221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What the hell am I going to do with all these is what I asked my mom when she sent me home with them. I will never use them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ3Rt-shzvw/Tfihb5RYuaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LeVrvoIU4gM/s1600/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618418035746978210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ3Rt-shzvw/Tfihb5RYuaI/AAAAAAAAAdE/LeVrvoIU4gM/s320/215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well I did get this as a birthday gift a few years ago, it is now on its way to its new home the dump it sucked I had never used it. It worked to make 1 and a half candles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg0iJDJeQ20/TfihbHj9fjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/9qMPDzPhoqA/s1600/214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618418022403112498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yg0iJDJeQ20/TfihbHj9fjI/AAAAAAAAAc8/9qMPDzPhoqA/s320/214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the test candle the 1 it made completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyedcFQcAbs/Tfiha84XVfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/FvmwaKrumgc/s1600/218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618418019535902194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyedcFQcAbs/Tfiha84XVfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/FvmwaKrumgc/s320/218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this is what Maranda and I did for a couple of hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rshmAPZkYkI/TfihaqQbEnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/lSSU16hrek0/s1600/216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618418014536536690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rshmAPZkYkI/TfihaqQbEnI/AAAAAAAAAcs/lSSU16hrek0/s320/216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was all our hard work not even enough for 1 candle I think this is the 1/2 of the candle the candle maker made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrCF8MHKqAE/Tfif1T62lTI/AAAAAAAAAck/I6oq5V1uoPI/s1600/219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618416273373697330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KrCF8MHKqAE/Tfif1T62lTI/AAAAAAAAAck/I6oq5V1uoPI/s320/219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off to garage I go to look thru MIL's boxes to find an old pan I knew was in there so I finished the candles by doing this although it took all day and most of the evening It worked better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFFLcB3CBTo/Tfif0xsZhNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tm66tdkWA0c/s1600/220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618416264186266834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BFFLcB3CBTo/Tfif0xsZhNI/AAAAAAAAAcc/tm66tdkWA0c/s320/220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I picked up 11 jars at one of the sales last weekend for .10 each they only had the 11 so while looking for the pan I found small vases in the boxes this one is my favorite it will probley never be used but will look nice when I get my craft area set up in the garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HD4bKtHxhcU/Tfif0rSytMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0lg5joF_w3E/s1600/223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618416262468252866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HD4bKtHxhcU/Tfif0rSytMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0lg5joF_w3E/s320/223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the jars that I picked up with some of the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1E-Xxpu7BE/Tfif0NFZvfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/J2sg3lQbIg4/s1600/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618416254359027186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1E-Xxpu7BE/Tfif0NFZvfI/AAAAAAAAAcM/J2sg3lQbIg4/s320/222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the rest of the candles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lZCH1v15eQ/Tfifz-e7XdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/uyiAPP6kZk0/s1600/224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618416250439556562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9lZCH1v15eQ/Tfifz-e7XdI/AAAAAAAAAcE/uyiAPP6kZk0/s320/224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a total of 16 candles later today I will clean up the outsides of them since I like to get wax all over everything then put them away for when they are needed. We haven't had a good ice storm in a few years so I think we may be in for one this winter now I will be sort of prepared. My mom also wants a couple of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-4287641874860708420?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/4287641874860708420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=4287641874860708420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4287641874860708420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4287641874860708420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/tuesdays-doings.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s doings'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X-3w37s3xcM/Tfiid3_gclI/AAAAAAAAAdk/IULb2s6Ll8w/s72-c/227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7721410758726083439</id><published>2011-06-13T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T07:46:07.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing Sunday and some more of Saturdays Garage sale findes</title><content type='html'>I was going to make the girls skirts for the lip sync out of the curtains I dyed a couple of weeks ago but I hit a jackpot at garage sales on Saturday I got three large bins of fabric for $3 a bin heck the bins were worth that. I have yet to take a picture of the fabrics but they are now all washed. This fabric and lace was in one of the bins there was probley about 6 yards of each, the girls seen this and wanted their skirts made out of them instead. I am going to try and make tanks for them out of it also, plus will still have a ton more for doll clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6-O2ePCF1k/TfYegTxiRyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lC_OFIGj6VE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617711125603960610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6-O2ePCF1k/TfYegTxiRyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lC_OFIGj6VE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makayla's skirt done, Jade already took hers home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPZtB1HxERY/TfYef7Jf-aI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kTBvUDva0r4/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617711118993586594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPZtB1HxERY/TfYef7Jf-aI/AAAAAAAAAb0/kTBvUDva0r4/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again Makayla's skirt with scrunchy sitting on top of it girls loved that I made those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6MS3Pe_TOM/TfYee_h8GJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WiwHesCkkYk/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617711102989965458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b6MS3Pe_TOM/TfYee_h8GJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/WiwHesCkkYk/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two more books we picked up Saturday at .25 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0LIA6nfcV8/TfYeeZMnLII/AAAAAAAAAbc/61-adsFAiMk/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617711092699966594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k0LIA6nfcV8/TfYeeZMnLII/AAAAAAAAAbc/61-adsFAiMk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patterns we picked up for .25 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSwQbZZ23rY/TfYdSnplRiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_jv_dR86JiA/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617709790909515298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSwQbZZ23rY/TfYdSnplRiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/_jv_dR86JiA/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the rest of the .25 patterns these will be made for my niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jttihVkTs1A/TfYdSJR4csI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WnatP9BDCSA/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617709782757044930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jttihVkTs1A/TfYdSJR4csI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WnatP9BDCSA/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this box was picked up for .50 with no clue what was in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfH0FqNWYlU/TfYdRKdvoHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/hAx7hd8FyKQ/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617709765895364722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfH0FqNWYlU/TfYdRKdvoHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/hAx7hd8FyKQ/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some of what was in it that we decided to keep there was alot more I think I was excited of all the pins in it the most there were probley 100 pins in the cut out fabric already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bmzRrgr1nE/TfYdQs-6aOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nbXMltbbIMM/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617709757981419746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bmzRrgr1nE/TfYdQs-6aOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nbXMltbbIMM/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mirror $5.00 and not even a 1/4 of the schells Makayla got for 2.00 this is now what the mirror looks like her and Jade finished hot gluing them on about 8:30 last night. We will hang this in her room, I wanted to paint the frame on the mirror before hand but she just couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtTKXC5at5o/TfYdQEpOYVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/szqvabZLcO4/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617709747153035602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DtTKXC5at5o/TfYdQEpOYVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/szqvabZLcO4/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The schell that is sitting on the side open and closes in about 6 different areas, looks like a bunch of little ones combined together. She also got a couple of fossels and coral in all the ones she bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-7721410758726083439?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7721410758726083439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7721410758726083439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7721410758726083439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7721410758726083439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/sewing-sunday-and-some-more-of.html' title='Sewing Sunday and some more of Saturdays Garage sale findes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s6-O2ePCF1k/TfYegTxiRyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/lC_OFIGj6VE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3294357196610475541</id><published>2011-06-12T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T05:50:07.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of Saturdays garage sale finds</title><content type='html'>Of course the pictures are not in the order I wanted them someday I will get it right. These are a couple of the pictures Makayla took on her field trip to Howes Caverns underground caves, she took 216 pictures this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbqdAvXVyCI/TfSx9BcTkFI/AAAAAAAAAas/ABU7GLH6DJg/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617310297155145810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbqdAvXVyCI/TfSx9BcTkFI/AAAAAAAAAas/ABU7GLH6DJg/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e82I9xDbq_I/TfSx8v790sI/AAAAAAAAAak/v3cWsD6A0nY/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617310292456100546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e82I9xDbq_I/TfSx8v790sI/AAAAAAAAAak/v3cWsD6A0nY/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWMYPYok7Yc/TfSx8IMSh1I/AAAAAAAAAac/U2i7cFIesI4/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617310281787148114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QWMYPYok7Yc/TfSx8IMSh1I/AAAAAAAAAac/U2i7cFIesI4/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just like the picture on their website once she seen it she knew she had to take a picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhIm7qTzSvU/TfSx7j6tjZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Z_JnyC2aA_o/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617310272049745298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhIm7qTzSvU/TfSx7j6tjZI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Z_JnyC2aA_o/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kayla and I went to some garage sales on Saturday and spent about $30 on things we didn't really need but wanted it was about what we wanted this week. These are half the plastic canvas books I bought for $2.25 for all there are12 books in all but I just deleted the picture of the other ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpTZdzTTPu0/TfSx7GSw6TI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rdRm822hOjM/s1600/214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617310264097564978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kpTZdzTTPu0/TfSx7GSw6TI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rdRm822hOjM/s320/214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bread pan Makayla had to have for .25 the other two were .50 each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G--RpF9B7a4/TfSvXkl8OuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eQ_xAzceatE/s1600/212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617307454732516066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G--RpF9B7a4/TfSvXkl8OuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/eQ_xAzceatE/s320/212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; old grater that will be hung on the kitchen wall I have wanted one since my other one disappeared moving .10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZSAxyqfflE/TfSvXLJFynI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i7GadfQFGqM/s1600/211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617307447900621426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QZSAxyqfflE/TfSvXLJFynI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i7GadfQFGqM/s320/211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; another Makayla must have brand new in the box for $1.00 this will be used alot by kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWW-FJc21sE/TfSvVNaP0eI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NhpWU5J2Koc/s1600/210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617307414149714402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bWW-FJc21sE/TfSvVNaP0eI/AAAAAAAAAZs/NhpWU5J2Koc/s320/210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Makayla and I seen this at the same time and both agreed we must have .50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvp7t8lrF5Q/TfSvTZ_PrII/AAAAAAAAAZk/Gc1mrbvqlVY/s1600/209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617307383166381186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hvp7t8lrF5Q/TfSvTZ_PrII/AAAAAAAAAZk/Gc1mrbvqlVY/s320/209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not taken pictures of everything yet. The material I bought is still being washed there is just so much of it. More pictures on this weeks garage saling will be posted tomorrow&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/25187597436841200-3294357196610475541?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3294357196610475541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3294357196610475541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3294357196610475541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3294357196610475541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-of-saturdays-garage-sale-finds.html' title='Some of Saturdays garage sale finds'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbqdAvXVyCI/TfSx9BcTkFI/AAAAAAAAAas/ABU7GLH6DJg/s72-c/037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1259832290184329124</id><published>2011-06-06T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T05:57:53.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got a couple of things finished on Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was finally able to get a couple of things finished Sunday I am quite happy with what I did get done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But really unhappy about my dyeing experiance, the black turned out more purple, I guess thats what I get for following the directions to a tee. A friend told me it was because I was using lace curtains, oh well Makayla and Jade were happy with the color they came out since they are being used for skirts for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These are the curtains before for hand I had both ivory and white ones in the mix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNyrFuNMyTM/TezHdUJ4exI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iiI0d_cZLFA/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615082141864459026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNyrFuNMyTM/TezHdUJ4exI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iiI0d_cZLFA/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Funny they do almost look black here and grayish color maybe its just my eyes. I am hoping to have both skirts finished today so that I can figure out how to make their microphones they want out of felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ttGgmU25Os/TezHdCOljhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3-T2XiblfuY/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615082137052352018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ttGgmU25Os/TezHdCOljhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/3-T2XiblfuY/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My lamps for my room are done, please excuse the mess on the dresser my room is being ignored at this time and everyone in this house thinks my room is a dumping ground for everything. This is with the lampshade on, paint looks pink in the picture but its really not. Must have been lighting it is only a few shades lighter than lampshade which almost matches my bedspread perfectly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JV_zLrLiluA/TezEaZe7a5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/mIlCCZKj6Vc/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615078793220418450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JV_zLrLiluA/TezEaZe7a5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/mIlCCZKj6Vc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lamps after I got them finished, now what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gunf75IAOv0/TezEZyT3rSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/L90-PlTV6L8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615078782705052962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gunf75IAOv0/TezEZyT3rSI/AAAAAAAAAZE/L90-PlTV6L8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My bag holder hanging in its new home, I wanted this large and wide the worst part about it is I still could not get all the bags into it. I wanted the apple print on both the top and bottom so I cut the print out of the other curtain I was not using. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw4YCUqQdCs/TezEZskM0XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1r8fbWwsnm4/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615078781162934642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gw4YCUqQdCs/TezEZskM0XI/AAAAAAAAAY8/1r8fbWwsnm4/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next when I went to garage sales with my mom on Saturday, we seen this screen door they wanted $3.00 for it, I am in need of a new one, my mom looked at it and the guy told her that he had to screw the bottom part, ok I wasn't going to get it. Then he told me I could just take it because he was just going to throw it out anyways, yea in much better shape that what I have now since my screen is ripping out due to kids around here, mine included pushing on it for 5 yrs now. This is before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6xMiwWNEyc/TezEY25LaUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YxNNOZSO-1I/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615078766755408194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6xMiwWNEyc/TezEY25LaUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YxNNOZSO-1I/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And then after a couple coats of paint, just waiting to be hung which will be after David gets home from school so that he can help me. He had to go work with grandma and grandpa yesturday, and getting paid overruled helping mom. Plus I need to find my green paint to redo that I like the brown and green together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfQUzw2c0jQ/TezEYrvQn7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/y--rzSUtDOs/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615078763761016754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfQUzw2c0jQ/TezEYrvQn7I/AAAAAAAAAYs/y--rzSUtDOs/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/25187597436841200-1259832290184329124?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1259832290184329124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1259832290184329124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1259832290184329124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1259832290184329124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/got-couple-of-things-finished-on-sunday.html' title='Got a couple of things finished on Sunday'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SNyrFuNMyTM/TezHdUJ4exI/AAAAAAAAAZc/iiI0d_cZLFA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1456598415418782720</id><published>2011-06-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T07:42:00.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan rack and lamps</title><content type='html'>Went to a couple of garage sales on Saturday with my mom and found a pan rack I have been looking for one for awhile now. So I am happy. I also started working on the lamps that were my grandparents, that were not my style but my grandfather wanted me to have them when he passed. I love the things I got from the house because they were all things that I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First this is what happens when my 11yr old gets ahold of the camera she takes pictures of herself I am always deleting hunderds of them a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kj971f91FdY/TeuTt2I0uII/AAAAAAAAAX8/vaV6yLoEIF4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614743776283375746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kj971f91FdY/TeuTt2I0uII/AAAAAAAAAX8/vaV6yLoEIF4/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pan rack before putting a new coat of spray paint on it. I love the animals on it but it is small but will work for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5MkSOVNPJQ/TeuTtThgqHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/h99FHkuHEUE/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614743766991677554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5MkSOVNPJQ/TeuTtThgqHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/h99FHkuHEUE/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hanging in my kitchen . I love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fsott4y9lm0/TeuTs_t0PYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E_mqz45ohRs/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614743761674583426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fsott4y9lm0/TeuTs_t0PYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E_mqz45ohRs/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lamp before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPk1KS_nsPI/TeuTsiXgfXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/an7iAZOLbNQ/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614743753796386162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NPk1KS_nsPI/TeuTsiXgfXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/an7iAZOLbNQ/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; first coat on one lamp getting ready for second but it took 7 coats to get the look I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8hf-a6g7w4/TeuTsObIHtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nuI8JGBfAYA/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614743748442857170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O8hf-a6g7w4/TeuTsObIHtI/AAAAAAAAAXc/nuI8JGBfAYA/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now to go change out of work clothes and put the sealer on the lamps, then they are done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-1456598415418782720?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1456598415418782720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1456598415418782720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1456598415418782720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1456598415418782720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/06/pan-rack-and-lamps.html' title='Pan rack and lamps'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kj971f91FdY/TeuTt2I0uII/AAAAAAAAAX8/vaV6yLoEIF4/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2777895968351063666</id><published>2011-05-31T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T09:25:58.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Warner finally back in the Memorial Day Parade</title><content type='html'>Pop Warner finally returned to the Memorial Day Parade this past Saturday, after about 15 years of not being in it and what do our girls do they take second place of the 30 youth groups participating. Way to go girls oh yea the boys that particpated also wearing their championship jerseys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking pictures of the girls doing the routine that they learned in 15 mins for the judges of the parade and someone behind me said they never know when sign ups are they would love to get thier kids into Pop Warner. Really we only have month long sign ups every May, huge sign in front of the War Memorial with the dates and times. Full Front page of two newspapers at the end of every April announcing its that time for sign ups. I get at least 10 flyers from school announceing sign ups per kid. Of course the great Pop Warner mom I am whip out my phone and give them the number of the president if they cant make sign ups tonight, he'll take care of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla is on injured list due to spraining her ankle in Lacrosse last week so they asked her to wear Pop Warner tee-shirt and help with banner since she might hurt herself being a base or backspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Makayla and her military escourt turning off the end of parade route&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg4P1bGPM60/TeUQ7cYA28I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D6NbXoPH-sY/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612911124002429890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg4P1bGPM60/TeUQ7cYA28I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D6NbXoPH-sY/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms. Makayla in parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkDrZ8zBS1s/TeUQ7MxfvVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uZtWOTujolo/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612911119814344018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkDrZ8zBS1s/TeUQ7MxfvVI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uZtWOTujolo/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl in her brothers football tee-shirt hers are white and getting too small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWaaZYIyQDc/TeUQ64ys4JI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SjK2ugcSAhY/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612911114450690194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dWaaZYIyQDc/TeUQ64ys4JI/AAAAAAAAAXA/SjK2ugcSAhY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The banner the mom that made it did a great job, it was actually two dimensional I loved it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Si1Y8GKe5FI/TeUQ6WFlImI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fZUbd2ypl5o/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612911105134633570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Si1Y8GKe5FI/TeUQ6WFlImI/AAAAAAAAAW4/fZUbd2ypl5o/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls during cheer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg16tbJHwoo/TeUQ6OoTj-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/uPyRvB_OQIY/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612911103132798946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg16tbJHwoo/TeUQ6OoTj-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/uPyRvB_OQIY/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMypGXhfv-E/TeUP4KdhieI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K2QkIZc64do/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612909968142469602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pMypGXhfv-E/TeUP4KdhieI/AAAAAAAAAWo/K2QkIZc64do/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scary moment she went down no mats just road luckly bases and spots know their jobs and do them well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxNfIluL040/TeUP3kNUj6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/sSr8z4uEs1I/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612909957873962914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CxNfIluL040/TeUP3kNUj6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/sSr8z4uEs1I/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; float both sides carried our championship trophies from the past couple of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax4_zDdl6Ps/TeUP3T6R12I/AAAAAAAAAWY/ENF2_V9G3Q8/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612909953499125602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ax4_zDdl6Ps/TeUP3T6R12I/AAAAAAAAAWY/ENF2_V9G3Q8/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls in parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-vdK7Ud7GY/TeUP2yxNutI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NeAYGD7ZbWU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612909944602737362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o-vdK7Ud7GY/TeUP2yxNutI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NeAYGD7ZbWU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2009 CNY Championship banner 2010 must have been on other side of the truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY8jO41cnYo/TeUP2hMvLgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kh-wvkwumEg/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612909939886337538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY8jO41cnYo/TeUP2hMvLgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/kh-wvkwumEg/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year we will have State championship for both football and cheer its our year for both, as long as they schedule compitions, and state games right our boys can't do it without their cheerleaders ask any of the boys or girls and they will tell you. Everytime the team doesn't have thier cheerleaders they loose their game, even if the older girls are their, they don't have the same connection as when all 50 of them are on the same field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-2777895968351063666?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2777895968351063666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2777895968351063666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2777895968351063666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2777895968351063666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/05/pop-warner-finally-back-in-memorial-day.html' title='Pop Warner finally back in the Memorial Day Parade'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tg4P1bGPM60/TeUQ7cYA28I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D6NbXoPH-sY/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7516635068125962754</id><published>2011-05-26T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T05:23:01.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My goofball child and advanced math</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxRsFpGdiDE/Td5CoaD-YdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ecw9dFo38P0/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610995447708410322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxRsFpGdiDE/Td5CoaD-YdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ecw9dFo38P0/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These glasses a friend gave Kenny for his birthay and he loves them he is such a dork he was posing for pictures the other day with them on. I told him they will look really dorky when he shaves his head for football and dyes it red and green. Which is what some of the players decided they were doing this season. I hope its not going to happen I don't want a child with red and green hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally received his 5 week report yesturday in my email. He always tells me hes almost as smart as the smart kids, I always tell him honey with straight A's you are a smart kid. Yea mom I know but I don't like being called a smart jock. I think its better than being called a dumb jock, look you can get plowed over, knocked on your butt and hit with a helmet and shoulder pads and it doesn't knock the smartness out of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been scared of taking advanced Math next year ever since his teacher showed the students the list of kids that were possibly going to have to take it, and his name was on that list. You have to have an average of an A every quarter in 6th grade in Math and English to be placed in the Advanced math. His average is right now a A- in English this quarter and he said hes not going to bring it up to an A so he doesn't have to take it. When I asked why he told me because I don't want to take the regents in 8th grade. Mom thats scary to think about. My thinking is do it and get it over with its one less regents you have to take in highschool. Little does he know that he has to take the English regents in 8th grade anyways. I will keep that a secret until hes in 8th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-7516635068125962754?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7516635068125962754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7516635068125962754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7516635068125962754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7516635068125962754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-goofball-child-and-advanced-math.html' title='My goofball child and advanced math'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PxRsFpGdiDE/Td5CoaD-YdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Ecw9dFo38P0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8374185470127648335</id><published>2011-05-22T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T09:23:29.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rescue truck that isn't just that and dirty girls</title><content type='html'>We send alot of time at the fire department since my brother has been a firefighter since the year Maranda was born. Christmas parties, rehersal dinners, halloween parties, family reunions, birthday parties, you name it we've been there for it. The kids favorite thing todo is play in the fire trucks especially the resuce truck, it has been everything imaginable the favorite has been a space shuttle, after the Christmas party last year the kids played for hours inside of it there were about 8 kids doing this so long that we had to order pizza and wings for dinner about 8pm. That night one of the other firemen took all the kids for a ride in their newest, largest firetruck they loved it. Sirens, lights and all. All these kids are between 9-13 and love that they still have the imagination they have when playing in the rescue truck, the training dummy is also carried by them all and used when they are playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3eCEDtSmzM/Tdk0GHH0WFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zpudXcGADKw/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609572090462361682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3eCEDtSmzM/Tdk0GHH0WFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zpudXcGADKw/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo2tenIlIyY/Tdk0F3LIfNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LHhO_E7_UfY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609572086181297362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uo2tenIlIyY/Tdk0F3LIfNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LHhO_E7_UfY/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pretty kitty yesturday for a little while anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxVuzi0V-No/Tdk0Fk2BF1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/nCfdPRzAjwI/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609572081260894034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sxVuzi0V-No/Tdk0Fk2BF1I/AAAAAAAAAVA/nCfdPRzAjwI/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why we were at the fire department yesturday, they had a mud fest just Makayla and I went because the other kids had their own things todo with friends it was fun as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dGqbgksp2s/Tdk0FNGnSLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OEWO0DMx3dw/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609572074888054962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dGqbgksp2s/Tdk0FNGnSLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/OEWO0DMx3dw/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after it was done the girls all decided it was thier turn to play, for hours in the mud obsticle for hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmZa50VEQ4Q/TdkzJnbiNZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KLudpyrRQXI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609571051162973586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmZa50VEQ4Q/TdkzJnbiNZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/KLudpyrRQXI/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwiGOG6az4k/TdkzJF8wGBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3klvLJaq4es/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609571042175490066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vwiGOG6az4k/TdkzJF8wGBI/AAAAAAAAAUo/3klvLJaq4es/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My once clean niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7d_LRliOxjU/TdkzI63ZS_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/SG-3-6WqDZ4/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609571039200234482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7d_LRliOxjU/TdkzI63ZS_I/AAAAAAAAAUg/SG-3-6WqDZ4/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wGkD5L5Uc-E/TdkzIlzaCFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HWMTK2h72OE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609571033546360914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wGkD5L5Uc-E/TdkzIlzaCFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/HWMTK2h72OE/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Never knew girls could get so dirty this was when we made them get out about 3 hours after they first got in needless to say they spent about an hour and a half in the firehouse showers trying to get caked in mud out of their hair, and is still not all out after a bottle of shampoo then they were using hand soap in thier hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nJgvJlyruY/TdkzIDmUs4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sT3rlOB0pAQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609571024364680066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5nJgvJlyruY/TdkzIDmUs4I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/sT3rlOB0pAQ/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is they had fun, another day two cousins that are best friends shared and loved, after the showers they reinflated the bouncy house and slide and had fun until the wee hours of the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-8374185470127648335?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8374185470127648335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8374185470127648335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8374185470127648335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8374185470127648335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/05/rescue-truck-that-isnt-just-that-and.html' title='The Rescue truck that isn&apos;t just that and dirty girls'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k3eCEDtSmzM/Tdk0GHH0WFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/zpudXcGADKw/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-4359890899544371624</id><published>2011-05-19T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:54:43.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another thing I haven't had time for</title><content type='html'>My blog is just another thing in my life that I have ignored but another thing that I feel I might have todo in part of decluttering my life. One thing that my children and myself have learned in the past few weeks if there is something we want todo or something we need todo the time is NOW!! With the news of Kenny's friend fighting for his life yet again this is the 5th or 6th cancerious brain tumor he has had, how much more can this body of a 13yr old take my son prays for him daily and has for the two years since his first tumor. That along with the death of a beloved man whom not was only a great person in the lives of my children at school he was also a family friend and neighbor. The kids at school have decided on 3 great memorials for someone whom is already truely missed at school and in thier hearts. RIP Mr. R. you will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my camara to upload the pictures of the mini birdbath Makayla made my mom for Mothers day, I should go take pictures of my Mothers day present while its not raining out this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you know I have to put a picture of one of the kids up this was Easter morning when Maranda got home from Myrtle Beach Miss Makayla was so excited to get woke up by sissy she had to grab the camara and take a picture of her getting her gifts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB4_rlMBSMU/TdUPLGPSXNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5AF31GARx3U/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608405594287529170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB4_rlMBSMU/TdUPLGPSXNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5AF31GARx3U/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of what Maranda texted her sister and brothers while she was away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfBJ2_IpOpE/TdUPK8tbPPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EH6GslFSPrQ/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608405591729585394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfBJ2_IpOpE/TdUPK8tbPPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/EH6GslFSPrQ/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Texted I recived from her, I love that my 16yr old still misses me while she is on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbD_2BDDA6Y/TdUPKqVwtEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CTbJx-qChz0/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608405586798490690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbD_2BDDA6Y/TdUPKqVwtEI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CTbJx-qChz0/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course these pictures are in the wrong order I can never get them right on here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The completed birdbath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xPGAy4xWVQ/TdUPKflAO_I/AAAAAAAAATw/2jIZoQ8Bi7s/s1600/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608405583909633010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3xPGAy4xWVQ/TdUPKflAO_I/AAAAAAAAATw/2jIZoQ8Bi7s/s320/060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top view of birdbath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXwilL_Xchw/TdUOGEK-hmI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ye69fYaClYU/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608404408321607266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AXwilL_Xchw/TdUOGEK-hmI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ye69fYaClYU/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby girl working on birdbath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iX_YOl6P7OI/TdUOF3LSuwI/AAAAAAAAATg/iqJFPLoTOnM/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608404404833270530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iX_YOl6P7OI/TdUOF3LSuwI/AAAAAAAAATg/iqJFPLoTOnM/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still working on birdbath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yj1JQ7Gu-7s/TdUOFQzCQHI/AAAAAAAAATY/pLoPOSlrzLM/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608404394530979954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yj1JQ7Gu-7s/TdUOFQzCQHI/AAAAAAAAATY/pLoPOSlrzLM/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; supplies she used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLRw7cTjmww/TdUOFCQAFvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/kAys_VAILJE/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608404390625941234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLRw7cTjmww/TdUOFCQAFvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/kAys_VAILJE/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just another shot of supplies she used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip7fFcTMP0Q/TdUOE-CUnVI/AAAAAAAAATI/WdFxwJC-eiM/s1600/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608404389494824274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ip7fFcTMP0Q/TdUOE-CUnVI/AAAAAAAAATI/WdFxwJC-eiM/s320/052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was much loved by grandma now I need to get the stuff for her to make me one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally found my camara to upload the pictures of the mini birdbath Makayla made for my mom for Mothers day I really should go outside and take pictures of my mothers day gift since it isn't raining yet today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-4359890899544371624?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/4359890899544371624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=4359890899544371624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4359890899544371624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4359890899544371624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-another-thing-i-havent-had-time.html' title='Just another thing I haven&apos;t had time for'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZB4_rlMBSMU/TdUPLGPSXNI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5AF31GARx3U/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2290905984220747116</id><published>2010-10-16T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T05:32:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes girls you are great and have the proof you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; night at practice the girls got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; final results from last Saturdays &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;.  Also watched a DVD of their performance that one of the judges voice dubbed the whole performance with what was right and what they needed to work on.  Her biggest thing was they needed to smile more they looked like they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concentrating&lt;/span&gt; to make everything perfect.  They have been told over 1000 times to smile by their coaches.  And each of them knew they weren't and were mad at themselves after the fact.  You girls will get there, promise you will.  Judge said that they did almost everything perfect.  She didn't notice during their performance that one stunt group didn't go up during one stunt but after watching &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;several&lt;/span&gt; times she noticed and said that you couldn't even tell that they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to stunt they did what they were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to when you can't get up and she applauded them for that.  She also told them that they have to remember the two squads that did advance to Albany have their own facilities and mats that they can set up just like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; and that before their Pop Warner days are over they will move on because they are good and with being such a big &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squad&lt;/span&gt; she knows they enjoy what they are doing and work very hard.  And they do work very hard and have overcome &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obstacles&lt;/span&gt; this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night at practice their coach handed out framed final score sheets to each of the girls and told them all they should be proud and this was their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trophies&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;.  They received no deductions at all at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;.  In her 8 years as our cheer coordinator she has never had a squad not have any deductions at all.  She said it was all them she deserved no credit for it because she is not on that mat with them and these girls make up their own routine with some help from their coaches but the girls have the final decision on what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do have little things to work on and their are, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what the next few practices are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just need to remember when they go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Utica&lt;/span&gt; on November 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; is to have fun and SMILE&lt;br /&gt;and that WE ARE PROUD OF YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-2290905984220747116?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2290905984220747116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2290905984220747116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2290905984220747116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2290905984220747116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-girls-you-are-great-and-have-proof.html' title='Yes girls you are great and have the proof you are'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2033185221914024060</id><published>2010-10-11T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T07:47:42.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banner for Cheerleaders</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the biggest days that we have in Cheer leading every year our CNY Pop Warner Cheer Competition.  Our girls went in ready to dominate.  Lots of tears afterwards they went out and did their stuff great.  They were a little fast on their dance.  They took 3rd place for the second year in a row.  Nothing to complain about at all.  Hey your third best.  Tears were because the top two teams can move on and chance to Disney our girls their next competition will be the end for this year.  That's ok too because they ended up in 2nd place for Northern district.  This year they will try and fight for that first place position.  Girls don't ever forget you did great yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and the coaches loved the banner.  All the girls were looking for their names to make sure they were on it.  Yes of course they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First off you know I have to put a picture of one of the reasons I do everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss Makayla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TLMhVZu4jRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/blq3H8KNvgE/s1600/P1040825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526797819282230546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TLMhVZu4jRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/blq3H8KNvgE/s320/P1040825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Banner hanging inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TLMhVGSMVhI/AAAAAAAAASw/k1ig3-DQRwc/s1600/P1040823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526797814061618706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TLMhVGSMVhI/AAAAAAAAASw/k1ig3-DQRwc/s320/P1040823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little less than half of the girls on the squad with the banner outside waiting to enter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TLMhURDK2II/AAAAAAAAASo/nPH1iO_ZgF4/s1600/P1040814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526797799771527298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TLMhURDK2II/AAAAAAAAASo/nPH1iO_ZgF4/s320/P1040814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/25187597436841200-2033185221914024060?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2033185221914024060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2033185221914024060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2033185221914024060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2033185221914024060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2010/10/banner-for-cheerleaders.html' title='Banner for Cheerleaders'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TLMhVZu4jRI/AAAAAAAAAS4/blq3H8KNvgE/s72-c/P1040825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1568237524252908468</id><published>2010-09-09T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:02:19.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David, Kenny, and Makayla's first day of school</title><content type='html'>First I have one more picture of the race car this was after the race in the pits, I think he needs to get ahold of my bil to paint a new helmet for him since the new car will probley end up with this color sceame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ6P0RWjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K3t8eIbFqdg/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514957811556112946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ6P0RWjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K3t8eIbFqdg/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesturday was the first day of school for David, Kenny and Makayla.  Maranda started her sophmore year today.  Yesturday was just for freshmen.  I had to work yesturday morning so I missed them getting on the bus for the first day of school.  I had a hard time with that since I have always been there for them.  I called them before they left for the bus stop and I wanted to cry because I wasn't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla and her two best friends Payton (Makayla) and Jade still can not believe they are only a few months apart in age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ5t0JVdI/AAAAAAAAARw/eEqkdgQ4ea8/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514957802428782034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ5t0JVdI/AAAAAAAAARw/eEqkdgQ4ea8/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Jock and my diva Kenny's last first day of elementary school Kayla's first day of 5th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ5IyK0SI/AAAAAAAAARo/Lw8x5z89Eok/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514957792488378658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ5IyK0SI/AAAAAAAAARo/Lw8x5z89Eok/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David's first day of 8th grade, his last first day in Jr. High next year on to highschool with his sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ4j0EaNI/AAAAAAAAARg/IiJm-NHFnZQ/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514957782564235474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ4j0EaNI/AAAAAAAAARg/IiJm-NHFnZQ/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-1568237524252908468?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1568237524252908468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1568237524252908468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1568237524252908468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1568237524252908468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2010/09/david-kenny-and-makaylas-first-day-of.html' title='David, Kenny, and Makayla&apos;s first day of school'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkQ6P0RWjI/AAAAAAAAAR4/K3t8eIbFqdg/s72-c/030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2383090119024070152</id><published>2010-09-09T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T09:46:38.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 International Budwiser Classic Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was Classic Weekend at the track this is the big race of the year.  We didn't race too much this season since any luck Jay had was bad luck, which did not end this week he only did 89 out of 200 laps due to a hole in his fuel cell.  Next year will be better it just has to be.  These pictures are from the beginning of the race during driver introductions (and they are backwards which is common for me)  He didn't even time trial into this race he had to run the consi where he started 10th of 12 and finished 4th which was good since they only took the top 7.  He had to start 30th of 34 in the race and finished 26th.  This was not a good race for many.  Lots of wreaked cars with a whole off season of work todo before they are race ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crew saying good luck in this picture My brother Mike, Brother Kenny, Not sure in the black, Jays best friend Gary, Jay in the car and my sister Colleen (Getting Jays gloves for him) Mike is always the last to talk to him before he goes on the track, also gets him buckled in so he knows hes safe in the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLeP9Nc-I/AAAAAAAAARY/Orq8AyJRe2o/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514951832999130082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLeP9Nc-I/AAAAAAAAARY/Orq8AyJRe2o/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jay listening to moms last words of luck and to get his butt up there and race hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLd7lBjeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hNT_7wiZ7_I/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514951827528977890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLd7lBjeI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hNT_7wiZ7_I/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver and crew picture, Of course hes always infront of fence but we will get the track pics, this is just an extra I took.  The new color and new body panels look great.  Many people thought it was his new car but some good friends and some tlc made the old car look new again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLdbxKvsI/AAAAAAAAARI/NCaGJP34_6g/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514951818989977282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLdbxKvsI/AAAAAAAAARI/NCaGJP34_6g/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Track saftey crew wishing a safe good clean race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLdKvEzAI/AAAAAAAAARA/yra3KQmaEN4/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514951814417796098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLdKvEzAI/AAAAAAAAARA/yra3KQmaEN4/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for his car to get into his position, behind his case of Bud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLcvxQYyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qYrKvECHEGg/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514951807179186978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLcvxQYyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/qYrKvECHEGg/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-2383090119024070152?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2383090119024070152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2383090119024070152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2383090119024070152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2383090119024070152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2010/09/2010-international-budwiser-classic.html' title='2010 International Budwiser Classic Weekend'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TIkLeP9Nc-I/AAAAAAAAARY/Orq8AyJRe2o/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-268919913424189228</id><published>2010-07-29T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:45:31.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we are doing for the next 10 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TFIpYd-W-eI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7m9YjI-uroM/s1600/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499503595312576994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TFIpYd-W-eI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7m9YjI-uroM/s320/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not a cheerleading mom really I'm not but my baby girl loves it so much I tolorate it for her.  The one thing that I do love about it is compition.  Just watching what they can do at their age groups are just amazing and I do mean amazing.  Once school starts the girls all move inside and is closed practice so parents do not see what the girls are doing.  And then to see them on their big day is (yes) amazing.  Since I can't convince her to play football no matter how hard I try we will remain in Pop Warner cheerleading for another 5 years or so. Since we do not have jr. high cheerleaders most stay in Pop Warner until high school which we will do.  I do love seeing my shy quiet little girl become a loud, proud Cheerleader at games and at compition.  I will say for their first year of actual competeing they did very well placed 3rd at local and 2nd in Western State.  This year will be even better.  Mommy is very proud of you baby.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TFIo9-0_TnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rE1XL5_j8Uw/s1600/Kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499503140275179122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TFIo9-0_TnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/rE1XL5_j8Uw/s320/Kenny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now this is more my thing.  I love football especially when seeing so many of the other teams players on the ground.  And my baby boy putting them there.  I am a football mom. I guess that comes from haveing 4 brothers that played the first 10 of the 26 years we have had a Pop Warner here and this is my sons 4th and final year.  Next year we are on to the big bad Jr. High team then on to the bigger badder high school teams.   But Buggie this is your year to shine Mommy loves you and is very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These next 10 weeks are all about my two little ones which aren't so little at 11 and 12 but they are my babies, also not that the last 7 haven't been about them already since we are in baseball and softball season for the next couple of weeks anyways.  Ball games during the day and football and cheer in the evening.  Going to be fun.  A little less sleep for me (not getting that much as it is) but that's ok I do what my kids want and they want to play ball, football and cheer.  As well as the other things the two older ones do.  More to come one them another night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny was happy when we got to the meeting for football tonight and seen that his coach kept his promise and came back to coach the rest of his boys(been his coach all along) his son is moving on to Jr. high this year.  He looked at Kenny and said I want that hair cut tight, and Kenny said yes coach I know.  I have been begging him for months to get it cut.  So tomorrow at 2:00 I will no longer have a hair bag since David got his cut the week before school ended.  Starting monday were off to practices 4 nights a week 3 hours a night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-268919913424189228?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/268919913424189228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=268919913424189228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/268919913424189228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/268919913424189228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-we-are-doing-for-next-10-weeks.html' title='What we are doing for the next 10 weeks'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TFIpYd-W-eI/AAAAAAAAAQo/7m9YjI-uroM/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3589963045333127108</id><published>2010-07-20T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:46:54.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TEXctRLOTYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xI2vXMke-7c/s1600/38040_1450257210399_1052304056_1300178_4373030_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496041590538259842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TEXctRLOTYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xI2vXMke-7c/s320/38040_1450257210399_1052304056_1300178_4373030_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TEXcs7xyXvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yRTo3jW9vcc/s1600/38502_1450249010194_1052304056_1300165_7044186_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496041584794427122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TEXcs7xyXvI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yRTo3jW9vcc/s320/38502_1450249010194_1052304056_1300165_7044186_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a week it has been tomorrow will be my first day off in 8 days.  I always work 4am til either 10am or 12:30 pm.  I always work Sunday morning's, and have Monday's off.  Well this past Saturday the fire department my brother volunteers for had their annual Smoker, which is one of the 4 times my brothers, my sister and myself always go out together.  I switched my Sunday morning for her Sunday night.  My boss came to me and said that would not work because I had to open on Monday.  I told her that I always had Monday's off she told me no longer would I have them starting this week.  What the heck not fair at all.  Well I made it work I closed at 12:30 am Monday and opened at 4:00am on Monday just so that I could go Saturday.  Slept when I got out at 10:00 on Monday until 8:00 pm got up for two hours and went back to bed to be to work this morning at 4:00 am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday was my Miss Emma's second birthday(my niece).  On Saturday my sweet angel baby would have been 4(my nefhew) Joshua is so missed everyday by our whole family.  It is just so hard on all of us.  I think that it was why it was so important to be with my family that night.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning Maranda went to her friends birthday party which was a paint ball party her and one of her friends tripped over a log and Maranda broke a couple of fingers on her hand which is nothing new the girl breaks her toes all of the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night with my girls (all of us in the pics above) we had a riot.  Along with others, but we always have fun when we go see Under the Gun a local band two members are in the pics with us.  We just don't have enough of them anymore we used go out together all of the time.  Just can't find the time anymore todo so only a couple times a year.  Worst part about it.  One of my friends broke somemore bones in my foot.  I just don't remember what he did to make me do it.  My foot is swollen and bruiesed,  but I do it all of the time and there is nothing that they can do for it except for my to stay off it but that don't work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3589963045333127108?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3589963045333127108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3589963045333127108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3589963045333127108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3589963045333127108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TEXctRLOTYI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xI2vXMke-7c/s72-c/38040_1450257210399_1052304056_1300178_4373030_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-6647588777935736544</id><published>2010-07-13T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:54:42.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxtgh58dYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mN3h8b2jXPA/s1600/19047_106997835980781_100000116965966_195633_5924386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493386051109811586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxtgh58dYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mN3h8b2jXPA/s320/19047_106997835980781_100000116965966_195633_5924386_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture it was taken at camp a couple of years ago.  Kenny, Derek, Jay and Mike mean the world to me.  They are my best friends and wost enemies.  But I wouldn't change that for the world. &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/25187597436841200-6647588777935736544?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/6647588777935736544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=6647588777935736544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6647588777935736544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6647588777935736544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-brothers.html' title='My brothers'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxtgh58dYI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mN3h8b2jXPA/s72-c/19047_106997835980781_100000116965966_195633_5924386_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8314306352064480161</id><published>2009-06-16T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T19:04:34.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to get ready</title><content type='html'>With the end of the school year and having to get ready for two parties.  I have alot to get done.  Since the weather has turned nice I have not really done to much crafting.  But since I am having a 10th birthday party for Makayla on July 10th and a graduation party for Maranda and David on July 12th plus with a big race to go to on July 11th, I really need to get working on things.  Heres some of the things I have gotten done last night and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fleece rag garland will be used at the concession stand for Makayla's birthday party which is a Hannah Montana drive-in party.  This will also be used on the girls Christmas tree in thier room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhLQoiZLAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/08vxb8Fh7DM/s1600-h/Picture+338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348107306634128386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhLQoiZLAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/08vxb8Fh7DM/s320/Picture+338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhLQGSpaXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8K8C3xaXdDI/s1600-h/Picture+337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348107297441278322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhLQGSpaXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8K8C3xaXdDI/s320/Picture+337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post-it note holders for kids teachers for end of the year gifts and for some of the staff as remember me gifts from David, I made 12 all together tonight, most were smily faces since most of the staff calls David "Mr. Smiley" since that's all he seems todo this year.  He has matured so much this year and has become a great student.  I guess 6th grade has agreed with him.  During Easter break the kids made polymer clay shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKV0B8JDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v5AFUjrhv1M/s1600-h/Picture+352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106296106951730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKV0B8JDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v5AFUjrhv1M/s320/Picture+352.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for David's main teacher, he alway's comments when she gets new shoes.  He also has two aids in his classroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKVT6fRWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nFb4xPvc3B0/s1600-h/Picture+353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106287485764962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKVT6fRWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nFb4xPvc3B0/s320/Picture+353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is for Makayla's teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKVEl54HI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9DYirprUZ4c/s1600-h/Picture+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106283372896370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKVEl54HI/AAAAAAAAAO0/9DYirprUZ4c/s320/Picture+354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kenny's teachers.  She loves fishing.  She has organized the 4th grade fishing derby since she started teaching many years ago.  My brother had her for a 4th grade teacher about 25 years ago.  She is retiring this year.  I would have loved for Makayla to have her as a teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKUqKy4GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nZby-mUBBGE/s1600-h/Picture+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106276279869538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKUqKy4GI/AAAAAAAAAOs/nZby-mUBBGE/s320/Picture+355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is fabric that I spray bottle tye-dyed pink and purple today.  I did alot of it.  It will be used for Makayla's birthday banner, and goodie bags.  Which I will work on tomorrow as well as her pinta, which was going to be a guitar, but I am having trouble keeping the base together so I am making a disco ball instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKUZIHfNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zyJ3Q6JA1xQ/s1600-h/Picture+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348106271705234642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhKUZIHfNI/AAAAAAAAAOk/zyJ3Q6JA1xQ/s320/Picture+356.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;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/25187597436841200-8314306352064480161?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8314306352064480161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8314306352064480161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8314306352064480161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8314306352064480161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-to-get-ready.html' title='Starting to get ready'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SjhLQoiZLAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/08vxb8Fh7DM/s72-c/Picture+338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1226405933256569211</id><published>2009-06-10T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:22:44.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending the day with my not so baby boy</title><content type='html'>I learned something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, my baby boy is no longer wants to be my baby.  I love all my kids but for some reason Kenny has always been the one that I have a very special relationship with, he has always been my baby, my cuddle bug and a big mommy's boy.  I still get hugs and once in awhile I hear mommy from him, but like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt; and David he is starting to grow up and wants to be on his own.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; I got to spend the whole day with him, when he would be around me that was.  They held their 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade Fishing Derby and grade level picnic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.    He had fun fishing with his friends and this group of friends had all the girls surrounding them.  It was so funny to see.  His teacher was telling me that the girls all flock to this group of 5 boys.  She said in her 30 years of teaching 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade it has been this bad.  She also told me all the girls cling to Kenny like they did my brother over 20 years ago when she had him in her class.  Of the group of 5 boys 4 of them play all the sports they play together.  Kenny did come over to me at one point and said mom lets go find a quiet place to eat lunch.  Since it was their day they could eat at any time.  I went to the car to get our lunches and we found a nice place under a tree to eat lunch.  We talked and ate.  One of his friends came over he was eating with his dad (whom happens to be my boys baseball coach), his friend was taking a picture of Kenny on his Cell phone.  Next thing I know Kenny is taking his phone out of his pocket and doing the same thing.  I told Kenny he isn't supposed to have his phone at school and he said his teacher didn't care as long as they were off, during school.  I guess you are someone important to be carrying a cell phone in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade.    Many of the kids didn't catch fish but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; alright.  Many got bored with fishing and there were a few kickball and baseball games going on around the pond grounds.  They had fun.  They went back to school where they had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; sundaes supplied by a local Ice cream shop that the owners have a daughter in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; grade.  Which is the same girl that is just in love with my Kenny.  She is the one that is always bringing him coupons for free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; cakes when ever she is at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; shop.  Her mom had me bring the kids over to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; had prints on the wall.  They are having kids that come in add &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hand prints&lt;/span&gt; to be like a boarder around the shop.  When I took the kids in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; daughter was there and they put their hand prints next to each other.  It is cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the boy Josh that he played football with last year that is sick, can no longer attend school.  My best friend has one son in 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and was at the Fishing derby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; she called Josh and told him that Kenny was there and Josh walked down to see Kenny and fish with him.  I was so proud of my baby boy, he told his other friends that he wanted to spend some time with Josh and they went and found a quiet spot to fish and talk.  They talked about how he has the new tumors, and the next upcoming surgeries.  How Josh felt in general.  Kenny told me that Josh is really scared this time.  He just thinks they are going to keep coming back.  They also made plans to get together before he has the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; next month, Kenny promised to come see him in the hospital again.  When it was time for the kids to return to school Kenny went over to Josh before he left and gave him a hug and told him he was praying for him everyday.  And promised that I would take him over to see Josh soon.  When I got to the school for the afternoon concert Kenny said he wanted me to sign him out after.  He also told me he cried for Josh on the way back to school.  He later told me the whole conversation they had.  But he was happy that they had it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night was the last concert of the year.  And his last &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;string &lt;/span&gt;concert.  After much debate and thinking he has decided hes giving up the Cello and joining band and he is also joining chorus.  This past Monday they had band try outs and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Saxophone&lt;/span&gt;, his second choice was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;percussion&lt;/span&gt; but the band director saw his long fingers and didn't even let him try out for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;percussion&lt;/span&gt;.  His fingers are perfect for Sax.  He is happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n5jf-e-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Xj54ZVAn6_A/s1600-h/P1010156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345675889935809506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n5jf-e-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Xj54ZVAn6_A/s320/P1010156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny after the concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n5UO5CdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fgxlDZXNyVU/s1600-h/P1010155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345675885837617618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n5UO5CdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/fgxlDZXNyVU/s320/P1010155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another after the concert look at the shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n42Pi8hI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-z1S3aDEBJ8/s1600-h/P1010151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345675877787300370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n42Pi8hI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-z1S3aDEBJ8/s320/P1010151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny and Marcus(one of his best friends) before the start with band in back and some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;chorus &lt;/span&gt;on side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n4q5WroI/AAAAAAAAAOE/f5Nuzep7VHk/s1600-h/P1010148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345675874741431938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n4q5WroI/AAAAAAAAAOE/f5Nuzep7VHk/s320/P1010148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another of the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l3xINoII/AAAAAAAAAN0/LLarvUbqOTs/s1600-h/P1010146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345673660211241090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l3xINoII/AAAAAAAAAN0/LLarvUbqOTs/s320/P1010146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny getting mad at me for taking too many pictures of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l3jqMaMI/AAAAAAAAANs/b3Zuff0Qags/s1600-h/P1010145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345673656595671234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l3jqMaMI/AAAAAAAAANs/b3Zuff0Qags/s320/P1010145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; having to jump in one picture with Kenny at least I got her to stop giving him bunny ears and loser sign, but didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;realize&lt;/span&gt; she was sticking out her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; in this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l298h4QI/AAAAAAAAANc/4PtZpolUN0k/s1600-h/P1010143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345673646472028418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l298h4QI/AAAAAAAAANc/4PtZpolUN0k/s320/P1010143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two boys share music during concerts and they had dropped it off the music stand Kenny's trying to get them back in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l2exGNzI/AAAAAAAAANU/-O9uG1GM1dg/s1600-h/P1010140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345673638102578994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-l2exGNzI/AAAAAAAAANU/-O9uG1GM1dg/s320/P1010140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before entering the school.  Shirt all nice and tucked in.  He is such a cutie, especially when I get him out of the jeans and tee-shirts.  The sun was in his eyes and he wanted to get inside to visit before they had to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; seats.  That's my boy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/25187597436841200-1226405933256569211?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1226405933256569211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1226405933256569211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1226405933256569211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1226405933256569211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/06/spending-day-with-my-not-so-baby-boy.html' title='Spending the day with my not so baby boy'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si-n5jf-e-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Xj54ZVAn6_A/s72-c/P1010156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3717882801753908019</id><published>2009-06-08T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:06:34.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Racers are one big family</title><content type='html'>A week ago this past Saturday during practice one of the racers throttle stuck open and he crashed very hard into the wall in turn one.  The walls have foam against them at the turns but when you hit the wall going 100-130mph, the car just moves the foam and your in the wall.  We happen to sit at the first turn every weekend best place to sit at the track so this happened right in front of us.  He hit the wall at full speed, his car flipped a couple of times.  His car is trashed.  He has many broken bones but still waved to the crowd as he was put the ambulance, to show he was still with us, he has had a couple of surgeries to date and still will have more and a very extended hospital stay, and after a long recovery.  It was mentioned on one of the racing sites that the drivers should do a helmet pass to help with money for this driver and his long recovery.  The next day it was announced from the track fan club that there would be a helmet pass inbetween heats and feature races this past Saturday.  This borrowed picture from the fan club is of the drivers of the Super Modified, and Small Block Supers crossing the front of the track, for the helmet pass.  There may not look like a lot of fans in the stands but this is a very small section of the stands and it is very loud under there many sit in the open stands.  Also this is sometimes the only time that fans get to see the drivers that they watch and cheer for every week.  As some don't venture to the pits after the races are over.  My mom watched the races this past weekend from the tower so she was standing near the front pit stairs waiting for my brother to come up to give him her money.  There was a boy standing near her waiting for the driver of the #23 to come into the stands.  He is his favorite racer, and wanted to give just him his money.  My mom told him that she would make sure he found him.  The boy was amazed my mom was a raceing mom.  It was very cute.  He was so happy that my brother took the time to talk to him and took a picture with him.  Jay invited him down to the pits to come sit in his car after the races. When he came down he got to sit in the car, get an autographed picture and some #23 tattoo's. He also got pictures taken of himself in the car.   Kids love when the drivers let them sit in thier cars.  I think at least one of my kids have sat in every car at the track. Anyways the fans gave a total of $4200.00 during pass the helmet for the injured driver.  Which will be a great help to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si3KpBvyjWI/AAAAAAAAANM/zG2JQnIB2wE/s1600-h/Oswego+6[1].6.09+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345151138950974818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si3KpBvyjWI/AAAAAAAAANM/zG2JQnIB2wE/s320/Oswego+6%5B1%5D.6.09+060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jay didn't do to well this week.  He spun out in his heat all on his own.  Bent the nose of his car.  Got it fixed and during his feature got put into the inside hub by a rookie driver that shouldn't be on the track at all.  He couldn't race a super stock, or SBS so we don't understand why he thinks he can race a Super.  The way he hit him he knew that Jay was there, that means we went down in point standings a few positions.  Plus about $3000.00 worth of damage, many hours in the garage to get the car on the track this coming weekend.  But on a happy note Great Job Dave G. on three for three wins in the SBS think your going to make your years goal of track champion.  Were rooting for you weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3717882801753908019?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3717882801753908019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3717882801753908019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3717882801753908019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3717882801753908019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/06/racers-are-one-big-family.html' title='Racers are one big family'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Si3KpBvyjWI/AAAAAAAAANM/zG2JQnIB2wE/s72-c/Oswego+6%5B1%5D.6.09+060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3296329051637794016</id><published>2009-06-04T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:22:10.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlscouts and another racing picture</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post this picture during my last post but for some reason didn't.  On May 21st our Girl Scout Service unit had thier bridgeing ceremony.  Which for a Girl Scout is a big thing.  I remember as a girl crossing that bridge.  A few years ago Maranda did.  Maranda stayed in Girl Scouts to earn her Bronze Award in Junior Girl Scouts and was no longer interested.  That's ok.  This year was Makayla's turn.  Although she may not have the chance to be a Junior Girl Scout due to her great troop not having a leader.  The leaders daughter is no longer interested in Girl Scouts.  She has asked many of us to step up since we all help at the meetings.  I would love to do so but with 4 kids that have me running in 4 different directions usually 7 days a week.  I don't have the time do do so.  We do have one mother thinking about it due to she does not want to see these 16 girls splitting up they all have become very good friends.  Also she knows that all mothers will help out.  Here is the only semi-good picture I got from that night.  My girl crossed the bridge so fast.  This is when she was being greeted by the existing Junior girl scouts of another troop.  Another mother has some pictures that she has to email me when she gets a chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SihugK41UZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Se1kwvtf8rg/s1600-h/P1010127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343642456832692626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SihugK41UZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Se1kwvtf8rg/s320/P1010127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On one of the racing sites I visit he does a thread called "What do you Say" or something like that.  I loved this weeks one.  So I borrowed the picture from Pinners site.  The middle one is Jay.  Knowing him this is what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sihuf2kdY8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZGxS-EGmptA/s1600-h/Jay.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343642451378529218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sihuf2kdY8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZGxS-EGmptA/s320/Jay.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "All we need is duct tape and zip ties and we will have this fixed in no time"  "Also Jay either put on that hat of yours or get the duct tape and zipties to take care of that receiding hair line"  I think this is a first pic I have seen in along time with out a hat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay thinks that everything can be fixed with duct tape and zip ties.  His last year racing Super Stocks (NASCAR like) by the end of the season his car was held together with duct tape and zipties.   I don't think this picture was taken at our local track.  I know the driver on the left but the one on the right I just don't know.  Also the back ground is different, I just can't tell in the picture if the car is sporting a wing or not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3296329051637794016?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3296329051637794016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3296329051637794016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3296329051637794016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3296329051637794016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/06/girlscouts-and-another-racing-picture.html' title='Girlscouts and another racing picture'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SihugK41UZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Se1kwvtf8rg/s72-c/P1010127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8412553312689394847</id><published>2009-06-02T07:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:18:38.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Record bowls and other random stuff</title><content type='html'>Let me first off say that this post is very picture heavy, I uploaded the last months worth of pictures this morning and there were a few I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babies 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday is on June 23rd, she decided she wants a Hannah Montana drive in movie theme for her birthday.  Between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt;, Kenny and myself we have came up with a great birthday party.   We were looking online at different things and she said mom you can make this and that better than you get when we buy the stuff.  I have been looking at record bowls for awhile now on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;, those things go for $10.00 to $25.00 a piece.  I have thought about buying a couple anyways since I will use them for different things.  The other night I was getting ready to buy a couple and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; said no mom find out how to make them.  So google we go.  I had 9 of my old records in the garage.  My mom is going to look for the rest of them.  She thinks they are in the barn.  I ended up making 9 record bowls in 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.  Here are a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9QrR2WrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WT2dzGFZT1o/s1600-h/P1010138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743889649752754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9QrR2WrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WT2dzGFZT1o/s320/P1010138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9QLuVvoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IfN77YzyRjs/s1600-h/P1010137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743881179315842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9QLuVvoI/AAAAAAAAAMg/IfN77YzyRjs/s320/P1010137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9P4aJ4mI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DOT_7jg0P3A/s1600-h/P1010135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743875994378850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9P4aJ4mI/AAAAAAAAAMY/DOT_7jg0P3A/s320/P1010135.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/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9Pr_bDbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UoYJVoiTozQ/s1600-h/P1010134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342743872661032370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9Pr_bDbI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UoYJVoiTozQ/s320/P1010134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Memorial weekend my parents and brothers were camping at a local campground here in town.  Kenny wanted to fish these are three of the fish he caught and released.  The only way my kids will fish.  He was so proud of himself as was his dad.  This was his last and the biggest he caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU78l37y8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vt8AJPKnfPY/s1600-h/P1010133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342742445089868738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU78l37y8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Vt8AJPKnfPY/s320/P1010133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was his second and when they decided to get pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU78YLv-ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/F0FFVByISkI/s1600-h/P1010132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342742441414883730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU78YLv-ZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/F0FFVByISkI/s320/P1010132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Think that this is the same fish as above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU772_0geI/AAAAAAAAAL4/34xHvtXDwKY/s1600-h/P1010131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342742432506479074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU772_0geI/AAAAAAAAAL4/34xHvtXDwKY/s320/P1010131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the poppet I made for my niece Kali for part of her birthday gift on the day of her party since I had already given her a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; bear on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU77k34fFI/AAAAAAAAALw/0lADOjrJWmo/s1600-h/P1010129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342742427641347154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU77k34fFI/AAAAAAAAALw/0lADOjrJWmo/s320/P1010129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU77XYruLI/AAAAAAAAALo/RtlHRVp0dfw/s1600-h/P1010128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342742424020826290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU77XYruLI/AAAAAAAAALo/RtlHRVp0dfw/s320/P1010128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On May 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt; went on her 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade trip to Buffalo and Niagara Falls on the States side.  Although she had fun she wished they went into Canada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; it is much prettier to see the falls.  They did go on the Maid of the Mist (which she hasn't done since she was 5) Went in the cave of the winds which she had never done.  Buffalo Navel Yard she had never done.  Buffalo Zoo which we do try to visit at least once every other year.  It's a 2 1/2 hour drive for us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Navel ship they toured at the Navel Yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU5zwYLEEI/AAAAAAAAALg/zVry7fJ7IFk/s1600-h/P1010094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342740094267363394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU5zwYLEEI/AAAAAAAAALg/zVry7fJ7IFk/s320/P1010094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This peacock was sitting outside of the zoo, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me and told me it escaped from the zoo.  I guess it happens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; with this fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU5zX0vUDI/AAAAAAAAALY/4HEfKpDQHkY/s1600-h/P1010054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342740087676293170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU5zX0vUDI/AAAAAAAAALY/4HEfKpDQHkY/s320/P1010054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She took this picture from the bus.  The Maid of the Mist is in the water.  She said as soon as she saw the rainbow bridge she had to take a picture of it just for me.  I hate bridges they scare me to death.  Even our local ones when I get stuck on the middle of them.  This bridge, one in Ohio and one in Florida are the worst.  I really hate going into Canada on a very busy day because we are stuck on the bridge for up to 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU5yqaTTxI/AAAAAAAAALA/jWTZ9ljUJvs/s1600-h/P1010020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342740075485810450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU5yqaTTxI/AAAAAAAAALA/jWTZ9ljUJvs/s320/P1010020.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8412553312689394847?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8412553312689394847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8412553312689394847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8412553312689394847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8412553312689394847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/06/record-bowls-and-other-random-stuff.html' title='Record bowls and other random stuff'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiU9QrR2WrI/AAAAAAAAAMo/WT2dzGFZT1o/s72-c/P1010138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3490201028759205538</id><published>2009-05-30T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:59:03.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we have been doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiH9CxeEIOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4CMGTQ_H07U/s1600-h/pc-11.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341828857119121634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiH9CxeEIOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4CMGTQ_H07U/s320/pc-11.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep you guessed it spending time at the speedway.  It's that time of year for us.  Tonight was the second race of the season which was supposed to be the third.  But due to first race being rain out, it didn't happen.  This picture is actually from last weekends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSA&lt;/span&gt; race, Jay finished third which was great.  He was the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oswego&lt;/span&gt; regular to cross the finish line.  Which was a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accomplishment&lt;/span&gt;.  This is his third year racing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;division&lt;/span&gt; and every time he straps a wing on his car he gets better and better.  Tonight was a non wing show which most are due to something breaking in the rear of his car he was not able to compete in his heat race so he started 21 out of 22 cars his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; was 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place, he had 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; till the last second of the race he backed off a little because he was heading into the rear of another driver.  The driver next to him knew he was backing off so he went for it.  He also did a great job of avoiding wrecking his car tonight.  A car he couldn't pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; out most of the race spun right in front of him, Jay's nose was heading right for the spun cars nose and he did a great job of getting his car out of that situation within inches of a terrible crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to end year round cheer this past Friday, but that isn't happening now.  Since they have over 100 new cheerleaders signed up for regular season in all different age groups the cheer-coordinator wants the year round squad to show their stuff with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; cheer at the parents meeting on July 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  Regular season starts the first week of August so these girls are going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;practicing&lt;/span&gt; and cheering all the way until the end of October now and then all year cheer will start up again somewhere between November and January. Talk about commitment, this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few birthday presents to get done this coming week so will post pictures when they are done.  First set has to be finished tomorrow by 1:00 and I am no where near done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3490201028759205538?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3490201028759205538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3490201028759205538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3490201028759205538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3490201028759205538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-we-have-been-doing.html' title='What we have been doing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SiH9CxeEIOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4CMGTQ_H07U/s72-c/pc-11.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7847214133153526646</id><published>2009-05-13T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:26:57.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally made a poppet</title><content type='html'>I love craftster.org A member Ghille came up with a poppet pattern that she shares.  There are now hundreds of poppets around.  I have only had the pattern for a little less than a year now.  I don't  understand where my time goes that I can never do anything that I want todo when I want to.  But anyways during Spring Break Makayla and I got the pattern out of my book and went to work.  We did an ok job on her.  Makayla loves to design clothes for her whom we have named the model.  I haven't taken any pictures of her yet so can't post her yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that poppets are going to be birthday presents this year.  But I decided that I wanted 4 of my own done in things that my children love.  Here is the first one.  That Kenny has claimed as his own.  I told him that I was going to tell all his friends that he had a doll. He doesn't care because he will show all his friends his doll.  So now Boogalou Bob which is what Kenny named him has a home on Kenny's football shelf.  Of course Bob is a Football player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First picture is Bob with a picture of my football player Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHpy-CZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tKOobO1cYs8/s1600-h/P1000842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389101354781074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHpy-CZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tKOobO1cYs8/s320/P1000842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is him with his helmet in his lap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHiKLkJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YtwBlk4lHOU/s1600-h/P1000838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389099304652946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHiKLkJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/YtwBlk4lHOU/s320/P1000838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging out on the couch, Hmm same number as Kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHZtyXtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/u8dmRx9JOmA/s1600-h/P1000837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389097038077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHZtyXtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/u8dmRx9JOmA/s320/P1000837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of him, I don't know how I missed his shirt was that way when I took the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHMWaaqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/150uQgFRx5o/s1600-h/P1000836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389093450377890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHMWaaqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/150uQgFRx5o/s320/P1000836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helmet on ready to go on the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscG-sHoqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U7qFHAvnvps/s1600-h/P1000833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335389089783325346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscG-sHoqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/U7qFHAvnvps/s320/P1000833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is made from tan flannel, his hair is strips of brown wool felt sewn on in strips and cut.  His clothes are a little big but at some point I would like to make pads to put under the clothes.  I think he turned out pretty good, and I know I will get better at making them&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-7847214133153526646?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7847214133153526646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7847214133153526646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7847214133153526646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7847214133153526646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-made-poppet.html' title='Finally made a poppet'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgscHpy-CZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/tKOobO1cYs8/s72-c/P1000842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3772213770413387575</id><published>2009-05-06T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:59:21.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets go racing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgGv_w56scI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2POXy47U1OE/s1600-h/09p-25.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332736943777821122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgGv_w56scI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2POXy47U1OE/s320/09p-25.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's that time of year.  Racing time.  Oh how I love the smell and sound of racing.  This Saturday is the first race of the year which I will be missing since Miss Makayla has her hotel night with girl scouts.  Of course Mom has to go.  The worst part is that I am going to be so close to the track to hear them but far enough away to not smell them.  Theres just something of the smells of burning tires and menthol that gets me.   And I'm not the only one in my family that thinks so.  We all do.  In the past 13 years racing has become a part of our lifes.  Thanks to my brother Jay.  First motocross, and then dirt racing, and for the past 6 years its been asphalt.  For three years it was a Super Stock, now in the third year of the Supermodified.  First year "Rookie of the Year" and top ten in points, Second year a couple of heat wins, also a couple of close trying to win first race, plus top 4 in points.  This third year Jay's wishes are a few feature wins under his belt and top three in points.  We all know he can do it.  Last year he came in second place for one race and everyone kept coming up to him you would have thought he got first place.  He felt like he did.  That night the winner of the race was a first time race winner and it was great.  Jay kept saying I just couldn't get around you.  The other driver said I knew you were right there and kept telling myself he's going to get around me.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay good luck this season and will you get that feature win.  Sick of spending my money to watch you loose.  No only joking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3772213770413387575?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3772213770413387575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3772213770413387575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3772213770413387575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3772213770413387575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-go-racing.html' title='Lets go racing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SgGv_w56scI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2POXy47U1OE/s72-c/09p-25.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8214583994084126161</id><published>2009-04-30T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:40:11.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; David came home from school and told me that he got another award at school.  Then Kenny walked in the door and said mom I got an award at school, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; came in and said mom I got a hand in school today.  Our school district has 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt; of the kids in schools.  They are awarded for following these, with special days called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PBIS&lt;/span&gt; days.  There is no teaching on those day they can do different activities through out school.  The favorite this year has been Rock Band in the gym.  You have to earn the right to participate in these days.  They start by taking away 10 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; at a time and in 10 weeks you can loose your whole day.  The kids are told as well as parents are informed that your child has not earned the day.  These children are to sit in the office and do work all day (although most stay home.)  They also have a passport that the kids carry around school all day.  If they are caught following the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt; 20 times they get a free trip to the school store.  A teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;initials&lt;/span&gt; and puts the number of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;expectation&lt;/span&gt; they observed.  Once a month they give shout outs to the top 20 children that had the most passports filled in that month.&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;expectations&lt;/span&gt; are:&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Respectful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Responsible&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Be a Problem Solver&lt;br /&gt;Be Safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take a picture of the award since I can't hook my scanner up to this computer, but my camera batteries got left in and are now dead and of course they were the last of my batteries.  But the award says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU ROCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This certificate is presented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in honor of your being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Respectful, Responsible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Problem Solver and Safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lanigan&lt;/span&gt; Elementary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is signed and dated by the principal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They also brought home cut out hands with their names on them.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; didn't understand why she didn't get the certificate because she always follows the rules and never has gotten in to trouble.  But she was happy she got a hand.  David has made all monthly morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;shoutouts&lt;/span&gt;.  Kenny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; have made quite a few also.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But David really makes me proud.  This boy has grown up so much this past year, not only at school but at home also.  They have started him in regular 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade classes a couple of weeks ago and he is enjoying them very much.  His teacher said that in her classroom 12:1:1 he has made very good friends this year as he has in the other regular 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade classes.  She said that she picks them up from lunch or he comes back from his specials and he is always with a group of kids laughing and talking away.  When I went to parent/teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;conferences&lt;/span&gt; last week I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how many people told me that he has turned into a very liked, very mature, very polite young man.  This from the kid that they made me have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;psychological&lt;/span&gt; evaluation last year because he was trying to hurt him self and was suspended from school three times in the beginning of last year.  But then turned around and one year ago this month he was named one of 54 Students of the Year out of the 4000 in the school district.  I just hope his Jr. High and High School years are going to be as easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8214583994084126161?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8214583994084126161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8214583994084126161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8214583994084126161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8214583994084126161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-rock.html' title='You Rock!'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8833242447346704160</id><published>2009-04-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:37:40.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; is doing year round competitive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheerleading&lt;/span&gt; this year.  Last night was the first practice I was able to attend due to my work schedule.  It was different then last year that's for sure.  They were teaching the girls basket throws last night.  As well as getting bases and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;familar&lt;/span&gt; with each other due to some of the girls know each other and others don't because they are different age groups now.  Also because each coach has a different way of coaching they have to get all the girls on the same track.  My niece wants to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; so bad.  Last night they were going over everything while she was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;, I thought I had time to run to the bathroom before she was done.  Well I didn't.  During a drink break she comes over to me "Aunt Kimmy did you see my basket toss?"  No I didn't.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; said they did it as soon as I walked out of the room.  Oh well I know that I will see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from last years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt;, not a good picture because we were so high up and they were on the floor.  My mom has my disk that we bought that has the close up pictures of the girls.  They really didn't compete because of their ages but what they do is have the non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;competes&lt;/span&gt; in the morning and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon that way the girls are used to doing it and learn rules and such.  I think that is is when they were getting ready for the dance part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SfB2lFdN0LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3dWVkbq3DFQ/s1600-h/P1000602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327888738671251634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SfB2lFdN0LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3dWVkbq3DFQ/s320/P1000602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; and Kali(niece) the day before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; right before the game, it looks like they are doing coin toss.  They both look so clean I know that neither was when I picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; up that day because Kenny's game was away and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; stayed with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; and they went to a mud bog race at the fire department right after, their game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SfB2k867VbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q5_XNc1PZSY/s1600-h/P1000601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327888736379950514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SfB2k867VbI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q5_XNc1PZSY/s320/P1000601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; during the first part of the game when I came to tell her that we were leaving to go to Kenny's game.  It was their last regular game of the season.  Both Makayla's team and Kenny's team made it to playoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SfB2kqgtNRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OuqsMb16y5s/s1600-h/P1000600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327888731438134546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SfB2kqgtNRI/AAAAAAAAAJw/OuqsMb16y5s/s320/P1000600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8833242447346704160?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8833242447346704160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8833242447346704160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8833242447346704160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8833242447346704160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheerleading.html' title='Cheerleading'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SfB2lFdN0LI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3dWVkbq3DFQ/s72-c/P1000602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7877824440990360548</id><published>2009-04-15T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:36:17.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom I'm bored</title><content type='html'>Mom I'm bored is all I heard all morning yesturday.  I was having a bad morning as it was.  Told the kids to go outside and play.  Nope didn't want too.  Since there is only  a couple more months of school left I thought it was time to start working on end of the year teachers gifts.  So got out the poylmer clay and let the kids go to it.  This is only part of what were doing but will wait until another time to finish up need to get the rest of the supplies first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This first picture is the stuff that Kenny did I just love it.  His teacher loves fishing.  I think he was very creative about his stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8EXIGn1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_5ij7F4YMoE/s1600-h/P1000831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324939286293159762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8EXIGn1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_5ij7F4YMoE/s320/P1000831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Opps messed up the order of the pictures Kenny Makayla and I all love the food challenge shows we have been watching the Cake Challenge show for the past two weeks so they decided they were going to have a bake off they were timed too 10 mins to make a cake these were their favorites so we had to bake them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8EE-Qr_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/FnXwQewgwl8/s1600-h/P1000830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324939281420038130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8EE-Qr_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/FnXwQewgwl8/s320/P1000830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were other things that were made.  The green hearts will be turned into pins for Makayla's girl scout troop.  The smiley faces are going to be turned into a "remember me" gift for the school secertary from David.  Very few people have made an impression on him and she is one of them.  She call's him "Mr. Smiley" the reason for the smiley faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8D4viWRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FHIjM-ZemoM/s1600-h/P1000829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324939278137055506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8D4viWRI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FHIjM-ZemoM/s320/P1000829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just another picture of the stuff they made.  Of course a football and basketball had to end up  in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8DpXC-0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/th-h5l5A_RQ/s1600-h/P1000828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324939274007804738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8DpXC-0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/th-h5l5A_RQ/s320/P1000828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally the purse that I made for Makayla for Easter I finished it up this morning by lineing it with fleece.   She is very into purses at the moment and does not go anywhere with out one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8DfD-vII/AAAAAAAAAIg/fONQ-gNFTr0/s1600-h/P1000827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324939271243480194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8DfD-vII/AAAAAAAAAIg/fONQ-gNFTr0/s320/P1000827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-7877824440990360548?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7877824440990360548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7877824440990360548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7877824440990360548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7877824440990360548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom-im-bored.html' title='Mom I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SeX8EXIGn1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_5ij7F4YMoE/s72-c/P1000831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-619576031714862843</id><published>2009-04-10T07:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:27:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter eggs for Makayla's Girl Scout Troop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;I have a new favorite web site &lt;a href="http://www.oneprettything.com/"&gt;http://www.oneprettything.com&lt;/a&gt; while trying to come up with something different todo for Makayla's girl scout troop for Easter since making our string eggs turned out a desaster (we now know what we were doing wrong and will retry next year.  I found this &lt;a href="http://tinydecorblog.com/blog/2009/04/07/tutorial-easy-felt-easter-basket/"&gt;http://tinydecorblog.com/blog/2009/04/07/tutorial-easy-felt-easter-basket/&lt;/a&gt; and this &lt;a href="http://oneinchworld.com/blog/index.php/2009/04/fillable-soft-egg-tutorial/"&gt;http://oneinchworld.com/blog/index.php/2009/04/fillable-soft-egg-tutorial/&lt;/a&gt;  and here is what I ended up  with.  The girls loved them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt; Now its going to be on to their end of the year gifts.  Since next month is the end of the year for them and also the end of Brownies.  If Makayla is anything like Maranda these next couple of years will be her last in Girl Scouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is the completed ready to go to girl scouts.  Other stuff is Maranda getting ready to make dinner.  As soon as she walked in the house I made her stuff the eggs with the candy for me since I was trying to sew the handle on the basket but I kept getting mad at it so said forget it.  I will sew it on later for this basket will be used around Easter for other things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T4e0V45I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Qcf4jPrH7oo/s1600-h/P1000821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065514385597330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T4e0V45I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Qcf4jPrH7oo/s320/P1000821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over veiw of eggs in the basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T4LjHBTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N1p1Xt7OmcQ/s1600-h/P1000819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065509213046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T4LjHBTI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N1p1Xt7OmcQ/s320/P1000819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture of eggs they were all done in pink and purple wool felt.  I just love the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T3i8Ty9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jfdh9YL-ReQ/s1600-h/P1000817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065498312887250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T3i8Ty9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Jfdh9YL-ReQ/s320/P1000817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another picture of the eggs sorry I wanted another picture there but got the wrong ones while uploading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T3ZoNTlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5z2xTiZoc9s/s1600-h/P1000816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323065495812656722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T3ZoNTlI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5z2xTiZoc9s/s320/P1000816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-619576031714862843?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/619576031714862843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=619576031714862843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/619576031714862843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/619576031714862843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-eggs-for-makaylas-girl-scout.html' title='Easter eggs for Makayla&apos;s Girl Scout Troop'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/Sd9T4e0V45I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Qcf4jPrH7oo/s72-c/P1000821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-924673047766699074</id><published>2009-04-05T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:01:07.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just testing</title><content type='html'>Just testing to see if I can post pictures from this computer.  I don't know what I keep doing but I  crashed another computer so it is off being fixed when the kid that works on them for me can get to it.  He is busy with getting ready for finals.  No big deal when ever he gets to it.  His payment is just a pan of homemade mac and cheese his request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was last year leaving the race track not sure if it was a rain out or a practice Makayla and my nefhew both have thier "kids on track" passes on so I think it was the day of the rain out  when  we decided to wait until it let up and the sun was shinning 20mins after they called the rain out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdlhUelTaGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/39M7ilrudJQ/s1600-h/P1000427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321391439149754466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdlhUelTaGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/39M7ilrudJQ/s320/P1000427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-924673047766699074?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/924673047766699074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=924673047766699074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/924673047766699074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/924673047766699074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-testing.html' title='Just testing'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdlhUelTaGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/39M7ilrudJQ/s72-c/P1000427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-893199914974733500</id><published>2009-04-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:07:29.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down stairs bathroom makeover</title><content type='html'>I have not been able to sleep at night lately and it is because I decided to makeover my down stairs bathroom.  Nothing major just redecorating.  Well decorating nothing has been done to this bathroom since we lived here nothing on the walls, mini blinds are just on the window.  This room also serves as a laundry room if you could say that it is a very small room.  It will probley take a few weeks due to finances but I am going to allow myself a budget of $25.00 a week todo what I want in there.  I have been looking around for things that I can make cheaper than I can buy so I will be making alot of what is going in there.  First off the only storage in this room is two shelves above the washer and dryer and the medince cabinet that we do not use because it just is nasty.  well that is going to change.  I am going to try and make small cabnits out of a set of dresser drawers that held stuff under Makayla's bed for awhile.  I want to try and make two one for beside the sink and one beside the toilet.  Wondering if I can do it.  I have it figured out in my head but not too sure if it is going to work.  I will be taking before pictures sometime today and will post them along with in progress pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-893199914974733500?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/893199914974733500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=893199914974733500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/893199914974733500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/893199914974733500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/04/down-stairs-bathroom-makeover.html' title='Down stairs bathroom makeover'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-4795884842713640429</id><published>2009-03-29T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:16:00.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sock Hop</title><content type='html'>I don't know if its required everywhere but in our Girl Scout Service unit every Junior troop is required to put on one Service Unit activity.  Yesturday one of the troops held a Sock Hop.  Price to get in a package of socks that will be donated to a charity.  Plus $1.00 for a picture which I will post when I get it in the mail.  I seen it and its really cute but then again I think 99.9% of the time Makayla takes a cute picture.    Our troop leader and a few of us parents talked about it yesturday and we are going todo their Service unit activity next year when the girls are first year Juniors to get it out of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are quite a few pictures here but each has its own reason.  I made her skirt and hair tie out of a sheet from thrift store for $1.00.  Her shirt, shoes, slip to make underskirt (which of course we didn't get a picture of), and neck tie were from the same thrift store for $3.00 I know I paid $4.00 for it all.  Felt for the poodles for her skirt, shirt and socks (another thing we did not get a picture of) $1.00 but I only used about half of the sheet of it.  Socks 3pr for $2.00 lace that I used on the socks, and lace for underskirt were out of my stash.  For under $6.00 I don't think that I did too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off as soon as Makayla got ready her brothers and sister started saying "Look at me I'm Sandra Dee"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAXuTshdjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aAFMnHCDQfk/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318777244252993074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAXuTshdjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aAFMnHCDQfk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the detail on the skirt I ended up using black yarn to make the leash so that I could get some loops in it.  You can see some of the lace from the under skirt in this picture but I wish she was looking at me.  She has her sock donation in her hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAXOcFfeNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WO0en41nKxo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318776696749390034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAXOcFfeNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/WO0en41nKxo/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another full shot picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAWymGVKSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tODHGv9RgDY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318776218400925986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAWymGVKSI/AAAAAAAAAHc/tODHGv9RgDY/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dancing at the hop with one of her good friends Payton shortly after we got there she lost the belt and shirt came untucked as well as the shoes comeing off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAWY5IDG-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SZE0YjDulFw/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318775776831806434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAWY5IDG-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SZE0YjDulFw/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayla, Payton and Jade in the car they took the pictures in this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAV8gt4_kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0ZVzBj4qhTU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318775289243303490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAV8gt4_kI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0ZVzBj4qhTU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like that this picture is blurry I just love it.  The girls were having a great time  the jutebox in the background lit up also one of the decorations they had a dj there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAVe1_IBLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/44lKIHygpws/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318774779556660402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAVe1_IBLI/AAAAAAAAAHE/44lKIHygpws/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag racing and more of their decorations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAU4-etjjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LnCCHfZpelU/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318774129001598514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAU4-etjjI/AAAAAAAAAG8/LnCCHfZpelU/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More decorations this picture is going to be deleted from camera so blurry I don't know what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAUZMXzbcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nnfdpJHlmvs/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318773582974905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAUZMXzbcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nnfdpJHlmvs/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubble blowing contest.  Payton won along with another girl in this group this was her second bubble I actually made her loose her first before I got a picture because I told her I wanted to pop it on her face and I made her laugh.  The girls had two chances to make the biggest bubbles.  Thier prize was for an icecream at a local place that holds weekly sock hops during the summer months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAT7JItL2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pPl5lTFzl-k/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318773066710200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAT7JItL2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/pPl5lTFzl-k/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla, Payton and Jade (Makayla's best friend) in front of the car (can you believe these three girls are only months apart in age?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdATdDelNQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/knCa23Ra6d4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318772549795263746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdATdDelNQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/knCa23Ra6d4/s320/014.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;br /&gt;Makayla and Jade dancing away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdATBqttI3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Dhs0Smv-50/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318772079291343730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdATBqttI3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Dhs0Smv-50/s320/046.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makayla drag racing they had to blow the cars across the table (and of course they kept their cars afterwards) it was a really cute thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdASnV8UFmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OnNuGwkool0/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318771627038873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdASnV8UFmI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OnNuGwkool0/s320/031.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-4795884842713640429?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/4795884842713640429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=4795884842713640429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4795884842713640429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/4795884842713640429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/03/sock-hop.html' title='The Sock Hop'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SdAXuTshdjI/AAAAAAAAAHs/aAFMnHCDQfk/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3262754455230175325</id><published>2009-03-20T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T06:52:12.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They ask and mom delivers</title><content type='html'>Any one that knows me knows that if my kids ask me to make something no matter how bad it turns out they love it and mom delivers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off the beginnings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Makayla's&lt;/span&gt; poodle skirt.  You do have to remember this this the most complex clothing that I have made.  I have altered different clothing items to make costumes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt; for plays that she has been in.  I also made a few shirts and pants for dolls but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the extent of it.  I could not get the ribbon to turn right to make loops for the leash but of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; doesn't care and loves her skirt so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOb_zNC9OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CnypEfqaVg0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315263505606309090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOb_zNC9OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CnypEfqaVg0/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScObm7MKUNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rd4bwxR2f7E/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315263078253351122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScObm7MKUNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rd4bwxR2f7E/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScObN-CT03I/AAAAAAAAAFs/fBkuaunJWLc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262649520608114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScObN-CT03I/AAAAAAAAAFs/fBkuaunJWLc/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next piece was actually the first I made with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Poylmer&lt;/span&gt; clay and I made it a couple of months ago.  It was actually for my Kenny Ben's birthday April 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but he was home sick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt; and was helping me make the next item and said he really wanted me to make him something so I had to give it to him.  You can see some of the wire I used to make the post goal and I think I did a terrible job on it but he loves it.  It is now housed on his shelf next to last seasons Football trophy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOay6m1E6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y0GpRsC66EU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315262184743572386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOay6m1E6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Y0GpRsC66EU/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOaWWqCz8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/d4b9egUxIwo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261694057041858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOaWWqCz8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/d4b9egUxIwo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day David came to me and wanted an "Otto the Orange" to take to school today to give to a teacher that does not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SU&lt;/span&gt; basketball.  Yes that doesn't like it.  David and his teacher make posters and does other stuff to this other teachers door and classroom and he does the same with his favorite team to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; classroom.  So off to school my son went all in Orange complete with an Orange sock and a Blue sock, and this which I don't think turned out too bad I do wish I had did a couple things different like add the arms before I baked them but with something else I made those pieces tend to break.  I will get it sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOZ5i10PVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Zp8qa18PMmg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315261199111437650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOZ5i10PVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Zp8qa18PMmg/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a little closer up,  I really think I did somewhat of a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOZe8kt3nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eTcmodlrkuc/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315260742162570866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOZe8kt3nI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eTcmodlrkuc/s320/007.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&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/25187597436841200-3262754455230175325?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3262754455230175325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3262754455230175325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3262754455230175325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3262754455230175325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-ask-and-mom-delivers.html' title='They ask and mom delivers'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScOb_zNC9OI/AAAAAAAAAF8/CnypEfqaVg0/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3096171895962885874</id><published>2009-03-18T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:03:00.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenny's first concert</title><content type='html'>Last night we attened Kenny's first concert.  Since he is a first year music student they only perform in one concert.  Which Wow impressed me.  They sounded great.  Which yes by March they usually do.  After hearing him start with plunking to scratchy practice to actually being able to play that Chello that he just had to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago he brought home a note saying that they could either wear the tradtional black dress pants and white dress shirt or since the concert was held on St. Patricks day they could wear dress pants and a green shirt.  Ok no problem he has black dress pants and a green Tony Hawk polo shirt.  He comes down yesturday morning and his black dress pants are too short.  Jeeez we just got these for my grandfathers funeral in October.  This kid needs to stop growing taller.  He changed into tan pants I just went and got him new dress pants yesturday and found this green dress shirt I didn't think he would wear the tie but he loved that.  We get to the school and could not believe how most of these kids were dressed.  For the school in the district I would have been quite embarressed as a parent of most of these kids.  Ripped jeans, tee-shirts and such.  The chorus looked terrible.  Maranda was in chorus at this school and they would have been in such trouble if they had worn what these kids wore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.  Dave stood up towards the front so that he could video tape Kenny and during their last song someone stood right in frond of him to video tape also which we can hear them play but couldn't see Kenny.  I wish I knew where the cord to put the video up of one of the songs because its so cute you can see him talking out the song to himself to remember it.  He watched the video when we came home last night and said we sound great don't we. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish I could have gotten a close up of him just to remember how much the color of the green shirt brought out his green eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of Kenny with his first love his first electric guitar (along with Maranda's laundry sitting next to him)  He also has two acustic, three other electric guitars and a bass but this first electric is his favorite to this day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDruhJGVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/g1Gjv4iedr8/s1600-h/270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314506744700229218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDruhJGVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/g1Gjv4iedr8/s200/270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very blurry pic with his Chello before the concert, had a hard time getting close to get a good picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDrKAGW8yI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7GLEF8CQLjk/s1600-h/273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314506117355074338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDrKAGW8yI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7GLEF8CQLjk/s200/273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after they played  next to him is one of his good friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDqrLV0iOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nPiWnS6rLxw/s1600-h/276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314505587796773090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDqrLV0iOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/nPiWnS6rLxw/s200/276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another picture after they were done.  He did have dress shoes but those Tony Hawk's won out which they usually do this kid hes more comfortable in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDqQZsSWDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AmKcAQm3EeM/s1600-h/277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314505127792629810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDqQZsSWDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AmKcAQm3EeM/s200/277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3096171895962885874?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3096171895962885874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3096171895962885874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3096171895962885874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3096171895962885874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/03/kennys-first-concert.html' title='Kenny&apos;s first concert'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/ScDruhJGVmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/g1Gjv4iedr8/s72-c/270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8078162270054815408</id><published>2009-02-26T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:49:42.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Birthdays in a week</title><content type='html'>On this past Tuesday Maranda turned 14, today is my brother Jay's 31st birthday, this coming Monday my nefhew Mikey will be 14 and on Tuesday Dave will be 42.  Four birthdays in a week who ever planned that????? Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the day that my brother Mike called me and told me they were expecting Mikey it happened to be the same day I told him I was expecting Maranda.  At the time he was living in New Mexico and he called me at work and needed to tell someone but didn't want to tell my mom, funny thing was I didn't want to tell my mom either.  Our due dates were only two days apart.  My mom did not want to become a grandmother and here she was going to be a grandmother twice at once.  Once I told her she couldn't wait to become a grandmother.  Maranda was born during the worst snow storm of that year.  It started snowing the night before and didn't stop until 3 day's later.  That didn't stop my family from being there.  My sister was going in with me it was funny because she had called me an hour before I went into labour to find out how I was because she wanted to go out with friends, I told her I was fine and to go.  She told me where she was going just incase well she got the phone call an hour later, three of my brothers were there, Mike was on the phone, my mom, my stepfather, my aunt, one of my uncles and Dave were all at the hospital.  My mom called my father and told him and he said well let me know what she has.  (just another time I wanted my dad and he wasn't there).  My brother Jay walks in and tell's me to wait two days to have her.  We didn't know that she was going to be a girl but we all did know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Jay, the doteing uncle he has always been all my brothers have been when it comes to Maranda.  Right before Maranda was a year old he comes over to my house with some friends and his girlfriend (now his wife) this was the first time I had met Shanon.  He tells her you have to see my niece shes the cutest baby you have ever seen.  Maranda was sleeping and I told him not to wake her up and next thing I know he comes walking out of her room with her.  He said something and she woke up saying dork.  Jay has always been Uncle Dork to Maranda and she has always been Geek to him.  When she was a baby we always told her he was Uncle Dork.  Thus the reason I am Aunt Kimmy to his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nefhew Mikey whom we did not see until he was two months old.  My brother Mike called the morning his mom went into the hospital looking for our mom.  My mom couldn't be there because she couldn't leave me.  It was hard on her but impossible for her too be in two states at once.  She wasn't at home, and Mike wanted to be on the phone with her.  Dave told Mike to tell my nefhews mom to wait until the next day to have him.  I talked to my brother until my mom walked in my door an hour later.  Then she talked to him for almost 3 hours until my nefhew was born.  She was excited that she had a granddaughter and a grandson.  A few weeks later she flew down to see him and bring them back here for the summer.  Mike was in college there and had to wait until the semester was over to come home.  Even though Maranda was so young when my mom came home she wouldn't go to her or even look at her for days.  My mom went to pick her up and she cried for grandpa (my stepfather) at the time my real father had seen her maybe twice.  He didn't see Mikey until they were here for three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave what can I say, not much really.  His family didn't see Maranda until the day she turned a week old.  Why because it was his brithday exactly a week after our daughter was born and his mom wouldn't miss her baby's birthday.  At the time Maranda was born his youngest niece had just turned two and she was the biggest brat in the world at 16 she still his.  She was so mean to Maranda (funny because now they are really close).  His family is strange (to me anyways)  I have only ever seen his father three times.  He has only seen my two girls.  When Maranda was a baby my mom and I seen him at the store he was working at after retirement he came up too us and asked is that my granddaughter.  Makayla was 4 when Dave's nefhew was killed and my mom was on a cruise and we had to take her to the wake with us.  Not that she hadn't just been at her grandfathers (this was a month after my father died) so his father seen her their.  Kenny just said to Dave a few months ago Dad you have a dad?  Dave was telling me that he ran into his father.  He has two brothers.  One I met years ago and we have seen him probley 4 or 5 times in the 16 years we have been together.  His other brother is the one that had the son that was killed.  He works with my brother Jay.  Jay seen the last name and found out this was Dave's brother.  Matter of fact I am the one that told Dave's family that his nefhew was killed because Jay got an email thru work and called me and told me.  It was funny because he wanted us to come out to his house.  He knew whom I was and had pictures of our kids on his walls.  He had asked my brother if he could see pictures of my kids then asked if I would send in extra pictures of the kids.  I have always continued to give Jay a picture for him.  Even though we haven't seen him except for a couple times since.  It is my family that calls Dave on his birthday not his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8078162270054815408?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8078162270054815408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8078162270054815408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8078162270054815408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8078162270054815408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-birthdays-in-week.html' title='4 Birthdays in a week'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7627107765469933880</id><published>2009-02-22T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:38:22.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We have snow and  more on the way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SaF9IIzDSuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OQyoLvGhj48/s1600-h/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305659414773189346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SaF9IIzDSuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OQyoLvGhj48/s200/064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have at least 3ft of snow on the ground that we received Friday. Thursday you could see grass and mud on the ground and now you can't see anything but snow, snow and more snow. I tried to take pictures but kids took off with the batteries to my camera once again. I guess that we have another storm coming thru today at least someone told me that yesturday. All I see is light lake effect right now and theres probley 2 or 3 inches of new snow in the driveway. A couple of years ago I had this friend send me this email I saved it I don't know why maybe because I really can relate to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff Foxworthy on Upstate New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you consider it a sport to gather your food by drilling through 36 inches of ice and sitting there all day hoping that the food will swim by, you might live in Upstate New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're proud that your region makes the national news 96 nights a year because Saranac Lake is the coldest spot in the nation, and Syracuse gets more snow than any other major city in the US , you might live in Upstate, NY. (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Syracuse really doesn't get that much snow it is that they consider those of us in Oswego County that get the snow if they get more than 4 inches at once it closes most of the city)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your local Dairy Queen is closed from October through May, you might live in Upstate New York . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you get 131 inches of snow in a week and you comment that 'winter's finally here', you might live near Oswego in Upstate New York. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Well its not really winter until the first time we do receive that much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you instinctively walk like a penguin for six months out of the year, you might live, bundled up, in Upstate New York. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If someone in a Home Depot store offers you assistance, and they don't work there, you might live in Upstate NY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your dad's suntan stops at a line curving around the middle of his forehead, you might live in Upstate New York. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have worn shorts and a parka on the same day, you might live in Upstate New York. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Heck do this many times together, David would all winter long if I let him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have had a lengthy phone conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number, you might live in Upstate New York.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I had someone try todo this to me, but I didn't go for it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU KNOW YOU ARE A TRUE UPSTATE NEW YORKER WHEN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Vacation" means going South past Syracuse for the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You measure distance in hours.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Yea that's me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know several people who have hit a deer more than once.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Can't count the times Dave has came home and said he hit a deer on 481)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You often switch from "heat" to "A/C" in the same day and back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can drive 65 mph through 2 feet of snow during a raging blizzard, without flinching.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Can't everyone?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(No security lights but before I met Dave I would leave my doors unlocked, but he is from Syracuse where their crime rate is sooooo high he doesn't allow me to leave things unlocked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend/wife knows how to use them.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(I also know how to change a tire and check my oil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Not every year but you never know we might have snow on Halloween or may not get it until the middle of January)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(This is better than them trying to fix potholes in the winter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and road construction.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(This one is very true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can identify a southern or eastern accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down South to you means Corning .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your neighbor throws a party to celebrate his new shed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You go out for a fish fry every Friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your 4th of July picnic was moved indoors due to frost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have more miles on your snow blower than your car.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Since we both work right here in town this is so true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You find 10 degrees "a little chilly." and 55 is shorts weather.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Nope 5 degrees gets chilly once you have negitave temps 10 feels like a heat wave and 55 is shorts weather along with a hoodie just ask David, but then again he thinks 10 is shorts and a hoodie weather)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just had to share my comments in there. But with all this snow what am I thinking about?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Racing, Racing and more Racing.  This morning while going thru one of the racing message boards that I read daily I found this: &lt;a href="http://www.oswegospeedway.com/Home/tabid/36/ctl/ArticleView/mid/427/articleId/392/Default.aspx"&gt;http://www.oswegospeedway.com/Home/tabid/36/ctl/ArticleView/mid/427/articleId/392/Default.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This would be the greatest if he could win this, it would be almost enough to pay for his new car and engine also it would be a great first win in this division.  Now this will be his third year in the Super Modified the first year he was Rookie of the Year 10th in point standing (which was his goal) His second year goal was to be top 5 in point standings, and placed 4th in points, he also won three heat races.  This year's goal is to finish in top 3 and get at least one feature under his belt.  He has designed a car he is going old/new, the car builder said it is the most fun he has had building a car in years.  One thing I have to say is Don't let it go to your head Jay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-7627107765469933880?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7627107765469933880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7627107765469933880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7627107765469933880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7627107765469933880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-have-snow-and-more-on-way.html' title='We have snow and  more on the way'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SaF9IIzDSuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/OQyoLvGhj48/s72-c/064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-6802192646465330925</id><published>2009-02-19T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:36:30.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Christmas Oraments</title><content type='html'>Since I mass produce Christmas Ornaments every year, when I start looking and thinking what I am going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;to do&lt;/span&gt; I look for fast and easy.  Yea right these snowball's were far from that.  And they are supposed to be easy for kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;to do&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't remember &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; where I found the idea but it was somewhere on the web.  I am thinking it was either My Craft Book or My Craft Ideas, and I already shot out the printout that I had because this is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; never do again.  Some times I repeat for classrooms and such.  Since when I bought most of the supplies I had enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;to do&lt;/span&gt; 30 of them which will all be given away to family and most likely Kayla's Girl Scout troop.  I have 22 packaged and ready to go, the other 8 just need to be packaged but I ran out of the wrap I was using and have not been back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; to pick up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The supplies I used&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZ2kk-flqxI/AAAAAAAAADc/v4hAcKXdxIE/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576891270048530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZ2kk-flqxI/AAAAAAAAADc/v4hAcKXdxIE/s200/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The end product in stages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZ2kDaMLTWI/AAAAAAAAADU/eQgu1ZKvvO8/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304576314589269346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZ2kDaMLTWI/AAAAAAAAADU/eQgu1ZKvvO8/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-6802192646465330925?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/6802192646465330925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=6802192646465330925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6802192646465330925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6802192646465330925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009-christmas-oraments.html' title='2009 Christmas Oraments'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZ2kk-flqxI/AAAAAAAAADc/v4hAcKXdxIE/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-5148900129283790296</id><published>2009-02-13T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:56:59.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Finally the fleece blankets are done.  I hope that I won't have todo anymore this year I don't think my back could take it.  But I really do like the colored back with the cream or white fronts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Duckies (a little girl Randa babysit's) her birthday is tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZWlbBIRneI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2LxuIvmiBa4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302326019876822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZWlbBIRneI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2LxuIvmiBa4/s200/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers I did 2 in each color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZWk7s0dp1I/AAAAAAAAACs/FUXBuW-sFxM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325481849071442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZWk7s0dp1I/AAAAAAAAACs/FUXBuW-sFxM/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-5148900129283790296?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/5148900129283790296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=5148900129283790296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5148900129283790296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5148900129283790296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZWlbBIRneI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2LxuIvmiBa4/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3827926802949274377</id><published>2009-02-12T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:13:50.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my crafts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some of the crafts that I got finished in January.  I have a few more done but they are already packed away for Christmas 2009.  When I get this stuff packed away I will pull them out and take pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nieces fleece blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ8K2bBedI/AAAAAAAAACk/q4-Ix0ZOH90/s1600-h/293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301928818427132370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ8K2bBedI/AAAAAAAAACk/q4-Ix0ZOH90/s200/293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My nefhew's fleece blanket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ7mPfkFvI/AAAAAAAAACc/wuxpaEeIebc/s1600-h/294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301928189501904626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ7mPfkFvI/AAAAAAAAACc/wuxpaEeIebc/s200/294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This fleece blanket I have made two of and am working on the third they are for my SIL and two brothers girlfriends. I am really likeing the cream/white on colored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ6ws5yXcI/AAAAAAAAACU/J1oWEhPeMuw/s1600-h/296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301927269683584450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ6ws5yXcI/AAAAAAAAACU/J1oWEhPeMuw/s200/296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys valance I made sorry you really cant see to well but has about 5 different colors in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ6D2B2gjI/AAAAAAAAACM/On1SbEPc06c/s1600-h/297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301926499039216178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ6D2B2gjI/AAAAAAAAACM/On1SbEPc06c/s200/297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Material I used for boys dresser runner along with one of Kenny's treasures and Davids game cords unfortuntly the rest of the dresser has too much of their junk to take a full picture of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ5TRQboMI/AAAAAAAAACE/7t9McH8NXWs/s1600-h/298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301925664534536386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ5TRQboMI/AAAAAAAAACE/7t9McH8NXWs/s200/298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boys light switch cover made from polymer clay Kenny and I did I don't like it but they love it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ4rfb1WsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s-IFygS-lB4/s1600-h/299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301924981145688770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ4rfb1WsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/s-IFygS-lB4/s200/299.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;div align="center"&gt;Christmas aprons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ4T1uoQJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lTEI3t46xeY/s1600-h/292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301924574813241490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ4T1uoQJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/lTEI3t46xeY/s200/292.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="center"&gt;Christmas aprons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ3qZnNPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/kcq2u4WSSH0/s1600-h/291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301923862891282130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ3qZnNPtI/AAAAAAAAABs/kcq2u4WSSH0/s200/291.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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/25187597436841200-3827926802949274377?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3827926802949274377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3827926802949274377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3827926802949274377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3827926802949274377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-of-my-crafts.html' title='Some of my crafts'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQ8K2bBedI/AAAAAAAAACk/q4-Ix0ZOH90/s72-c/293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-7455697728463111053</id><published>2009-02-12T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:28:09.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Random pictures of the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQxiZq3rCI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Wauj2utcyo/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301917128397925410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQxiZq3rCI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Wauj2utcyo/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reason we spend every weekend of the spring &amp;amp; summer at the races&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQwdlNxYaI/AAAAAAAAABc/LZGOtXU5lCQ/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301915946086130082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQwdlNxYaI/AAAAAAAAABc/LZGOtXU5lCQ/s320/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2008 International Classic team picture (for some strange reason he is always placed infront of the fence, doesn't make for great pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQva_YK5tI/AAAAAAAAABU/zph4DfEUC0Q/s1600-h/181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301914802057832146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQva_YK5tI/AAAAAAAAABU/zph4DfEUC0Q/s320/181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey Uncle Jay I race better than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQutMKtiEI/AAAAAAAAABM/9Vp_hmeG7YE/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301914015217059906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQutMKtiEI/AAAAAAAAABM/9Vp_hmeG7YE/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "LETS MAKE A DEAL" You sign my shirt and I race your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQt3mxaNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/IYKO5YR0Gjs/s1600-h/179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301913094645757170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQt3mxaNPI/AAAAAAAAABE/IYKO5YR0Gjs/s320/179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But Uncle Jay I wanna race this beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQtGFlKRaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/poNOuRBnFmo/s1600-h/144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301912243922421154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQtGFlKRaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/poNOuRBnFmo/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forever Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQsbTyhGOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a2ZQEYagSxo/s1600-h/128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301911509002164450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQsbTyhGOI/AAAAAAAAAA0/a2ZQEYagSxo/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it Hanna Montana or Makayla?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQrmG6OyDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wAsNXQXK1oE/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301910595011790898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQrmG6OyDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wAsNXQXK1oE/s320/079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Come on David you know you love your Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/25187597436841200-7455697728463111053?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/7455697728463111053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=7455697728463111053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7455697728463111053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/7455697728463111053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-random-pictures-of-kids.html' title='More Random pictures of the kids'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQxiZq3rCI/AAAAAAAAABk/2Wauj2utcyo/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-547582807903612045</id><published>2009-02-12T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:58:38.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some random photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQqnNvp7zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YiCu4jKYkCg/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909514514722610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQqnNvp7zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YiCu4jKYkCg/s320/085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little sisters are a pain even to one of the 52 out of 4000 Teacher's Associations Students of the year 2008  Poor David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQpybpnSwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pmLqY90clBI/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301908607714413314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQpybpnSwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pmLqY90clBI/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My snotty flower (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt;) Alice in Wonderland Jr. May 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQpCA424YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fbea3j839cE/s1600-h/197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301907775896871298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQpCA424YI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fbea3j839cE/s320/197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kenny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Kali (niece) first game day of 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-547582807903612045?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/547582807903612045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=547582807903612045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/547582807903612045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/547582807903612045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-some-random-photos.html' title='Just some random photos'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XVc0h47fCWI/SZQqnNvp7zI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YiCu4jKYkCg/s72-c/085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-9144358245000122678</id><published>2009-01-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:15:50.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is here</title><content type='html'>Finally 2008 is gone.  2009 has to be a better year.  I have been trying to finalize my 2009 Christmas gift list.  All my extended family is getting home crafted gifts.  My childern are getting a little more of them then they usually do.  Dave he can just get his family whatever.  I am no longer worrying about them at all.  Especially the way they were this past Christmas.  He can get them something or else they have nothing from us.  I have already warned him that I was not buying or making for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-9144358245000122678?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/9144358245000122678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=9144358245000122678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/9144358245000122678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/9144358245000122678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-here.html' title='2009 is here'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2233697975527866651</id><published>2008-12-27T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T15:21:33.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas has come and gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Christmas is over.  It was a little different in our family this year.  Not only was it a tight Christmas with Dave being out of work at the beginning of the year and me for a while towards the end of the year.  The kids were still happy with what they got so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all that matters to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;This was the first year in my entire life that we did not have anything that we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt; on Christmas eve.  I did work until 8:00pm though.  Normally we spend Christmas Eve at my moms house that is when we have always had Christmas with my stepsister.  Well it has gotten to be to much for anyone to handle.  My mom decided to not have Christmas Eve this year.  Since all her children are at her house on Christmas morning to open gifts anyways.   Kids got to go to bed earlier on Christmas Eve and wake up earlier on Christmas morning to open gifts at home then get ready to Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's to open gifts there.  And have Grandpa's famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;omlets&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;After opening gifts at moms house we went home where my kids other grandmother, aunt and cousin would be coming for dinner.  Oh Joy.  I would have rather stayed at my moms house.  I cooked, I cleaned up just like Thanksgiving.  Why can't they ever have us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; house where I don't have to lift a finger.  Oh yea we tried that one year.  They decided to cook Christmas dinner a day early and eat most of it. So on Christmas day there wasn't enough for everyone and we went home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hungery&lt;/span&gt;.  That's his family for you.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Luckly&lt;/span&gt; my mom had so much left over that we went there to eat after we had been at his families house for dinner that we were invited for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Dave's niece was bragging on how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thier&lt;/span&gt; grandmother bought her Guitar Hero for Christmas (mind you she doesn't buy anything for my kids, because she says they already have one grandmother that gives them way too much, and that Dave and I buy what ever they want anyways).  My kids have learned that this is how she is and don't care anyways because they do get what they want from us and my family.  But it really hurts my children that she brags about it.  I always tell them not to worry about it.  Well David finally got sick of it.  He said (right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of his grandmother) Who cares that my dad's mom (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; not grandma) Guitar Hero, we get everyone when they come out, and my grandma and grandpa bought us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things for Christmas.  Dave told David he was being rude and I spoke up and said no he wasn't, she had that coming.  Then David went on to his cousin that at least he has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and she doesn't and his uncle bought them Guitar Hero World Tour for it, did she have World Tour, no she didn't.  I just let him give back to her what she has given to them all of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lifes&lt;/span&gt;.  David was bragging, and we talked later about it and I told him it wasn't right to brag like that and he told me I know mom but we are just so tired of her bragging and it hurts that grandma doesn't like them like she does their cousin.  I felt so sorry for my kids at that moment.  I had Three very loving sets of grandparents, my moms parents, my dads parents, and my stepfathers parents.  Who do my kids have my mom and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stepdad&lt;/span&gt;.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stepdad&lt;/span&gt; has been the best grandfather that they could ever have from the minute they were born.  They no longer have my dad whom was a great grandfather also.  Now they don't have the only other grandfather that they knew their great grandfather.  It has been hard on them.  They have never met their fathers father.  And I really feel sorry for my children that they have one set of wonderful grandparents and one set of wicked rotten grandparents.  Also that it really hurts them how their fathers mother does treat them.  She treats them like she does me, but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because I don't like her either, and after my conversation with David I don't care if my kids like her or not anymore either.  She has done it herself not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-2233697975527866651?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2233697975527866651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2233697975527866651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2233697975527866651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2233697975527866651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-has-come-and-gone.html' title='Christmas has come and gone'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-5332756905798340566</id><published>2008-12-21T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:05:10.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>About a month ago now my computer crashed big time so much that it can no longer be fixed.  Well you would think it was the end of the world in my house.  I don't know whom is worse me or the kids.  But we will live with out a computer for a few more weeks since there is just no money to buy a new one right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been happening around our house is just so much.  Everyone rushing to try and get ready for Christmas.  Which is going to be very slim this year with just the money amounts of items my children want.  As they get older so do their toys and I only have one teenager at this time.  Oh no what's going to happen when they all get there????  Luckly I have very understanding children and they said it was ok that what they don't get they will get for their birthdays if they still want the items. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is December 21st and my kids have not had a snowday from school yet.  Friday we received our second big snowstorm of the season.  During the first one at the beginning of December the kids had a two hour delay.  Friday morning I woke up turned on the news and sort of drifted back to sleep seeing that there was no closing or delay.  Woke back up a few mins before time to wake up the kids to get ready and on the bottom of the screen of the tv it was taking 10 mins to get thru the delays and closeings.  When it finally rolled around to our district I looked in disbelief.  The kids were going to school on time but were being released early What released early they haven't even made it to school yet.  It had todo with the time we were getting the storm.  And did we get it.  Yea but not as bad as they said we were.  But still enough where the roads were bad and it was a good thing the kids were home.  But I had never ever seen them decide to close school early before the busses were even running to get them to school.  I asked everyone including my mom and no one  had ever seen that before around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school we received a letter from the elementary school that three of my children attend.  They are closing part of the school for part of the year next year.  The part they are closing houses the 4-6 graders.  Next year I will have two of them in these grade levels since one of them will be entering Jr. High school.  Now for part of the year I will be having 4 children in 4 different schools and that is going to be hard on me and them.  But when they return to their school they will have an new safe wing of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I really was just rambling along today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-5332756905798340566?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/5332756905798340566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=5332756905798340566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5332756905798340566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5332756905798340566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-random-thoughts.html' title='Just Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-402416414239188054</id><published>2008-11-04T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:23:01.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day in the view of a child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This Election Day morning was a topic of getting ready for school conversation this morning.  My children know my view on the election this year.  Sorry to say that I am choosing not to vote this election year because I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;niether&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;canidate&lt;/span&gt; is worthy of being our next president.  Everyone has the right to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opion&lt;/span&gt; and whom they vote for and I have my choice also, and I have made that choice.  In my fathers family they are all one party, my brother and myself were raised by my mom and we were always told no matter what party she is we have our own choice.  This made an interesting argument between my brother and one of my uncles after my grandfathers funeral a couple of weeks ago.  My brother got a couple of people thinking afterwards.  With his views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But anyways I have a mixed house.  Yes my children are 13, 12, 10 &amp;amp; 9 but they have been following this election.  For two reasons one is they hold a mock election at their school during election year and two they really do care whom is our president.  I think if you ask most kids they do too.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt; has given up she wanted Hillary Clinton as our president, not only because she is a woman, and someone that she looks up too, but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; believed in her.  I have an uncle that has always told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt; that she will be the first woman president.  When Hillary was campaigning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt; told my uncle that it would not be true, but she told him "Uncle Dave I promise I will be one of the Women Presidents" and we all know someday she will be.  This morning she said she still wasn't sure what way she was going to mock vote.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;probley&lt;/span&gt; won't know until right before she does.  David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt; hes just going to close his eyes and vote whom ever he checks off is his vote.  Nice way to vote David, but then again he doesn't believe in either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;candidate&lt;/span&gt; either.  Now both Kenny and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; on whom they are going to vote for in the mock vote.  And this is where the interesting part comes in, they both want the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt; of each other.  This morning we heard why and fighting over their choices.  But I think that they both gave a great argument on why they are choosing whom they are.  At 9 &amp;amp; 10 years old they know what they want and whom they feel can give that too them.  Well my dear children they don't have all the power to do what they are saying and you will soon learn that.  Kenny next year in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade you will learn more and maybe you can teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Makayla&lt;/span&gt; a year early.  But you both make me very proud as do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maranda&lt;/span&gt; and David, to call you mine.  You are all very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;, brilliant children in your own ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-402416414239188054?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/402416414239188054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=402416414239188054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/402416414239188054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/402416414239188054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day-in-view-of-child.html' title='Election Day in the view of a child'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-8115201132805350131</id><published>2008-11-03T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:46:00.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football, Cheerleading, Football, Cheerleading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Football and Cheerleading has run our lifes since August 1st. It is now over and I am sorry to say I am quite bored with out it now. Yesturday was Kenny and Makayla's end of the year banquet. They are wearing their team tee-shirts to prove it to school today. Kenny was going to play basketball during the winter but decided he needed a break from sports. Which I was totally ok with at the time but now I am bored. I think that after 3 nights a week of practice two games to attend every Saturday it took over my life as it did thiers. I really wish they were on the same team but weren't so it ment 4 hours at a football field on Saturdays. But to see the fun they were having made it for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I loved hearing Makayla my very quiet, shy little girl turn in to a cheering machine. She was never shy on the side line of that football field cheering for her team and especially for her little "boy"friend and waiting for him to come off the field so they could talk. Getting up at 6:00 one Sunday morning, waking her with no problem. You have to understand she is a bear to wake up in the morning. Traveling 30 miles to be there at 8:00 for Cheerfest which there were Thousands of other Cheerleaders and parents. She just cheered her heart out. Yesturday we got our CD of pictures from that day and everyone of her has a smile on her face. There are over 600 pictures of their team, and the girls were so busy with their dance and cheer they didn't even know they were having thier pictures taken. She sure made me very proud. My baby is growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Kenny what can I say, I watched him start out being afraid to be tackled during practice avoiding anyway he could by being tackled by two certain team mates during tackle drill at practice every night. To begging to have these two players tackle him and him tackle them. Also from wanting to quit after the first week of practice to "mom come on I'm going to be late for practice". There team did great with having 10 boys that had never played and 10 that played one year or a couple that had played no more than three years. They came in third for the season. Made it to playoff's, they lost thier game in the first round of playoffs but held thier own and did very well. Thier team had some very upsetting news one night at practice in September one of thier teammates could no longer play. Josh had been suffering from headaches that put him in terrible pain. Which they found out he had a brain tumor, which was cancer. Josh was in the hospital awaiting brain surgery to remove the mass. These boys asked thier coaches "What can we do for our teammate." They dedicated their season to Josh, and played their hearts out for him. They wore white arm bands with his number on thier left arms at every game. They signed his jersey and gave it too him. They asked questions to coaches and parents and always asked how he was doing. They asked the president of the football organization to raise money for this family to help with thier traveling costs back and forth to the hospital. They did everything they could for Josh for being 9,10 &amp;amp; 11 yr olds. They became a team helping a teammate in his time of need. YOU BOYS ARE GREAT AND KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A TRUE TEAM!!!! Yesturday at the banquet the whole team including Josh (which I was told by his mother is still not out of the woods for at least 5 years. The type of cancer is fast spreading and will have to have tests every month to make sure its not back) were back together as a team, and had one last team picture taken. A great way to end a great season. As always my boy makes me proud he is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-8115201132805350131?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/8115201132805350131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=8115201132805350131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8115201132805350131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/8115201132805350131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/11/football-cheerleading-football.html' title='Football, Cheerleading, Football, Cheerleading'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-1591514935236399491</id><published>2008-11-01T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:01:50.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Halloween is over for another year.  We did not do our Halloween party this year.  Just too much going on.  We just lost my grandfather on October 9th and my kids as well as myself have taken it pretty hard.  My brother had to put his dog down this month after going her (the poor baby) going thru hell since he found out she had cancer in May.  She had a front leg taken off, then a couple of weeks later her stomach twisted (which is very common in large dogs) and then twisted its self back(not common at all).  A couple months later the cancer was back.  They went to remove it but found more spreading thru out her body.  They decided to just take her home and let her be spoiled and loved and die at home.  Well she got to the point she was so weak my brother couldn't watch her suffer anymore.  Our whole family took this pretty hard, she was loved by us all.  Even though many people are terrified of Rotties you have never known one as Pacey was.  She was a protector, a best friend, sometimes even a pillow for all her human cousins to lay upon.  There was a ton of other things that got in the way of having a Halloween party this year also.  Next year we will have another the kids love it as I do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now its time for me to get busy  working on my Christmas crafting.  First off I really need to get teachers and kids at school taken care of and thats what I am starting to work on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-1591514935236399491?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/1591514935236399491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=1591514935236399491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1591514935236399491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/1591514935236399491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-year-gone.html' title='Another year gone'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-5131269170795422397</id><published>2008-10-31T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:37:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's here!!!! It's here!!! My favorite day of the year.  It comes in close second with my kids right behind Christmas.  Lots todo today.  I have to work 6 hours tonight so of course I have to miss all the little ghosts and goblins out there, and worse I will miss my own enjoying the night.  Even though I did make thier costumes I haven't seen Randa in hers.   But hopefully Dave will remember to take pictures of them in their costumes for me.  I will be able to see David, Kenny and Makayla at their school parade today.  Today is also my sister Colleen's birthday.  HaHa she is a year older.  So if you read Colleen.  HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY 37TH, 37TH, 37TH BIRTHDAY YOU OLD WITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Just so you know what I am saying.  Love ya, enjoy being the age I was last year but you can still say you are the older one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now that I finally got the kids Halloween costumes done, and since today is the last day of October it is really crunch time for me to get Christmas gifts made.  I have 29 people to make gifts for plus 6 teachers, and 12 girlscouts.  I really have a feeling that alot of people are going to get store bought gifts this year and some of them won't be happy with that.  Don't worry Mike and Jay you will both get your Oreo balls but that might be the only gift you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I am off have lots of things to get done today and have to leave the house by 12:50 to make it to Makayla's class to help kids get ready for their parade by 1:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-5131269170795422397?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/5131269170795422397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=5131269170795422397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5131269170795422397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/5131269170795422397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HAPPY HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-796437305276008342</id><published>2008-10-29T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:33:32.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea they are done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I finally got all four costumes done.  I really had fun with Kenny's hobo costume.  Today I hit the only thrift store in town that I didn't yesturday, just becasue I forgot about this one.   And I hit the jackpot on finding things for costumes.  I also finished up my two Halloween trees.  These were the last of the Halloween crafts that I had to get done for this year.  I already have alot planned for next year.  Just need to get them out of my head and into my notebook.  With a list of supplies needed so that I can work on them one weekend a month during the year.  I also need to have kids thinking about costumes for next year so that I am not running around figureing out what they need for them at the last minute again.  I don't like how it was done this year.  I like having everything done ahead of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Now I can get to work on completing teacher christmas gifts so that they are ready to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-796437305276008342?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/796437305276008342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=796437305276008342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/796437305276008342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/796437305276008342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/10/yea-they-are-done.html' title='Yea they are done'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-6854349005446570812</id><published>2008-10-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T12:11:16.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I dislike that my kids have decided to wait until just about the last minute this year to decide what they wanted to be for Halloween.  All but Makayla that is she knew that she wanted to be a rag doll as soon as I brought home a box of old dresses from a garage sale about a month ago.  I found a dress that I thought would make a great Parie girl costume but had to buy the whole box which was just a dollar anyways no big deal I can donate the rest of the dresses to the Drama Department in Maranda's school they will use them for something.  After Makayla and her friends found the box I brought home they have been using the dresses to play in which is alright too.  Because she is just growing up so fast as it is.  But now my kids have all decided on their costumes with Kenny finally deciding last night.  So I will have a rag doll, a vampire, a black widow and a hobo for children on Halloween this year.  Makayla's costume is done since she had a Halloween dance for girl scouts this past Saturday.  Davids and Marandas are done except for the clotheing they are wearing with them.  Tonight I am going to work on Kenny's hobo costume while sitting at work.  I do have to remember to take pictures of them.  And they will be posted as soon as my other computer gets fixed.  For some reason this computer won't let me post pictures anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-6854349005446570812?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/6854349005446570812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=6854349005446570812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6854349005446570812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/6854349005446570812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-costumes.html' title='Halloween Costumes'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-3018385980227737214</id><published>2008-10-24T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:45:38.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas gifts</title><content type='html'>I try and make 95% of Christmas gifts for extended family.  I also make alot for my children also.  My family perfers homemade gifts from me.  My 8 year old niece last year said to me that she knows that her Aunt Kimmy will make her something and not just go to the store and  buy her  something because  I care enough to make her  stuff because I love her and I show her when I make her stuff.  My brothers are always asking for certain things that  I make usually Oreo balls and baked goods, or they are asking could I figure out how to make this or that.  I am happy that I can please my family with the things that they love.  I have been searching online for ideas for Christmas 2009 ideas.  Since I have to craft all year for Christmas I like to start early Later this week I want to start getting that list in order.  Not that I am ready for Christmas 2008 yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-3018385980227737214?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/3018385980227737214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=3018385980227737214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3018385980227737214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/3018385980227737214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas gifts'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25187597436841200.post-2173946201200884788</id><published>2008-10-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:25:42.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made for my 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi my name is Kim.  I love to craft for my 4 children whom all love to craft also.  I am going to use this blog for my crafting, and other things in general.  I love all holidays and love to incorporate new traditions into the holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25187597436841200-2173946201200884788?l=madeformy4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/feeds/2173946201200884788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25187597436841200&amp;postID=2173946201200884788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2173946201200884788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25187597436841200/posts/default/2173946201200884788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madeformy4.blogspot.com/2008/10/made-for-my-4.html' title='Made for my 4'/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16878680139905938053</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/_XVc0h47fCWI/TDxpuxhlNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dDUVePanTOY/S220/358.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
