<?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-22112110</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:54:22.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><subtitle type='html'>and it doesn't get any better than being married to your best friend, having 6 happy, healthy kids, a loving family and most of all, having faith :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-4109848898991228551</id><published>2008-06-06T10:46:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:02.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging?  What's that?  I seem to have forgotten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTtPdgiQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZwB2lZnZnQ0/s1600-h/poconos+2+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786480740206850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTtPdgiQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZwB2lZnZnQ0/s320/poconos+2+058.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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTe9C7dUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/75NqBBqthSg/s1600-h/poconos+2+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786235278718274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTe9C7dUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/75NqBBqthSg/s320/poconos+2+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTRbBiHRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AHlKszQa_Z4/s1600-h/poconos+2+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786002807758098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTRbBiHRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/AHlKszQa_Z4/s320/poconos+2+097.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTBVDfxxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wQjDdO-Q3pU/s1600-h/poconos+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208785726327473938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTBVDfxxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wQjDdO-Q3pU/s320/poconos+048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElSx3FHF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jVos3N1tlZM/s1600-h/poconos+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208785460583143362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElSx3FHF8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jVos3N1tlZM/s320/poconos+044.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElSja7xVBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ix4hHNtmGi4/s1600-h/poconos+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208785212509606930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElSja7xVBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ix4hHNtmGi4/s320/poconos+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading some blogs lately, I realized that I really do miss my tiny little blog :) So, once again, I think I'll try my hand at blogging. We'll see how long it lasts this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some pictures from our April trip to the Poconos. We went with one other family and did a ton of kayaking. We did most of our trips down the Delaware Water Gap. We dropped all the kayaks &amp;amp; people off at the starting point, and then David &amp;amp; Mark drove the cars down to another launching area (our ending point) 8 miles away. Then they drove one of the cars back up to join us. Then we'd spend the day kayaking on the river (the river was really moving and we hit 10 miles an hour on our second trip!) We had a great lunch on a little desserted island. Paddled some more and eventually got to the drop off car. It worked out great. No paddling back up the river! David and Mark drove back up to where the other car was, and drove it back down to the ending spot. Piece of cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning on doing another trip like that again this summer :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-4109848898991228551?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/4109848898991228551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=4109848898991228551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/4109848898991228551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/4109848898991228551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogging-whats-that-i-seem-to-have.html' title='Blogging?  What&apos;s that?  I seem to have forgotten!'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/SElTtPdgiQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ZwB2lZnZnQ0/s72-c/poconos+2+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-2977481141525142397</id><published>2007-09-19T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T20:43:52.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>60 Things About Me...</title><content type='html'>1. My native language is Dutch&lt;br /&gt;2. My parents used to speak Indonesian when they didn't want us to know what they were   &lt;br /&gt;    talking about.  It irritated the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have 3 older sisters &amp;amp; had one older brother&lt;br /&gt;4. My brother died 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;5. I had a rabbit named 'Cotton Tail" when I was 8&lt;br /&gt;6. I bought a rabbit for my oldest daughter when she was 8.&lt;br /&gt;7. The dog next door ate her rabbit :(&lt;br /&gt;8. I love seafood&lt;br /&gt;9. I have given birth to 6 kids&lt;br /&gt;10. I love to knit&lt;br /&gt;11. I love to scrap&lt;br /&gt;12. I love to read&lt;br /&gt;13. I never have enough time to do what I 'love' to do.&lt;br /&gt;14. I want to move to N.H.&lt;br /&gt;15. My best friend is David&lt;br /&gt;16. I used to work at the Netherlands Embassy&lt;br /&gt;17. I was a 'daddy's girl' through &amp;amp; through.&lt;br /&gt;18. I play the piano&lt;br /&gt;19. I finally found a church that feels like home&lt;br /&gt;20. I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;21. I love the music at our church&lt;br /&gt;22. I am very proud of my kids&lt;br /&gt;23. When I was 8, I told my mom that I wanted 6 kids&lt;br /&gt;24. I always wanted to have twins&lt;br /&gt;25. I love to camp... in a motorhome&lt;br /&gt;26. Skiing is my favorite outdoor activity&lt;br /&gt;27. I prefer a small group of friends to a large group&lt;br /&gt;28. I'm not a phone person&lt;br /&gt;29. I like email&lt;br /&gt;30. I became a US citizen just a few years ago, but have lived here for 45 years&lt;br /&gt;31. I am part of a knitting group that meets once a week.  The ladies in the group are the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;32. I don't like the summer&lt;br /&gt;33. I love the winter&lt;br /&gt;34. I had my first child when I was 19&lt;br /&gt;35. My car is a 2006 Honda Pilot&lt;br /&gt;36. I like my coffee with cream and just a small, tiny, tiny bit of sugar&lt;br /&gt;37. My husband brings me coffee in bed every morning and gets that 'tiny bit of sugar' right&lt;br /&gt;      every time.&lt;br /&gt;38. My inlaws are the best!&lt;br /&gt;39. My niece is only 2 years younger than me. &lt;br /&gt;40. I hate to fly&lt;br /&gt;41. I love the movie "Diary of a Mad Housewife"&lt;br /&gt;42. I love the mountains&lt;br /&gt;43. I've never lived on my own&lt;br /&gt;44. I pay my credit cards in full every month&lt;br /&gt;45. I just had a credit card fraud transaction happen on one of my cards :(&lt;br /&gt;46. The movie 'Planes, Trains &amp;amp; Automobiles' still makes me laugh after 20 viewings&lt;br /&gt;47. I can't stand loud gum-chewing - or gum chewing in general :)&lt;br /&gt;48. I'm not a chocolate lover&lt;br /&gt;49. I don't like dessert&lt;br /&gt;50. My husband buys me a bushel of crabs - overnighted from Maryland, every year for my&lt;br /&gt;       b-day&lt;br /&gt;51. My son plays the guitar with a group of friends.  They sent a demo tape to Reliant K&lt;br /&gt;52. I got an email from Jodi Picoult and saved it&lt;br /&gt;53. My dad was the most amazing man. &lt;br /&gt;54. My mom is the strongest woman I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;55. I am a purse freak&lt;br /&gt;56. We used to have 2 piranhas&lt;br /&gt;57. I am not a t.v. watcher&lt;br /&gt;58. I am very opinionated&lt;br /&gt;59. My faith has grown so much over the years&lt;br /&gt;60. I wish that my mom lived close by so that we could just chat, hang out and have a cup of   coffee together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-2977481141525142397?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2977481141525142397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=2977481141525142397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/2977481141525142397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/2977481141525142397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/09/60-things-about-me.html' title='60 Things About Me...'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-8560659684896744746</id><published>2007-09-04T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:17.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What exactly is a used cow???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rt3OSM8RrvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pFZ_eDakH2g/s1600-h/2007_0528danforth0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106464364615020274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rt3OSM8RrvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pFZ_eDakH2g/s400/2007_0528danforth0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came across this while driving to Foss Mountain. So how much do you think a 'used' cow goes for? I wonder if it's a substantial discount from a 'new' cow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-8560659684896744746?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/8560659684896744746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=8560659684896744746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/8560659684896744746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/8560659684896744746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-exactly-is-used-cow.html' title='What exactly is a used cow???'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rt3OSM8RrvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pFZ_eDakH2g/s72-c/2007_0528danforth0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-7746320873173848453</id><published>2007-08-24T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:17.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling it like it is!</title><content type='html'>Ashley is a natural in so many sports and she's very competitive to boot. She is a fantastic downhill skier, water skier, softball player, she's a strong swimmer, mountain biker, just to name a few. While we were in Maine I found this shirt for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rs712s8RrtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-qDVjeURo34/s1600-h/2007_08032acadia0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rs712s8RrtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-qDVjeURo34/s320/2007_08032acadia0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102285747983068882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rs72A88RruI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8giMjt91jxo/s1600-h/2007_08032acadia0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rs72A88RruI/AAAAAAAAAD8/8giMjt91jxo/s320/2007_08032acadia0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102285924076728034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seemed to fit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-7746320873173848453?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7746320873173848453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=7746320873173848453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/7746320873173848453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/7746320873173848453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/08/telling-it-like-it-is.html' title='Telling it like it is!'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rs712s8RrtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/-qDVjeURo34/s72-c/2007_08032acadia0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-5576679232033175891</id><published>2007-08-14T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:18.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye sweet Hailey</title><content type='html'>Today is Hailey's birthday. She is 14. She's been very sick for the past week and everyday we thought it would be her last. But true to her personality, she hung in there. She was *always* a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, about a month ago, was when she first got sick, but somehow she pulled through and went from really sick, to almost her old self.  The camping dog that she was, we think that she really just wanted to go to Acadia with us.  Her last big trip - which she did. She spent a full week in Maine and I think she loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home from Acadia, she took a huge turn for the worse.  &lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Shauna begged Hailey to hang in there. Just till her birthday. I told Shauna that there was no way that she could do that. It just wasn't possible. Shauna said that she knew in her heart that Hailey could do it. I kept telling her not to get her hopes up. And yet every morning we'd wake to find Hailey hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;Last night at midnight, when everyone had gone to bed, I went over to Hailey's bed and told her that she was amazing. She did it. She made it to her birthday. I then told her it was time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I must have checked on Hail 20 times between midnight and 6:00 a.m. She wasn't ready to let go.&lt;br /&gt;When Shauna got up this morning the first thing she did was go over to Hailey and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.  She said "Happy Birthday Hail, you did it. I knew you would"   Shauna's faith was stronger than mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey died in my arms at 11:00 this morning. She will always be remembered as the feisty, territorial, sweet, stubborn little Hail-bop-camping dog that she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Hailey. Rest in peace and thank you for 14 wonderful years. You will be missed more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Hailey on the day that we brought her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIP2v9LU8I/AAAAAAAAADU/1BCWwzEdHSM/s1600-h/hailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098655161397236674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIP2v9LU8I/AAAAAAAAADU/1BCWwzEdHSM/s320/hailey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Hailey when we brought Sophie home. She took over as 'mom' to Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIQuv9LU9I/AAAAAAAAADc/Tmd3Kf5BCWo/s1600-h/2007_0429puppy0011hailey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIQuv9LU9I/AAAAAAAAADc/Tmd3Kf5BCWo/s320/2007_0429puppy0011hailey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098656123469910994" /&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;Hailey enjoying a visit with Kristin and Em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIRG_9LU-I/AAAAAAAAADk/Fr47IFzEyxY/s1600-h/2007_0104scraproom0045hailey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIRG_9LU-I/AAAAAAAAADk/Fr47IFzEyxY/s320/2007_0104scraproom0045hailey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098656540081738722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIRbv9LU_I/AAAAAAAAADs/JOEJllvNC-I/s1600-h/2007_0528danforthashley0096hailey.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIRbv9LU_I/AAAAAAAAADs/JOEJllvNC-I/s320/2007_0528danforthashley0096hailey.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098656896564024306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-5576679232033175891?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/5576679232033175891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=5576679232033175891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/5576679232033175891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/5576679232033175891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-sweet-hailey.html' title='Goodbye sweet Hailey'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RsIP2v9LU8I/AAAAAAAAADU/1BCWwzEdHSM/s72-c/hailey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-3698095098971889727</id><published>2007-08-08T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:18.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love those stops on the way home!</title><content type='html'>Last night on his way home from work, David stopped and picked me up 3 pounds of jumbo Alaskan crab legs - just because :)    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were at Scusset, I got 2, not just one, 3lb lobsters to enjoy all by myself (not on the same night of course!)  Again a 'stop &amp; picked it up on his way home from work to the campground'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RroFY_9LU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_XoyGkwg1ow/s1600-h/2007_0726ebirthday0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RroFY_9LU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_XoyGkwg1ow/s320/2007_0726ebirthday0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096391855366165394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while we were in Maine I got another 2 pounder.  The icing on the cake is going to be the Maryland crabs that are coming next week.  One bushel of the BEST crabs overnighted from Maryland.  It's a annual b-day tradition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-3698095098971889727?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3698095098971889727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=3698095098971889727' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/3698095098971889727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/3698095098971889727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/08/gotta-love-those-stops-on-way-home.html' title='Gotta love those stops on the way home!'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RroFY_9LU5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_XoyGkwg1ow/s72-c/2007_0726ebirthday0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-6653234902397739615</id><published>2007-08-07T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:20.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Acadia</title><content type='html'>Acadia, in a nutshell is just beautiful. Plain &amp; simple, no frills - beautiful. We had (purely by accident) the best campsite in the entire campground. It was spacious, and had a view to die for. There is nothing like waking up in the morning, grabbing a great cup of coffee and watching the sun rise over the water. Or getting back from a long day of hiking, kayaking or biking and grabbing an iced cold beverage and watching the sun set.&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this vacation, David had worked some super long hours 12+ hours a day for 51 days straight) and he was so ready for a break. &lt;br /&gt;The drive was much easier than we expected. We made it to Acadia in just over 6 hours - not bad considering I was thinking it would be at least a 8 hour drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the view from our front door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjg2P9LUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/mMg8okqOS-A/s1600-h/2007_07281acadia0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjg2P9LUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/mMg8okqOS-A/s320/2007_07281acadia0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096070200970400562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was challenging leaving the shop in other people's hands for an entire week, but our worries were unfounded - we are very lucky that we had some wonderful people stepping in for us. &lt;br /&gt;So, here's what I don't completely get... We had wireless Internet service, but no cell phone service?!? Ok, so I'm technically challenged, but it just didn't make sense to me (yes, I know about cell towers, etc., but it still doesn't make sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjhy_9LU0I/AAAAAAAAACU/oJSnn0d3g3E/s1600-h/2007_07302acadia0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjhy_9LU0I/AAAAAAAAACU/oJSnn0d3g3E/s320/2007_07302acadia0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096071244647453506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjh_P9LU1I/AAAAAAAAACc/2DjE38YE-IM/s1600-h/2007_07302acadia0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjh_P9LU1I/AAAAAAAAACc/2DjE38YE-IM/s320/2007_07302acadia0022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096071455100851026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjib_9LU2I/AAAAAAAAACk/YB17ARm_opU/s1600-h/2007_08022acadia0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjib_9LU2I/AAAAAAAAACk/YB17ARm_opU/s320/2007_08022acadia0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096071949022090082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go back again soon. There was so much we didn't have time to do, that how could we not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjjrv9LU3I/AAAAAAAAACs/wbm6K-Et-4Y/s1600-h/2007_08032acadia0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjjrv9LU3I/AAAAAAAAACs/wbm6K-Et-4Y/s320/2007_08032acadia0003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096073319116657522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjj-f9LU4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OkT2AeBjcoM/s1600-h/2007_08032acadia0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjj-f9LU4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/OkT2AeBjcoM/s320/2007_08032acadia0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096073641239204738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-6653234902397739615?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6653234902397739615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=6653234902397739615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/6653234902397739615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/6653234902397739615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-from-acadia.html' title='Back from Acadia'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rrjg2P9LUzI/AAAAAAAAACM/mMg8okqOS-A/s72-c/2007_07281acadia0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-1348867513117021132</id><published>2007-07-25T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:20.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropping in from California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rqdlgv9LUyI/AAAAAAAAACE/JolYFfnZ3UI/s1600-h/2007_0723jon0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rqdlgv9LUyI/AAAAAAAAACE/JolYFfnZ3UI/s320/2007_0723jon0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091149517068915490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to see Jon! He was in town for his sister's b-day and came by to see everyone. California is obviously agreeing with him - he looks great! The kids had fun catching up and they had no trouble talking him into playing a few games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jon if you're reading this, I bought the book. I'll let you know how it goes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdlOf9LUxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hLDKl9FU8M4/s1600-h/2007_0723jon0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdlOf9LUxI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hLDKl9FU8M4/s320/2007_0723jon0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091149203536302866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-1348867513117021132?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1348867513117021132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=1348867513117021132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/1348867513117021132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/1348867513117021132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/07/dropping-in-from-california.html' title='Dropping in from California'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rqdlgv9LUyI/AAAAAAAAACE/JolYFfnZ3UI/s72-c/2007_0723jon0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-6136866437277291689</id><published>2007-07-24T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:21.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scusset Beach</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of the jetty at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scusset&lt;/span&gt;. It was so nice being able to camp there for more than a week. It's quiet, relaxing, fun, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. After the medical 'stress' week, we were all so ready for a break.  Lucky for us that the commute to the shop from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scusset&lt;/span&gt; is so do-able.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaCmf9LUrI/AAAAAAAAABM/SbygoxMQu7A/s1600-h/2007_0720scusset0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090900026713658034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaCmf9LUrI/AAAAAAAAABM/SbygoxMQu7A/s320/2007_0720scusset0083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaCbP9LUqI/AAAAAAAAABE/NdTkXWjUX4g/s1600-h/2007_0720scusset0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090899833440129698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaCbP9LUqI/AAAAAAAAABE/NdTkXWjUX4g/s320/2007_0720scusset0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaCOf9LUpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9-1p0tvIH7E/s1600-h/2007_0720scusset0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090899614396797586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaCOf9LUpI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9-1p0tvIH7E/s320/2007_0720scusset0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our camping 'adventure' we had a big birthday celebration following in the footsteps of our Christmas exchange.  With 5 families joining in, there were plenty of gifts exchanged. For those that don't know about our Christmas exchange (which is where the b-day one came from) here's the scoop...&lt;br /&gt;Between us, all of the families have quite a number of kids. It got very difficult keeping track of who gave who a gift (including which adults got gifts). So the solution was we would stop exchanging gifts during the year and just have one big exchange in July. We put all of the kids names in a hat and each picked a name. If you picked a sibling, the name went back in the hat. After the kids picked their names, the adults did the same (if you picked your spouse, you had to put the name back) We set $$$ amounts for the kids and for the adults and had a few months to do our shopping.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice just focusing on one person. And it seems to make the gift giving more personal.&lt;br /&gt;On the day of the exchange, we all sit in a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;circle&lt;/span&gt; and each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; is given one chance to guess who their secret partner was. If you guess incorrectly, you don't get your gift and the next person gets to guess. We continue guessing until everyone has gotten their gift. It's too funny watching the kids try to keep a poker face while all the guessing is going on.  After the exchange we had a bbq with lots of yummy food.  And thanks to Michele, we all enjoyed a big ice cream cake that she made for the entire b-day gang. We ended the evening with a walk to the beach to try and catch the sunset.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdJzf9LUtI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rw3h-HE3pN0/s1600-h/2007_0720scusset0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091119052865884882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdJzf9LUtI/AAAAAAAAABc/Rw3h-HE3pN0/s320/2007_0720scusset0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdKev9LUvI/AAAAAAAAABs/bEYIJvC0l1w/s1600-h/2007_0720scusset0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091119795895227122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdKev9LUvI/AAAAAAAAABs/bEYIJvC0l1w/s320/2007_0720scusset0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdKBP9LUuI/AAAAAAAAABk/2_J8QYgGz48/s1600-h/2007_0720scusset0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091119289089086178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqdKBP9LUuI/AAAAAAAAABk/2_J8QYgGz48/s320/2007_0720scusset0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-6136866437277291689?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/6136866437277291689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=6136866437277291689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/6136866437277291689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/6136866437277291689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/07/scusset-beach.html' title='Scusset Beach'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaCmf9LUrI/AAAAAAAAABM/SbygoxMQu7A/s72-c/2007_0720scusset0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-7125888645545157267</id><published>2007-07-22T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:21.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not only cute, she plays poker for money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaBKP9LUoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F29N3aiKfS8/s1600-h/2007_0720scusset0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaBKP9LUoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F29N3aiKfS8/s320/2007_0720scusset0059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090898441870725762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth is our closet gambler... and her pup apparently has learned a few new tricks from her "mom" &lt;br /&gt;Vegas here she comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-7125888645545157267?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/7125888645545157267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=7125888645545157267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/7125888645545157267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/7125888645545157267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/07/shes-not-only-cute-she-plays-poker-for.html' title='She&apos;s not only cute, she plays poker for money!'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RqaBKP9LUoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F29N3aiKfS8/s72-c/2007_0720scusset0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-1446706027287547785</id><published>2007-07-07T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:36:40.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks....</title><content type='html'>for all of the good thoughts &amp; prayers! What a long week.  All 3 tests are done and while I don't have all the results back, we were thrilled to hear that the nuclear showed no blockages :)&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, a special thank you to you - there is nothing like carrot cake, a brownie and a piece of marble cake to get you through the day before a fast.  You rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-1446706027287547785?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1446706027287547785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=1446706027287547785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/1446706027287547785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/1446706027287547785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/07/thanks.html' title='Thanks....'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-1322028939095193680</id><published>2007-06-12T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:21.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This just made me laugh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rm8pFYjD5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/s6jQRQ5dbd0/s1600-h/cartoon7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rm8pFYjD5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/s6jQRQ5dbd0/s320/cartoon7.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075320477535430642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too funny :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-1322028939095193680?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/1322028939095193680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=1322028939095193680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/1322028939095193680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/1322028939095193680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-just-made-me-laugh.html' title='This just made me laugh....'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/Rm8pFYjD5_I/AAAAAAAAAAc/s6jQRQ5dbd0/s72-c/cartoon7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-3490417446837456423</id><published>2007-06-08T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:29:21.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Sophie, aka Princess Sophie SophiA Mae</title><content type='html'>Fell for that line again...&lt;br /&gt;"I PROMISE I will take care of her - FOREVER! Even when I go off to college, I'll take her with me"  Kristin/Elizabeth - Same quote, different dog :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new pupster is so sweet! She's a great addition to the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RmlWjYjD5-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9XTwR3UnVZk/s1600-h/2007_0510elizabth0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RmlWjYjD5-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9XTwR3UnVZk/s320/2007_0510elizabth0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073681621094492130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RmlWZ4jD59I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UqcQ4CMPe5A/s1600-h/2007_0510elizabth0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RmlWZ4jD59I/AAAAAAAAAAM/UqcQ4CMPe5A/s320/2007_0510elizabth0149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073681457885734866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't she just the cutest? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-3490417446837456423?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/3490417446837456423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=3490417446837456423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/3490417446837456423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/3490417446837456423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/06/miss-sophie-aka-princess-sophie-sophia.html' title='Miss Sophie, aka Princess Sophie SophiA Mae'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__deWS5PNvFw/RmlWjYjD5-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9XTwR3UnVZk/s72-c/2007_0510elizabth0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-2405257237484553385</id><published>2007-06-08T08:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:43:26.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew....</title><content type='html'>It's been how long?  Between work, work, work, schooling, work and a once a week "loopy-ewes" meeting, there has been no time to blog.  How long has it been? A year or more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this morning I came upon this little quiz and who knew I'd end up being pegged as kermit? :)  Hey, it could be worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Kermit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/kermit.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, ho! Lovable and friendly, you get along well with everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a big thinker, and sometimes you over think life's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry - everyone know's it's not easy being green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, time's fun when you're having flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themuppetpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Muppet Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-2405257237484553385?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/2405257237484553385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=2405257237484553385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/2405257237484553385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/2405257237484553385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-knew.html' title='Who knew....'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114601263656376139</id><published>2006-04-25T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:40:14.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Gone Way Too Long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0421dc0008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0421dc0008.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in ages. Boy, time sure does slip away. First of all, I can't believe that we're looking at May right around the corner - wasn't it just Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the most wonderful time sneaking out of here during the kids Spring break. We headed to D.C. with friends of ours. We left here at 1:00 a.m. on Sat. (the 14th?) and drove through the night till we got to Cherry Hill Park in Maryland. What a wonderful campground. Not the usual trees and big sites, but they were great as far as transportation to D.C., tickets &amp; info to monuments &amp;amp; museums, etc. (Of course we had a ton of help from Brenda, a good friend of mine from jr. high!, honestly that woman could be a travel agent!!! We'd have been lost without her)&lt;br /&gt;It was so strange going back to our old stomping grounds. David and I both grew up in Maryland and it has changed so much! At one point we pulled into a townhouse complex to make a U-turn and I thought, "hmmmmm... this looks a bit familiar" well, it ends up that it was where my cousin used to live, I spent many a summer there - but wow, it had changed A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving 11 hours, we pulled into the campground, got settled and headed to D.C. to the National Zoo. (now remember, we'd been up since Friday morning and this was Sat. early afternoon so we were some kind of tired!) The zoo was packed, but everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0421dc0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0421dc0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even got to see the new baby panda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fit so much into this trip. Our days started at 7:00 a.m. and we literally walked all over D.C. till 6:00 p.m.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0421dc0103.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0421dc0103.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One evening Brenda took us for a night tour of the monuments.  As beautiful as they are during they day, they are even more spectacular at night.  This was probably the most structured, well thought out, busiest week "off" that we've ever had.  Between the museums, monuments, tours, escalators(don't ask) and shops - we got to see it all.  Our first night home we asked everyone what their favorite thing was.  The answers ranged from the Arlington Cemetery to Ford Theater, to seeing the original "Star Spangled Banner" in it's newly renovated phase.  The thing that I was most grateful that I went to was the Holocaust Museum.  I was emotionally drained after going through - but I believe that it is a must-see if you are ever in D.C.  It amazes and saddens me that it really wasn't that long ago that all of that happened.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write on &amp; on about our trip, but for now I'll just say that I am very grateful that we were able to take the time off of work &amp; spend it with the little guys and that it was a wonderful vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to add that on the Friday night before we left, Brenda took me out to dinner - but not just any dinner.  Being on the Cape, the one thing I really, really miss is hard shell crabs. For 14 years, once a year, David has had a bushel flown up for me for my b-day, but other than that they are nowhere to be found.  Brenda took me to a place called Gunners (sp?) and I got the BEST crabs I've ever had. She bought me so many that I even had some to bring home (to the Cape!)  Thank you again Brenda! :) It was great seeing you and we appreciate all you did for us :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0421dc0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0421dc0048.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just one more thing...  Everyone in D.C, was just so darned nice &amp; helpful.  From the guys that were at the Metro to the business people heading home in the evening - everyone we encountered were helpful, smiling, and just plain nice.  Man, I miss that "southern hospitality"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114601263656376139?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114601263656376139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114601263656376139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114601263656376139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114601263656376139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/04/been-gone-way-too-long.html' title='Been Gone Way Too Long!'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114332553647976715</id><published>2006-03-25T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:25:37.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Nice to be Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0325home0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/400/2006_0325home0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to be missed :) Besides the bazillion hugs &amp; kisses, I came home to this wonderful wallhanging in the kitchen. It's a good 4 feet long and has lots of 'missed you' messages. I know that they spent a lot of time &amp;amp; effort making it and I am just so thankful that I have such great kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I take it down, I plan on saving it and using it if &amp; when I'm not feeling appreciated LOL! I'll just unroll it and say "hey, remember when I was gone...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0325home0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0325home0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0325home0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0325home0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0325home0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0325home0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0325home0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0325home0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0325home0005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0325home0005.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;Yep, it's good to be home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114332553647976715?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114332553647976715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114332553647976715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114332553647976715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114332553647976715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-nice-to-be-missed.html' title='It&apos;s Nice to be Missed'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114212763792576959</id><published>2006-03-11T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:40:37.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0311holland0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0311holland0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home.  Not my 'real' home, at least not anymore. But it's my original home.  It's the land where I was born - where my sisters &amp; brother grew up, where I lived till I was 3. After all these years, it's where my family still is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, but it's hard going back. (besides the fact that I am TERRIFIED to fly - and I make NO secret of it!), not because I don't enjoy the visit and the memories and seeing my sisters &amp; other family members, but it's hard leaving. Not the country, it's hard leaving mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those that know me, please keep me in your thoughts and prayers while I'm gone. And say a prayer for David too.  He is such an amazing guy.  Our business is run by both of us - he's going to have a double load on the business front while I'm gone PLUS, he'll have the weight of doing all the school driving (20 minutes each way 4 times a day - normally we each drive one shift) Not to mention the after school activities, the meals, shopping, laundry - everything.  He is going to have his hands very full.  I never hope for 'less business' at the shop, but I hope that this upcoming week is a relatively quite &amp; non-crazy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0311holland0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0311holland0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114212763792576959?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114212763792576959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114212763792576959' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114212763792576959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114212763792576959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/03/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114152506200754123</id><published>2006-03-04T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:37:09.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;27 - how can that be???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/jessica%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/jessica%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My firstborn, the one I had when I was barely 19, is now 27. She was so beautiful when she was born. Not just the obligatory "what a cute baby" comments from family, but from people that didn't have to make any comments. People remarked about her non-newborn looks. There was no dried or wrinkled skin, no puffyness, none of that... after 24 long hours of labor, she came into the world looking like she was a good 4 weeks old. Bright eyed and ready for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had no clue what to do with this beautiful little girl - afterall, I was still just a young girl myself wasn't I? In hindsight, she probably taught me more in that first year than I taught her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/jessica%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/jessica%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I think the hardest part of having a new baby was having to go back to work when she was 2 months old. I remember the day before I had to go back to work,I cried like I've never cried before. I was very, very lucky that 'Oma' offered to watch her while I worked. That was such a blessing. She took care of her like she was her own. I remember sometimes feeling a bit jealous that my mom was spending the time with her that *I* wanted to be spending. My mom always appreciated that I let her watch "the baby" and when Jes was much older, my mom said that it was such a gift that she'd be given. It wasn't till years later that I fully realized that my mom had given me a wonderful gift too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Both of my parents had a very special bond with J &amp; K. I wish that my last 4 had had the same opportunity.&lt;/span&gt; This is my dad "opa" with Jes.  He just adored her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/jessica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/jessica%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/jessica%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, flash forward 27 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jes has grown into the most amazing woman. She is still as beautiful, well, no... she's even more beautiful now. She is amazingly smart (and yes, I know, all parents say that about their kids, but she really is!!!) &amp;amp; talented. She has done so much with her schooling &amp; her career. It's just beyond what you would imagine your own child could do. Her siblings adore her &amp;amp; she has a close &amp; very special relationship with each &amp;amp; every one of them. She is married to a wonderful guy, has a beautiful house (the girl decorates like a Pottery Barn designer!) she can run a Cavalier to over 200,000 miles!!! (and I'm happy to say, she now has a brand new car!) and that's only the 1/2 of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am so proud of the woman that she has become. Happy b-day Jes. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114152506200754123?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114152506200754123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114152506200754123' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114152506200754123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114152506200754123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-birthday.html' title='Another Birthday'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114149399865140405</id><published>2006-03-04T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:39:58.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Grand-dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0304maisy0003copy.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0304maisy0003copy.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Isn't she pretty? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She's staying with us for the weekend.  She loves playing with Shelby.  They start wrestling around 6 a.m. and continue on and off all day long.  By the end of the evening, they are both spralled out on the floor - exhausted.  Our grand-dog tries to play with Hailey, but Hailey's an old lady now (she's 11 or 12) and has no interest in romping around on the kitchen floor.  She sits on her bed and watches all the fun, oh, and growls when they get in her space.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Our grand-dog loves to have her belly scratched. I've noticed that when I pet her, she's quick to flop over and is ready for a rub.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This morning when David took her out for a walk, he said that she tunneled through the deeper piles of snow in our front yard with her nose.  He said it was  funny to watch her each time burrow and come up with a pile of snow right on the tip of her nose.  She's a cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114149399865140405?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114149399865140405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114149399865140405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114149399865140405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114149399865140405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-grand-dog_04.html' title='Our Grand-dog'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114126170476698252</id><published>2006-03-01T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:43:17.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>David's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he's 14. Hard to believe. I remember when he was born. My tubes had been tied &amp; I never thought I'd have any more children. I was done. I had the 2 best kids in the world - why upset something that was just right? But my life would not have been complete without the last 4.&lt;br /&gt;Our (David &amp;amp; mine) dear sweet generous parents helped us to financially take a gamble - $12,000+ out of pocket. Odds for success: 15-25%. We beat the odds.&lt;br /&gt;What a blessing he has been. He is sweet, he is sincere, he is kind and he is naive. He loves his family, loves God, respects his parents, &amp; adores all of his sisters. He has no problem teasing the younger 3, but will take up for them in a hearbeat. He looks up to and so respects his older two sisters. So much so that when he talks about them you can see the glow in his eyes. J &amp;amp; K have always doted on him. They helped feed him, changed his diapers, sang to him &amp; played with him. They have earned that special spot in his heart. When he talks about them it is with admiration &amp;amp; respect. He wants to grow up and be just as successful and 'neat' as they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/bday%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/bday%20001.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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/bday%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/bday%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Jes &amp; David at Christmas. I have pictures of Kristin with the girls at Christmas, but not one of just her &amp;amp; David - but if I did, you'd see that same happy glow. He loves it when they come "home" and adores them both as much now as he ever has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not imagine life without our only son. Cast in the middle of 5 girls - he handles it so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'little guys' all make eachother gifts for their b-days and this year was no exception. Shauna made David a keychain that said "you rock". Elizabeth made David a 'door hanger' (it was supposed to be a bracelet, but she knew he'd never wear it, so she changed the title to 'door hanger' Anyway.... She ran out of letters. She wanted to spell "best brother" - but had no t,h,e or r. So she came up with 'best bro'. Great! Except that she strung the letters backwards. When David opened the gift, he said "cool! best orb!!!" (mom, what's an orb???)&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth offered to restring it, but Dave asked her not to - he wanted to remember it just as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0301davidbday0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0301davidbday0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114126170476698252?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114126170476698252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114126170476698252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114126170476698252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114126170476698252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/03/davids-birthday.html' title='David&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114100946724872918</id><published>2006-02-26T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T18:33:18.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>an Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0226febgunstock0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/400/2006_0226febgunstock0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back from another winter adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a fun trip. Both days David took the little guys to race in the Nastar races. I am proud to say that David, David, and Ashley all placed and received a bronze metal. Elizabeth &amp; Shauna were only a fraction of a second (literally) from placing. They'll try again next time :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was fun skiing with Michele. We had no kids to worry about since they were at the Nastar races. We got in so much skiing milage. The conditions varied not only from day to day, but on the second day they varied hour to hour. Before we headed in for lunch, the conditions were pretty icy (which I hate). Then it started snowing - it wasn't that heavy, but it was steady. We came out an hour later and headed to the summit - the ice patches were all gone &amp;amp; it was just thick, fluffy powder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one of our black diamond runs I encountered a small problem. My confidence was high, I was very comfortable - life was good - when from behind a snowboarder came at me and literally ran me over. Him knocking into me threw me into the air &amp; then I landed with a thud on my right thigh. Michele missed the entire thing because she was in front of me. Some nice lady came over to make sure I was okay. I got up, met Michele at the bottom and we continued on. A few runs later, out of nowhere Michele starts laughing. She had come up with a line to a new song... "Grandma got run over by a snowboard" LOL! That night when they came over for dinner we were treated to watching Michele &amp;amp; her family sing &amp; act out the first verse. Friends... you gotta love them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0226febgunstock0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/400/2006_0226febgunstock0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the skiing, we had the most incredible sledding conditions. We hiked up our "secret" hill and the conditions were so much fun for the kids. They plowed down on their taboggans and the snow was so thick &amp; deep that the kids looked like one big fluffy cloud barrelling down the hill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more ski trip in March and our winter camping will come to an end. It goes by way too fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0226febgunstock0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/400/2006_0226febgunstock0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114100946724872918?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114100946724872918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114100946724872918' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114100946724872918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114100946724872918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/adventure.html' title='an Adventure'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114063847308929350</id><published>2006-02-22T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:04:02.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny Saved...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0219table0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0219table0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally finished rolling our pennies that were in the 5 gallon water jug. We had just over 27100 pennies! Sounds like a lot (and if you ask Elizabeth, it's a ton - and rolling them is a thankless job!) It was 'only' $271.00. I say 'only' because I thought for sure that my original guess of $200.00 was way too low, and that David's guess of $700.00 would be closer. Wishful thinking. The thing that is weird is that years ago when the jug was not even half full, David remembers taking a coffee cup &amp; doing a rough count of how much was in there. He thought that at that point we were close to $200.00. I guess he was wrong :(&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth was the force behind the rolling. She spent many, many hours counting, rolling &amp; stacking.&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few of the containers that she filled. I still can't get over it - 27100!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0219table0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0219table0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David loaded up his car &amp; took them to the bank. Now the bank was the one that told us that they had to be rolled. Well, when David got there they had run out of trays and the teller said to David that he could just 'unroll them all' and they could go in increments of $50.00 in a bank bag.&lt;br /&gt;David told the lady that there was no way that he was going to go home &amp;amp; tell Elizabeth that she had rolled them all for nothing. She'd have been devastated - all those countless hours for nothing! Now, on to counting the dimes, nickles &amp; quarters that our in our other jar. I wonder if Elizabeth is busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0219table0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0219table0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114063847308929350?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114063847308929350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114063847308929350' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114063847308929350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114063847308929350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/penny-saved.html' title='A Penny Saved...'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114040315844359654</id><published>2006-02-19T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:39:18.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reupholstering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0219table0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0219table0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working from home on Friday (sweet!!!) I had lots of scrapping plans after my paperwork &amp; cleaning projects were done. But after I finished the paperwork &amp;amp; moved from room to room while I was cleaning, I saw that I really needed to move my attention to the kids 'homework center'. You see, I had a project in mind.... The kids have a homework center in the loft above our livingroom. There is an extra long desk, complete with a computer, pens, paper, - everything you need to do your homework. The only thing wrong was that the chairs needed a 'face lift'. I had bought a yard of fabric and 2  extra thick foam squares at Joann's about a week ago. (that alone is another story! I thought that the fabric I picked out was $9.99 a yard, but I must have read wrong - it was $18.00 a yard... oh well, it's still a good price all things considered).  I wish I had taken 'before' pictures because the chairs really looked bad.  The padding had disinegrated to just about nothing and the fabric was worn down &amp; fraying. &lt;br /&gt;I love the new Waverly 'cranberry/off white stripe print' - it goes well with our olive green walls.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/DSCF0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/DSCF0366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple to do if you don't factor in the few minor mishaps.&lt;br /&gt;The only 'glitch' in the project went back to blue &amp; pink jobs.  I never use staple guns and I guess they are technically a blue job in our house (and I certainly never use electric staple guns!)  Who knew that the staples had to be loaded a certain way.... why do they not have simple instructions engraved in the metal ends of the gun????&lt;br /&gt;3 hours and countless staples &amp; phone calls to David later.... project done and I love the new chairs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114040315844359654?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114040315844359654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114040315844359654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114040315844359654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114040315844359654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/reupholstering.html' title='Reupholstering'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-114009471378553407</id><published>2006-02-16T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T07:58:33.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>38 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I Got Tagged...by Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your occupation? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;business owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What color is your underwear? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;random question! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are you listening to right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the early show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chicken salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you wish on stars? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;navy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How is the weather right now? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How old are you today? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite drink? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;iced tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sport to watch? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever dyed your hair? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no, just highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wear contacts or glasses? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no, but I should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Pets? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2 dogs, 2 ferrets, 1 guinea pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite month? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite food? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;almost any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;seafood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What was the last movie you watched? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Whatever Happened to Baby Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite day of the year? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you do to vent anger? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shop :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Hugs or kisses? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Living arrangements? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;single family home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When was the last time you cried? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a couple of weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is on the floor of your closet? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who is/are the friends you have had the longest? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do last night? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cleaned, watched a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite smell? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;clean laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What inspires you? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 29. What are you afraid of? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;snakes, spiders, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite car?&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite dog breed? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Number of keys on your key ring? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How many years at your current job? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite day of the week? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. How many states have you lived in? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. How many cities have you lived in/name them? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What was the last book you read? &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm tagging Dawn :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-114009471378553407?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/114009471378553407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=114009471378553407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114009471378553407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/114009471378553407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/38-questions.html' title='38 Questions'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113992390226951688</id><published>2006-02-14T08:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:40:07.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0214Valentines0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0214Valentines0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This morning David brought me a Valentine's Day bag with my coffee. It was the sweetest thing ever. Inside was a dura-flame log, 2 types of cheese, crackers, a frog for my collection, and a note asking me to spend an evening in front of the fire with him after we go out to dinner :) What a wonderful way to start my day. I am married to such a sweet guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0214Valentines0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0214Valentines0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113992390226951688?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113992390226951688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113992390226951688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113992390226951688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113992390226951688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113984753748151955</id><published>2006-02-13T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:20:30.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband the Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2005_1225christmas0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2005_1225christmas0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David recently bought me a new 9.0 mega pixel camera. Yes, he totally spoils me :) Well, I'm the type of person that when we get a new (fill in the blank) I want to read, or should I say, I want David to read the instruction manual cover to cover. Of course, David just likes to dive right in (he'll deny that, but it's true) We've taken quite a few pictures with the new camera, but here are a couple that David took. This is the first one he took and he calls it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"FRUIT BOWL"&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"MAILBOX"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0212snow0017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0212snow0017.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0212snow0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0212snow0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Frozen Tree"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure talent I tell you! Should our business ever fail, I know how we're going to make a living :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113984753748151955?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113984753748151955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113984753748151955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113984753748151955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113984753748151955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-husband-photographer.html' title='My Husband the Photographer'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113975797519853418</id><published>2006-02-12T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:01:04.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OT Coffee Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0212coffee0007.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0212coffee0007.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, since I've decided against turning the sunroom into my scraproom I've taken Dawn's suggestion and started brewing the coffee. Cookies are being served too - though they are store bought, not homemade :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you'd like to bring your scrapping supplies, that would be great.  And if you happen to have a c.j., bring that too - I'm dying to see what they look like in real life.  Since we're in the midst of a 'blizzard' you should probably bring your boots, mittens, hat &amp; a sled. We can go build a snowman or go sled riding when we need a scrapping break.   See you all in the sunroom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0212coffee0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0212coffee0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113975797519853418?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113975797519853418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113975797519853418' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113975797519853418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113975797519853418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/ot-coffee-invitation.html' title='OT Coffee Invitation'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113970189183211232</id><published>2006-02-11T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:51:31.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments always help :)</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the imput on my sunroom topic.  I hadn't thought about the paper fading or about not being able to go up in storage. Thanks for the input :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113970189183211232?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113970189183211232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113970189183211232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113970189183211232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113970189183211232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/comments-always-help.html' title='Comments always help :)'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113957543754220024</id><published>2006-02-10T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T07:44:59.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the Sunroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/PDR_1492.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/PDR_1492.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  David offered to let me take over the sunroom as my new scrap space. My scraproom now is on the small side - plus it's an office/scraproom combo so I have all my paperwork in there too.  We don't use the sunroom very much - though when we first moved here we swore that we were going to drink our coffee there every morning (we've only done that a handful of times). The room itself would make a great scraproom.  With all the natural light it's always bright &amp; sunny.  Oh well, something to think about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113957543754220024?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113957543754220024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113957543754220024' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113957543754220024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113957543754220024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunroom.html' title='the Sunroom'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113952709656086965</id><published>2006-02-09T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T18:47:53.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Max &amp; Oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/max%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/200/max%20001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&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;No matter how good or bad your day is, just go see Max &amp; Oliver &amp; you end up laughing and smiling.  They are just the cutest! They are always getting into mischief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/max%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/200/max%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's almost like having toddlers around.  Actually, it's exactly like having toddlers!  We've had Max &amp; Oliver for 2 years now and it's hard to remember what it was like before they joined our family. For those that don't know about ferrets, to me, they are like a cross between a dog &amp; a cat. Both of ours are litter trained, come when called, love to please, yet have a mind of their own.  They say that 3 is a good ferret number, so I am sorry that we didn't expand our 'business' (a group of ferrets)while M &amp; O were still young. The kids even had a name picked out for number #3 - they wanted an albino &amp; picked the name "Stewart Big".  We certainly have room. Max &amp; Oliver have a 3 story penthouse cage.  It's about 5 feet tall, 4 feet wide and about 3 feet deep. Now that Max &amp; Oliver have been alone together for 2 years, I don't think it would be easy to introduce a new ferret to their home :(  I remember how difficult it was when Max, who was just a couple of months old, but had been an "only child" for a few months, got his roomy - Oliver.  Poor Oliver, he was just a baby &amp; Max treated him like his own personal squeeky toy! Dragged him everywhere.  It was part of determining their 'status' in the group.  It was hard to watch, but pretty typical of ferret behavior.  Now, just look at them &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/max%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/max%20002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  They are the best of friends and hang out together all the time. I mean, honestly, who would put up with their best friend sharing a hammock???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jessica &amp; Kristin were little they each had a ferret.  Slinky &amp; Sammy :)  Jessica got Slinky first - and Slinky was such a sweatheart.  She loved to cuddle &amp; be held.  Not too much later we got Sammy... eeks!   What a piece of work he was!  He was a toe bitter and nipped Opa's toes on more than one occasion (not a smart move LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago we went away for the weekend.  Max &amp; Oliver's cage have 9 doors - yep, 9.  Well, someone (and I won't mention names) forgot to close one of the doors.  Ferrets are notorious for digging, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised to walk in and find that my sunroom, with it's bazillion plants, had been turned upside down!  What a mess!  Max, was innocent.  He just likes to stay close to his hammock - but Oliver... well, he's the naughty one!  &lt;br /&gt;But how could you not love this face??? &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/max.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/max.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113952709656086965?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113952709656086965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113952709656086965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113952709656086965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113952709656086965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/max-oliver.html' title='Max &amp; Oliver'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113940575644510207</id><published>2006-02-08T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T08:50:20.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/1600/2006_0113gunstock0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4949/2244/320/2006_0113gunstock0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling it is to watch your youngest take a run from the summit.  She runs with the big dogs and has no problem keeping up.  I have to say, this has been our best ski year ever - well, except for when we used to go to Smuggler's.  It is so neat to take the highspeed lift to the summit with all of the little guys and be able to ski as a family.  No more bunny slopes (though sometimes I miss those days :) &amp; no more worries about terrain being to difficult.  They all love the challenge of a black diamond.  I still don't like the terrain park. I've seen the ski patrol at more accident sites than I care to.  So, I am thankful that none of the kids want to try the rails and that they are content doing the jumps - at least for now.  It's funny how David makes skiing look so easy. I love to watch him - he can do jumps, ski backwards &amp; race down the mountain like no one else. He's a natural and fortunately the kids have his skiing talent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if we could just get a bit more snow, I'd be an even happier camper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113940575644510207?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113940575644510207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113940575644510207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113940575644510207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113940575644510207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/view.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;The View&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113936495954877263</id><published>2006-02-07T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:17:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Dawn - are you sure this is going to work???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113936495954877263?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113936495954877263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113936495954877263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113936495954877263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113936495954877263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-dawn-are-you-sure-this-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22112110.post-113935531336482891</id><published>2006-02-07T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:35:13.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's new!</title><content type='html'>This is it!  Peer pressure, but hey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22112110-113935531336482891?l=ingridjc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/feeds/113935531336482891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22112110&amp;postID=113935531336482891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113935531336482891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22112110/posts/default/113935531336482891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridjc.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-new.html' title='It&apos;s new!'/><author><name>ingrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15142984883375946265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v436/ijc/ResizeWizard-1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
