tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-359140812024-03-07T01:11:12.497-08:00Brown Eyed Girl" To revel in the wonders of life, to think, to remember, to dream - this is to know happiness."
A look at the world from the brown eyes of a little girl all grown up. A mother and a wife now making my journey through life. This is my place for ranting, and raving. Taking time for reminiscing. Relishing and rejoicing in the little things. And reflecting on all things these brown eyes have seen.Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-48258791638090825892008-12-31T16:13:00.000-08:002008-12-31T16:16:08.686-08:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!!</span></strong></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2__5Caqf22jJD1V3HaLairLP8wocbGOivK3HPEhp3gZg9Ma5hYFpoBAa0b-w-k8ZUs-kFJbBlGC6eEZDIAff0WL-FXoVPTNQnN_LSqP4oIEZ65ODO6oP2-0zwhLbMCM-cyam/s1600-h/Christmas+family+pic+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286112180611850514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2__5Caqf22jJD1V3HaLairLP8wocbGOivK3HPEhp3gZg9Ma5hYFpoBAa0b-w-k8ZUs-kFJbBlGC6eEZDIAff0WL-FXoVPTNQnN_LSqP4oIEZ65ODO6oP2-0zwhLbMCM-cyam/s320/Christmas+family+pic+08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-1264290192814192832008-12-16T17:31:00.000-08:002008-12-16T19:38:38.441-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>SNOW DAY pictures.. as promised!!</strong></span> </div><p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi629cVBH8RidhUsNMk5Lw3Vr2yE2jQ3G7awHZbVZ1djlCvPcA5uzTu0iSfDm5em875VHzQjEWa4n5X0DYnXBclQ7HIzrwdgGz8p1vnROkyxtJX6hdIMn2ri7Pm2IpC2Rb62hCG/s1600-h/snow+dec+08_011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280567130633091570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi629cVBH8RidhUsNMk5Lw3Vr2yE2jQ3G7awHZbVZ1djlCvPcA5uzTu0iSfDm5em875VHzQjEWa4n5X0DYnXBclQ7HIzrwdgGz8p1vnROkyxtJX6hdIMn2ri7Pm2IpC2Rb62hCG/s200/snow+dec+08_011.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">This is what Gray thought of the snow</p><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PUU7LIgGkqnRvoPb-ypSNTiDywhyphenhyphenKbsTx6N0J49UXwsdLMTuKvEwABwQsVgI-8LYVVLfH2dviN3DIT5FjAfuh7hxa1CjwVX9ikeEhMz4eazGgM9one4mpCa1M79s3bEOFMtp/s1600-h/snow+dec+08_007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280567123895126946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PUU7LIgGkqnRvoPb-ypSNTiDywhyphenhyphenKbsTx6N0J49UXwsdLMTuKvEwABwQsVgI-8LYVVLfH2dviN3DIT5FjAfuh7hxa1CjwVX9ikeEhMz4eazGgM9one4mpCa1M79s3bEOFMtp/s200/snow+dec+08_007.JPG" border="0" /></a>Maddy the angel<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxp625t4Z_LqHGwslwtYJ_c72cE9meZOWN1qqScsUfXnBRhg1rRYZfAb42iHGBuZ-J2ZdljtXAllg_0HBg727-ZyZnTHhsv-qb1RhJocP_RThocWF5U2qGIaQX7TPlTSo05Tx/s1600-h/snow+dec+08_025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280567113664486418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxp625t4Z_LqHGwslwtYJ_c72cE9meZOWN1qqScsUfXnBRhg1rRYZfAb42iHGBuZ-J2ZdljtXAllg_0HBg727-ZyZnTHhsv-qb1RhJocP_RThocWF5U2qGIaQX7TPlTSo05Tx/s200/snow+dec+08_025.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sebastian obsessed with snowballs<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4e6UxQZoxDCfg15U9A69YyCG9KuRIDcNIG36I0OZGy_V244X_XH2V2RzWsyY76uuPf11j7iKHDw3Y3J-rWsMnJxEgxwJR-6dJKiDGUQiqk9TJ41a5VYY6qu4Gl8f_xvRck2K/s1600-h/snow+dec+08_030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280567109096213106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4e6UxQZoxDCfg15U9A69YyCG9KuRIDcNIG36I0OZGy_V244X_XH2V2RzWsyY76uuPf11j7iKHDw3Y3J-rWsMnJxEgxwJR-6dJKiDGUQiqk9TJ41a5VYY6qu4Gl8f_xvRck2K/s200/snow+dec+08_030.JPG" border="0" /></a> Snow days aren't so fun for the grown ups!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-35904150285656089312008-12-14T22:51:00.000-08:002008-12-14T23:16:56.651-08:00<div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">Bad, bad blogger!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ok,</strong> <span style="color:#000000;">so I've totally ignored my blog, and become addicted to facebook instead! I now miss my blog and shall add my two cents back into bloglandia soon. Or bore readers with some witty dialogue, or anecdote, or a photo that I find particularly wonderful. I sure do enjoy it, and lovingly force my husband to read it.. claiming that if he doesn't, he "doesn't really know me" ! </span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">I probably will start tomorrow with some pictures of the snow that's falling outside right this very minute. You will see my children bundled in coats and hats, with red noses, and smiles of delight. You will see my husband and I grinning for a couple of "snow bunny" captions. And of course the dog, jumping up to catch the snowballs, with his black fur covered with white icy chunks. </span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000000;">It's all a likely prediction to happen very soon. In fact, they're all asleep and I've already ran out to start snapping my predictable photos.There's some of the home and the street with its new blanket of snow... and of course a couple of the dog since he was awake, and found the snow as exciting as I have!</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I won't leave you waiting for long... in fact... I'll start now... I've made you all wait long enough! And I'm thinking all ready of a New Year's resolution to be a better blogger!</span> </div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76TNuvSEIkN3SNizOFk43Fn1-GlRkmOFmmoQzW6geR-ThVf8XUCPcCV0oWOying2qSNNiPrabzyxRcX5nGV1zIBI8lWdxrlmbli3G4vOHrLFnTKUS1oSPd8WNV4mwLtGV66-E/s1600-h/PC140004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279911993202534770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi76TNuvSEIkN3SNizOFk43Fn1-GlRkmOFmmoQzW6geR-ThVf8XUCPcCV0oWOying2qSNNiPrabzyxRcX5nGV1zIBI8lWdxrlmbli3G4vOHrLFnTKUS1oSPd8WNV4mwLtGV66-E/s200/PC140004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zwx_vMlyAxB8tj3060hkNkai2vp2dBbJ7oWyYdDBaDRylz6pSp3uRsnhJ22Hwm3XmsnwMdvAZsGEOX68VPD1fG4NaOpNw6m2r-jud5ZdgZbScXX7jnhJHYf0KQ32tR5Tbym0/s1600-h/PC140005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279911983444023826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4zwx_vMlyAxB8tj3060hkNkai2vp2dBbJ7oWyYdDBaDRylz6pSp3uRsnhJ22Hwm3XmsnwMdvAZsGEOX68VPD1fG4NaOpNw6m2r-jud5ZdgZbScXX7jnhJHYf0KQ32tR5Tbym0/s200/PC140005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-70929073032448538902008-11-22T14:22:00.001-08:002008-11-22T14:42:27.824-08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">MORE from the MIND OF MADALYNE:</span></strong><br /><br />( I've saved up some of my favorite from the last 2 months)<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">1)</span></strong> Maddy:" Mommy, your underwear are boring..."<br /> Me: " Oh really, I didn't know they were boring"<br /> Maddy: " Yeah they are... you need to get some with horsies on them!!"<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">2)</span></strong> Maddy brought home a pretty finger painting from school-swirls of golds, yellows and other light colors. I asked her, " what is this a picture of?" Very matter of factual she says... " inside of a burrito." In a totally 'DUH' like tone.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">3)</span></strong> Maddy's best friend, Isla and family, were in Scotland for awhile and Maddy wrote a letter to send to her. I explained that we needed to go to the Post Office to make sure we put the right postage on, in order for the letter to go so far away.<br /> Later that day upon pulling into the Post Office, Maddy says,<br /> " So, this is Scotland ?? !! "<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(mind you, I had spent much time showing her globes and pics of where Isla was...hmm, but that just doesn't compute in a 5 year olds mind...)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">'</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;">4)</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Riding home from school in the car:</span><br /> Maddy: " We got to have tambourines for snack today!"<br /> Me:<span style="font-size:85%;"> ( after thinking hard for a moment), "D<span style="font-size:100%;">o you maybe mean</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>tangerine</strong>?"</span><br /> Maddy: " I dunno, but they were really good!"<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">5)</span></strong> In her class, as a teacher aid, I was sitting at the teacher's desk doing some work while having the wonderful opportunity of listening to the teacher and the class. This is what I heard:<br /><br />(while reviewing after a story)<br />Mrs. Burnham: " So class, who can tell me what the Indian's made their teepee's out of?"<br />Maddy: "MEAT!!"<br /><br />... and a few mins later:<br /><br />Mrs. Burnham: " The Indian's used every part of the buffalo... what did they do with the fat ? "<br />Another child: "Cooking."<br />Maddy: "Macaroni and Cheese!!!!"<br /><br />(and she was dead serious!!! I was dying... trying not to distract the class w my laughter!!)Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-78785197946181983092008-11-22T14:14:00.000-08:002008-11-22T14:21:56.203-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">M.I.A.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><strong>Ok, I know... If you read my blog, I'm so sorry! </strong>I dropped off the internet planet for a few weeks! I also abandoned flickr, myspace, and email.... I was an equal opportunity "abandoner" ! I think I was just using my creative energy elsewhere... I painted some signs for friends, painted some things for the school, and painted two very large horses on my daughter's walls. I also made some jewelry,and cut out 30 little indian vests for Maddy's school feast. So my story is, my creative juices were taxed and there were none left for my online creativity! I updated flickr today, and have blog's planned for this week! So rest assured, I'm here this week for a bit of entertainment and peek into my life once again! :p</span>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-16082400366407805962008-10-30T16:55:00.000-07:002008-10-30T17:06:20.096-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Pregnancy, Estrogen, and Women Q & A !!</strong></span>
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<br />Q: Should I have a baby after 35?
<br />A: No, 35 children is enough.
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<br />Q : I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?
<br /> A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.
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<br />Q : What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?
<br />A: Childbirth.
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<br />Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.
<br />A: So what's your question?
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<br /> Q : My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?
<br /> A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.
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<br /> Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?
<br /> A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.
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<br />Q : Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labour?
<br />A: Not unless the word 'alimony' means anything to you.
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<br /> Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?
<br /> A: Yes, pregnancy.
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<br /> Q : Do I have to have a baby shower?
<br /> A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.
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<br /> Q : Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?
<br />A: When the kids are in college.
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<br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">'ESTROGEN ISSUES' 9 WAYS TO KNOW IF YOU HAVE 'ESTROGEN ISSUES'</span></strong> :
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<br />1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.
<br />2. You're adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelet.
<br /> 3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.
<br /> 4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.
<br />5. You're using your cellular phone to dial up every bumper sticker that says: 'How's my driving- call 1- 800-____.
<br />6. Everyone's head looks like an invitation to batting practice.
<br />7. Everyone seems to have just landed here from 'outer space.'
<br /> 8. You're sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.
<br />9. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.
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<br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">TOP TEN THINGS ONLY WOMEN UNDERSTAND :</span></strong>
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<br /></span></strong>10. Cats' facial expressions.
<br /></span></strong>9. The need for the same style of shoes in different colors.
<br /> 8. Why bean sprouts aren't just weeds.
<br />7. Fat clothes.
<br />6. Taking a car trip without trying to beat your best time.
<br />5. The difference between beige, ecru, cream, off-white, and eggshell.
<br />4. Cutting your hair to make it grow.
<br />3. Eyelash curlers.
<br />2. The inaccuracy of every bathroom scale ever made.
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<br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">AND, the Number One thing only women understand:</span></strong>
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<br /><strong><span style="color:#000000;">1. OTHER WOMEN</span></strong>
<br />Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-37501279483113055902008-10-24T11:13:00.001-07:002008-10-24T11:29:05.673-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;">A fall 'must have':</span></strong></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;"><strong>Pumpkin-Chocolate chip Muffins !!</strong></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2957149140/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 370px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 271px" height="291" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2957149140_80ee15abe1.jpg" width="401" /></a><br /></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left">I'm baking my second batch today of these muffins. I have two friends that bake ALL the time, and I call them my "fat friends" (<em>you know who you are!! ;)</em> ). Because every time I'm visiting, they are feeding me homebaked goods and they are HUGE contributors to the flabby belly of mine!! (btw--they are not fat, its me that's getting fat because of them!!) One of those two introduced me to these a couple years back, and I cannot go without them now. These muffins have quite the following ... several of my friends now make these too. I plan on sharing the batch I'm making today, otherwise, they will all end up landing somewhere around my waistline! I'd like to share this very yummy recipe for those of you who would like to join me in overeating these scrumptious muffins every fall too!!</div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Muffins</span></strong></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1 2/3 cup Flour</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1 cup Sugar</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1 tsp Pumpkin Pie Spice</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1 tsp Cinnamon</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1 tsp Baking Soda</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1/4 tsp Baking Powder</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1/4 tsp Salt</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">Mix together</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">2 Eggs</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1 cup canned Pumpkin</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">1/2 cup melted Butter</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">Mix together then add to dry ingredients</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">Add 1 cup Chocolate Chips</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;">Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes.</span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="color:#330000;"></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left">THEN ENJOY!!!!!</div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><p></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-7552156481003355892008-10-21T10:17:00.000-07:002008-10-21T10:42:05.531-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><em>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADDY-CAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</em></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Here she is at her first birthday:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jQLlT-9aye4TL0LUJylEnTapL7NCbnfdzy7VxUmXwbkcV8fnD3NPr0jNYSXb7BSAbwDt0dndsryC1WWlcjezAzpW5PtZQx6D1t_jYgFIYbQRaY-8Qi8KnYywCNEllB3_YEU0/s1600-h/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259661037033255090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1jQLlT-9aye4TL0LUJylEnTapL7NCbnfdzy7VxUmXwbkcV8fnD3NPr0jNYSXb7BSAbwDt0dndsryC1WWlcjezAzpW5PtZQx6D1t_jYgFIYbQRaY-8Qi8KnYywCNEllB3_YEU0/s200/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9l3SRhcJHk5UEWc-buYF4e4MPEj3StQdZlKOz45JkkreQTaRhqPnCF80hDpnJqlQOcQOoXHQuLyrdcnU5rekHZv6WGGkTLJZ6954NMrKWV_oVDfceaInAzmS3XZDbM5Hq8bLZ/s1600-h/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259661044651618258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9l3SRhcJHk5UEWc-buYF4e4MPEj3StQdZlKOz45JkkreQTaRhqPnCF80hDpnJqlQOcQOoXHQuLyrdcnU5rekHZv6WGGkTLJZ6954NMrKWV_oVDfceaInAzmS3XZDbM5Hq8bLZ/s200/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9u_G_kW0mPkL-cQv7kJN86aIe3FxIEIOSHTSUNoMRGt1WXAjij810ELaSgaRA6wt51q2PxpU6rwtJrdWTewc7yO3C8qTO7yvibXFRypzcTEhugr3ZUcYO98Xgpj1DEXY1MSEP/s1600-h/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259661057364366194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9u_G_kW0mPkL-cQv7kJN86aIe3FxIEIOSHTSUNoMRGt1WXAjij810ELaSgaRA6wt51q2PxpU6rwtJrdWTewc7yO3C8qTO7yvibXFRypzcTEhugr3ZUcYO98Xgpj1DEXY1MSEP/s200/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrOteFjrE7SAgXH7JeHhOxBRd8jDBYuf2loFZizc1S0w5JTU0qz9bX7G9mb1oJ6_XPSX3OJfvhDQNlIur5ZKryFs42tSYojRwhTKzjzYZ8tkz7l8LA93NmyMshj30oWCKiQI13/s1600-h/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259661065943720914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrOteFjrE7SAgXH7JeHhOxBRd8jDBYuf2loFZizc1S0w5JTU0qz9bX7G9mb1oJ6_XPSX3OJfvhDQNlIur5ZKryFs42tSYojRwhTKzjzYZ8tkz7l8LA93NmyMshj30oWCKiQI13/s200/looking+back+at+Maddy+one+year_003.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><br /></strong><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div></div>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-31295888314036088652008-10-20T10:59:00.000-07:002008-10-21T11:02:22.580-07:00<span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">And here she is at 5 years old!!!</span></strong><em> (even decorated her own cake!)</em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwRTdhCAOdk-2cyKvhvf9VaTRp6MIB6_QpOlbedB_MXil7iyEH6eWPwQ0Qold60QurB4BYj5I0f1uHXon7m9QS_p-BxUFa0g6fppEpQqtzgHwc7cTHTeXIzW9wG1AxMOS9aKo/s1600-h/PA200111.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259668820158087490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAwRTdhCAOdk-2cyKvhvf9VaTRp6MIB6_QpOlbedB_MXil7iyEH6eWPwQ0Qold60QurB4BYj5I0f1uHXon7m9QS_p-BxUFa0g6fppEpQqtzgHwc7cTHTeXIzW9wG1AxMOS9aKo/s200/PA200111.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8phCK4RbCxsZTnxjxMfr0JRghj9jBeo9hMdxhSg5os3v5lukvo_rVwpltKM4McgFPG-NmF0Y3NfaHCuYrKJE-gSgIPIZPS3BqpRAtRXhOmRwVxaUVerMz-omRrBieqvYq6H_h/s1600-h/PA200112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259668828900607234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8phCK4RbCxsZTnxjxMfr0JRghj9jBeo9hMdxhSg5os3v5lukvo_rVwpltKM4McgFPG-NmF0Y3NfaHCuYrKJE-gSgIPIZPS3BqpRAtRXhOmRwVxaUVerMz-omRrBieqvYq6H_h/s200/PA200112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLsZMDWCz5ofDovXuWCA3xkQioe41FFfd3Rcar516nWbqcBys240alO9QFUlS6nhXboYvN6JT3F0L8HVw0VlLWA6iiE59wNVhN-6FWX-kVs6HgH83cpjKdKy4MkKe7LFNm3U6/s1600-h/PA200090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259668850942129666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLsZMDWCz5ofDovXuWCA3xkQioe41FFfd3Rcar516nWbqcBys240alO9QFUlS6nhXboYvN6JT3F0L8HVw0VlLWA6iiE59wNVhN-6FWX-kVs6HgH83cpjKdKy4MkKe7LFNm3U6/s200/PA200090.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-7711508004159888172008-10-19T19:29:00.001-07:002008-10-19T19:31:22.338-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2957151358/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 419px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 328px" height="342" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3010/2957151358_a6af2df687.jpg" width="446" /></a><br /></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I needed a moment to mommy brag !!!!!</strong></span></div><p></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-31599445052439238112008-10-16T18:30:00.000-07:002008-10-16T19:03:54.577-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;">Boobs must be pretty important in this society....</span></strong><br /><br />An entire month dedicated to breast cancer awareness?! Donating to research, reminding ladies to do their monthly exams and get their<em>," boobs smooshed" (</em>mammograms), and raising awareness that this is happening to more and more women every year. Pink is symbolizing these women, and the slogans are many!! I have found <span style="color:#ff99ff;">EVERYTHING PINK,</span> from candy wrappers, to laundry detergent, bracelets, to hair extensions! It really IS great isn't it?!<br />BUT..... why is it that this particular cancer is soooooo popular? I have not seen ONE store without some sort of pink something for the month of October. WHY is it that I have yet to see an entire month dedicated to colon cancer, which is very rampant among men and women? (you already know what color that ribbon/month would be!) OR... why is there not a month and a popular attention for prostate cancer? I'm thinking the women are really getting some unfair attention here. Is it the fact that breasts are sacred among society?! EVERYONE can get behind, <em>"saving the Ta-ta's",</em> (as I read on one shirt recently), but no one wants to ask the men if they've gotten their prostate checked?<br /><br />SO, I hereby declare a day for the men out there! Today I'm going <strong><em><span style="color:#000099;">," Blue for the Balls"</span> !</em><br /></strong>I'm thinking of some slogans now..... how about <em>"have you coughed lately?"</em> I think we should, <em>hear it for the boys!! </em>Let's see some <em>support </em>for our men and their issues and <em>strap</em> on a blue ribbon. We should remind them all not to be <em>testey </em>and see their doctor every year too! I think we should print up some shirts encouraging them, "Don't be <em>nuts!</em> Get 'em checked!"<br /><br />I think we can do this.... I think we can spread the attention to other parts of the anatomy.....<br /><br />OR....<br /><br />are <span style="color:#cc33cc;">BOOBS</span> just that much more important????!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(I apologize in advance to my father, who reads this blog!!)Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-20621694025327157362008-10-07T20:13:00.005-07:002008-10-07T20:17:47.564-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;">Shades of Pink from my Garden...</span></strong></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"> </div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2922360661/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="297" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2922360661_f3a9cc7b46.jpg" width="396" /></a><br /></div><p></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-63575611627818179282008-10-07T20:13:00.003-07:002008-10-07T20:19:59.734-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2922360423/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 390px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 343px" height="299" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/2922360423_c2e1e00368.jpg" width="420" /></a></span></div><p></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-49960511536566287362008-10-07T20:13:00.001-07:002008-10-07T20:15:34.847-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2923211452/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="437" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3272/2923211452_6d76b3448f.jpg" width="345" /></a><br /></div><p></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-87290744561296164462008-10-07T20:12:00.001-07:002008-10-07T20:20:55.911-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2922360071/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; WIDTH: 390px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid; HEIGHT: 296px" height="305" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2922360071_b9d12b5850.jpg" width="432" /></a><br /></div><p></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-61276429043617520952008-10-06T14:10:00.001-07:002008-10-06T14:14:06.383-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong>October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month....</strong></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><strong><em>In honor, I'm going PINK for the week!!</em></strong></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2919957142/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3027/2919957142_f5fa02a89e.jpg" /></a><br /></div><p>I got my MAMMOGRAM done.... have you????!!!!!</p><p></p><p><strong>GO DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</strong></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-60780188863215669902008-10-02T17:07:00.000-07:002008-10-02T17:12:07.738-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'm registered,</span> <span style="color:#000099;">and plan to VOTE</span></strong></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>.... you???</strong></span><br /></span><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhDRVKDcXQo&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhDRVKDcXQo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-24513877165176604522008-10-01T09:48:00.000-07:002008-10-01T11:07:22.487-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;">Look who's STOKED to be eating again!!!</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8fsXzdEW-cm-DPysYs59Ca_ZEclqWtGASgZ6JNPmUvZhyphenhyphend60mfsYLAsIhboYyu-tE2lk_kxdANIq8-mv6H_1zj2EHi2M-sfCPq5ny7RZBfZSXxTWE16b56QU6dlswElmxySjL/s1600-h/P9290011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252228877539013266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8fsXzdEW-cm-DPysYs59Ca_ZEclqWtGASgZ6JNPmUvZhyphenhyphend60mfsYLAsIhboYyu-tE2lk_kxdANIq8-mv6H_1zj2EHi2M-sfCPq5ny7RZBfZSXxTWE16b56QU6dlswElmxySjL/s320/P9290011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl-gxAOCy7JHw8ZDqCpromuUErJeWyhn6SblkHcfiV1Dv-7hyWo7JsbqcHDw0LMAYjm18uYgMxuEG15u-24IhVssDm0TLP2uhCBTCBip3T6iKF5l86uieyQUAStGMm5XlvSfd/s1600-h/P9290004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252228883357506690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl-gxAOCy7JHw8ZDqCpromuUErJeWyhn6SblkHcfiV1Dv-7hyWo7JsbqcHDw0LMAYjm18uYgMxuEG15u-24IhVssDm0TLP2uhCBTCBip3T6iKF5l86uieyQUAStGMm5XlvSfd/s320/P9290004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0QT6_XYIITKBtnu1Om3j3OE0evAZEe77-IuyO25dNhAZHfPMs3XzHBnZiEquesuC_tiYnS_xzf6UM0pjLoc2AwTrRVDizxFIc8INmutgeyRhv2uYx-WnRQlJvhm-vem3fmYOX/s1600-h/P9290008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252228885979286658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0QT6_XYIITKBtnu1Om3j3OE0evAZEe77-IuyO25dNhAZHfPMs3XzHBnZiEquesuC_tiYnS_xzf6UM0pjLoc2AwTrRVDizxFIc8INmutgeyRhv2uYx-WnRQlJvhm-vem3fmYOX/s320/P9290008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">My little food monster is back!! <em>(Still have some diarrhea, will for about a month</em>) . But the doctor says, after his checkup on Monday, that he needs to gain at least a pound back. He lost a pound and a half, so one pound will put him back at a healthy weight. So those of you that know Gray, know that this shouldn't be a problem for him!!! He also has seen the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Naturopath</span> whose working on him too, so his health should be up and running soon!</span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">**So WHAT was the story, and WHAT <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">happened</span>? ..... here it is, as short as possible..... ( warning... this is very disgusting stuff!! Don't eat while reading!)</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Friday, the 19<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span>, Gray began to have diarrhea. Saturday the 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span>, he developed a fever. Sunday the 21st, in the afternoon, I called the nurse at our pediatricians office because he had the WORST diaper rash I had ever seen because of the constant diarrhea, and the diaper creams I had weren't working, so I was thinking possibly a yeast rash. At this point I really had thought at first he was teething, or just a little flu bug. The first clue I had is that the nurse was concerned about his hydration, and that he had an awfully high fever for it to be accompanied by diarrhea. We got him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pedialyte</span>, and juice, and new cream for his bottom, when about an hour or two later, upon him getting up from his nap, I opened a HORRIFIC diaper! In his diaper was blood, and chunks of flesh, obvious, internal flesh mixed with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mucous</span> green sludge!! I ran to call the nurse back who immediately said to put the diaper in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ziploc</span> and get him to urgent care. I was trying not to panic, and kinda resolved myself to thinking, he had just developed <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hemorrhoids</span> that caused some blood, and it was not as big of a deal as I had initially thought. This just shows its time for an anti-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">diearrheal</span> medicine. I honestly thought that was what we were going to urgent care for. At 5:30 I arrived at the Urgent Care center. ( urgent care is for those that need a doctor after hours, but are not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">necessarily</span> in an emergency). </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">All the waiting begins!!!!!!!!!! We finally get seen, the Doc opens the diaper, and urgently says, "This is infectious diarrhea!" I have NO idea what he is talking about as he quickly is swabbing and sampling, and getting nurses. The nurses come back telling me they need blood drawn, and blood cultures, and I'm standing there is shock, asking what on earth is going on? I ask the Doc, " Are we talking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">rotovirus</span>, or what are you saying here? " He starts in, " Where have you eaten this week, been around any farm animals, out of country, what pets do you have?!" This is a bacterial infection, we have to make sure its not in his bloodstream. A couple of hours later, and several horrible blood draws, he determines that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Grayson</span> is dehydrated, they can't get enough blood from him, and its time to go to the emergency room... it is now 9:30pm. I ask what he's getting at here, and he explains that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Grayson</span> needs IV fluids, we have to check his kidneys, and he needs to be admitted to the hospital. Sending me to the ER is the fastest way for all that to happen, he has called ahead and they are ready for us! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">WOW!! I really thought we were coming in for the flu and some rash cream!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We wait hours in the ER only for some idiot doctor who looked 14, to finally come and tell us, "look, I've seen worse in kids who are dehydrated, we got some fluid down him orally, go home and see your pediatrician tomorrow." I argued and said, "Look at the diapers, (which at this point I know have at least 10 from the time we had arrived), the Doc in Urgent care said he needed to be admitted, and he's no longer eating as of this morning, and didn't the doctor sent me with paperwork on his instructions of what should happen next!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So he doesn't even open the diapers, and just says, " kids get all types of diarrhea, and you'll just have to wait for the cultures to come back, and keep a lot of fluids down him"</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Zach and I walked away from that totally confused. Trying to relax from what the first doctor said, and think, well maybe this young guy just had a fresh look at it, and we'll see or Doc in the morning. But I will tell you, down in my gut, I did NOT have a good feeling! We got home at 1:30a.m. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Monday Sept. 21st, at 9:00 a.m., I am rushing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Grayson</span> down to our pediatrician's office, throwing Maddy off to a friends as quickly as I could, I knew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Grayson's</span> state was NOT good!! He projectile <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">vomited</span> his morning bottle, and that was the only thing he had taken since early Sunday. I knew we would be admitted to the hospital, and the first Doctor was right. Sure enough my pediatrician took one look at him, and looked me in the eye, and she said, " you know ,don't you?" "Yes I do, I'm ready", I respond. "They'll be waiting for you at the front desk of the hospital lobby, and I'll make sure they get you a very nice room with a view!". Gray and I take a very long walk, across a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">skybridge</span> and down to the hospital lobby, and we get admitted to the pediatric ward at about 10a.m. , and we do have a lovely room with a view of the river. What a surreal and out of body experience that was! Zach left work to join us, and all the family got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">phonecalls</span>. Getting an IV line in took 2 hours, and 2 teams of different nurses, finally resulting in the pediatric educator coming in and finally getting a vein. The poor kid was THAT dehydrated. A nurse had escorted me down the hall to wait in a room where I couldn't hear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Grayson</span> screaming anymore! I couldn't take it anymore, and my nerves were fried! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Thus begins my almost <strong><span style="color:#990000;">96</span></strong> hours of hospital life ! I never left the hospital, and I only left site of that room twice! Once to walk down to the cafe for breakfast, and once for a coffee from the same cafe. Most of the time we were waiting, waiting to see what the lab results were, waiting to see the doctor again, waiting for food or a visitor, waiting to see if the fluids worked, waiting to see if the diarrhea slowed down, waiting to see how much blood was in the next diaper. I hardly slept, which obviously a hospital is not the place to do that anyhow! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Grayson's</span> kidneys did just fine! Basically we just got him in there in the nick of time, we were treading on VERY dangerous water! And my Pediatrician was very upset that the second Doc sent us home--- we should have NEVER been sent away with a baby in that condition!! She was very scared for Gray when she saw him in her office and thought he could have already been in HUS (a syndrome usually linked with e. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">coli</span> that basically produces kidney failure). He did not get that far, and he held steady through the week. He produced about 3 diarrhea diapers an hour, and when I asked," he has had NO food for more than 24 hours, why does he still have diarrhea?" Well the answer is quite horrific... " its the lining of his colon..... the bacteria has attacked and his colon is shedding off, it will rebuild itself in time!" So all the sludge and slime, was just the insides of my baby---GREAT--- NO PROBLEM---- !!! "So what drugs will you be putting me on while we're in the hospital??!!"</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Tuesday, Sept. 23rd at 9:00 p.m. the culture is back-- Its Salmonella Poisoning! No other treatment can be done, antibiotics will make the gut bleed more, so we wait it out with fluids. Now the questioning and debating begins....where did he get this, what did I do wrong, who did it, who passed it to him... egg, meat, milk, the snake, Maddy, a random shopping cart, a farm we visited last week???!!! There is NO answer, I've been over it, and over it, with 2 doctors, several nurses, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">internet</span> research, and the County public health. ( who called to let us know we are at risk of starting an epidemic...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">greeeeaaaat</span>, Thanks!!)</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">As of Thursday, the 25<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">th</span> at 2:00, he was not going home, as of 6:00, he could go home!! So we anxiously packed up and with hesitation we checked out!! The peace that my little guy felt was so obvious as I peeked at him in the backseat in his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">carseat</span>. He was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">soooo</span> happy to be going home!! He was just stoked when we got home... he went right for his toys, pounded the dogs back, chattered wildly, and that night in his own crib, slept hard!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">He just healed in record time on Friday, his diarrhea was down to just a few a day, instead of per hour! And his appetite increased. I had to carefully monitor his intake and outgo, and he stayed on a special diet , but did just awesome!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Over the weekend, I broke down emotionally on Saturday, then rested, then on Sunday, tried to act like a normal family again. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">A HUGE THANK YOU <span style="color:#000000;">to all</span> </span><span style="color:#000000;">who sent love and prayers, and support, and food, and magazines, and chocolate and flowers. and babysitting for Maddy!!! There are these times that as they say, "when the chips are down", you know who really loves you and cares for you, and I CANNOT express how much that means, and with out you we would NOT have made it!!!!!! </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;">Thank you Lord, for the people who pass on your blessings!!</span>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-42956514061848679872008-09-27T17:41:00.000-07:002008-09-27T18:52:37.559-07:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>I'll give you one guess to what I've been doing! </strong></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Yes....</strong></span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>...This is how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OCD</span> starts.....</strong></span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXFKvlN7e4OwRTrGWh7eKJ7ABmRghTKsbelr0xZdkp_8nOQlUvF8arm5ED0GbNP2YrIYxgY4SplOVn5VxQNGTRxb_9G75K5CT828NqmWcFSQMCPJFgqSyTAukkqeIqDvrdOuk/s1600-h/P9250001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250866044634196530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvXFKvlN7e4OwRTrGWh7eKJ7ABmRghTKsbelr0xZdkp_8nOQlUvF8arm5ED0GbNP2YrIYxgY4SplOVn5VxQNGTRxb_9G75K5CT828NqmWcFSQMCPJFgqSyTAukkqeIqDvrdOuk/s400/P9250001.JPG" width="379" border="0" /></a> I will be joining the ranks of Howie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mandell</span>, Monk, and Michael Jackson, by being a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">germaphobe</span>! Yup, late at night after getting home from the hospital, I ran down to the store and bought every germ defense I could think of. With my last rush of adrenaline I bleached, disinfected, and sanitized EVERY surface I possibly could in my home. I decided that it IS crazy, but right now, I'm allowed!!!<br /><br />(Now I've collapsed in exhaustion, but I can guarantee I have the cleanest home on the block! And somehow, that small amount of control over life, makes me feel a whole lot better!)Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-68324308557543767142008-09-27T17:36:00.000-07:002008-09-27T17:39:56.602-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23C4FpnB8e_H9UP7xgRlJtTbg_jxkmjwAn8UWK657N4BFJpWJstj6i-p68v_XHtaWFpsnrPZNv9zROILZdRQ9WgiVEt_xZODIFOPgU_1OnywBmhFvxJocV_9J8srIEHg7huTZ/s1600-h/P9250003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250865120323778274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23C4FpnB8e_H9UP7xgRlJtTbg_jxkmjwAn8UWK657N4BFJpWJstj6i-p68v_XHtaWFpsnrPZNv9zROILZdRQ9WgiVEt_xZODIFOPgU_1OnywBmhFvxJocV_9J8srIEHg7huTZ/s400/P9250003.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong> This kid is soooo happy to be home... it was like Disneyland for him!!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">He was laughing and talking, and every toy has been soo exciting!</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXA8FZeZFLSE48cCETBvADIo3oWzN-mV5r-DGa04Ac1o2-5eTfkg9ylianlKeY3BEPCGESK0xEP2wPXLEd8mbAY0-3qka1O6a43w8WOUrrElMlSRrceV4BzKJobGllG1jXALv0/s1600-h/P9250003.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-30409700409696005752008-09-25T11:30:00.000-07:002008-09-25T12:43:33.094-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Wearing lipstick and mascara tells you the world's a better place today...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Somehow, after a week of being up to your elbows in poop, IV fluids, instant hand antiseptic, and your baby's tears. Having the moment to put on some makeup, truly makes the world better! Not all the cover up in my makeup bag can cover the dark circles under my eyes, and the powder can't cover the furrow between my brows caused by worry. But boy does that lipstick and mascara help me look and feel a bit more normal.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">I can count on one hand how many hours of sleep I've had, and on two hands (and maybe a few toes) how many cups of coffee I've had this week. It's been a long haul for sure, and I've learned a lot this week, of course I'll share bits and pieces here on the blog. But for now, I'm sitting in Grayson's hospital room with a borrowed laptop from a kind nurse. I'm confidently wearing my makeup, as a sign of a new and happier day today. A Gray IS better day. A NO MORE TEARS day. An, I CAN do this one more day, day! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Grayson is doing awesome, we are looking at going home tonite or in the morning !! YEA!! His adorable personality is fully come back, he is jibbering away as I type....I think he's talking to his toes! They just stopped the IV fluids to see how he does, and with careful measuring of his input verses output, when it holds steady, is when we go home. We will still have up to a month of diarrhea, and some with blood still, but that's normal. So we do have a longer road to go, it will take awhile to get his nutrition back up to normal, and a lot of doctors visits these next couple of weeks. But boy to see him now compared these last few very tense days, is night and day difference!! We are over the worst of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">( And if you are girl reading this... Hey go put some lipstick or pearly gloss on--- I swear it makes a difference in how you feel !! :)</span> </span>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-52997130500780116122008-09-25T11:23:00.001-07:002008-09-25T11:29:08.125-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2887378627/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="336" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3123/2887378627_89d33706d4.jpg" width="459" /></a><br /></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>A room with a view</strong></span></div><div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;">(nice, but that just doesn't make what's going on inside any better!)</span></div><p></p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-75468813244334525842008-09-24T22:13:00.001-07:002008-09-24T22:25:25.619-07:00<div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2886174921/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" height="328" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/2886174921_2c7fe8bf8e.jpg" width="470" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/browneyedgirl30/2886174921/">My VERY sick baby in the hospital</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/browneyedgirl30/">Brown Eyed Girl 30</a>.</span></div><p>HI.... I've been in the hospital with baby Grayson since Sun evening . I'm on a hospital computer for just a moment, I will update more when I can! Looks like one more day here. An end in sight at least! There's a story of course... short of it-- he has Salmonella. We were on watch for something called HUS, basically kidney failure, and he came in with severe dehydration. I haven't gotten much sleep and totally wiped out! Been blessed like crazy this week by a couple of food and gift packages, people coming by to pray, lots of help with Maddy, and of course someone loving our dog, and 2 wonderful doctors!! </p><p>PLEASE KEEP US IN YOUR PRAYERS!! It will be a LONG road!!!!!!!!!</p><p>Thanks!!!!</p>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-53392569410484014172008-09-19T13:58:00.001-07:002008-09-20T08:40:25.973-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">My latest art project for the school...with little helpers !</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MqG-uw0GQsJpslAHTSJQ5Fi9fV10esmyn8_ng1Pa0uOeA4i_RBh5WoY4WmfUic2zj5Gbnxz5bl5sPWsPf-_e0e2WGzcOUZ4sdWVdT0A1_iD3mYeFpFfnNKf-HKABilTFDdsZ/s1600-h/P9080123.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248128202735423138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3MqG-uw0GQsJpslAHTSJQ5Fi9fV10esmyn8_ng1Pa0uOeA4i_RBh5WoY4WmfUic2zj5Gbnxz5bl5sPWsPf-_e0e2WGzcOUZ4sdWVdT0A1_iD3mYeFpFfnNKf-HKABilTFDdsZ/s200/P9080123.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3D_5X0_XAuCVzx5yeD8EhbjRXkBBBIlmVOMY2eE8nyRPt4-1Iteu6EDrRIetOy7MaNjlNmk7cXO8Jt-lOpjd-LL89bY6529sm6pBOjVD1WdpVP0ic8yUG7rZQ62Jo_dCP7FLn/s1600-h/P9080121.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248128212870402530" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="182" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpJz0JmWIU2lDbslGvZRmnugs7uwE07GT1JT709yK2EgPgfIkAJE0967fMVxKQGEQzN6bKy0H7WoGzkGIammZgbTEyRk8XnppLdkSQr2lsWYJi8O7iBxnxE441p3q6Loi5CYVA/s200/P9160005.JPG" width="226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35914081.post-71843581860043660972008-09-19T13:58:00.000-07:002008-09-19T14:08:42.527-07:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijeriCXFZazULULOBoAlGezwhJCd5W2x9ubrCb-Om5FSzaGBQbVVmF11puK7NZYFmgd1-WwEfAx1C4fcuEV2c21zKpLwUfrzK9QpZjPNlQmSmJEEj4XhMdVm91VRoDpjN541vS/s1600-h/P9120032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247841751757285858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijeriCXFZazULULOBoAlGezwhJCd5W2x9ubrCb-Om5FSzaGBQbVVmF11puK7NZYFmgd1-WwEfAx1C4fcuEV2c21zKpLwUfrzK9QpZjPNlQmSmJEEj4XhMdVm91VRoDpjN541vS/s320/P9120032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAyF54XXgRpngixZasrk_rqJ_GtCxkWiSUzUGPJEdHpGxUWXlUyRHgE0qkM9XNIIZ2DiDhTwioEuA3qdu5lSB1aLmlRgLxOKcY7Y4KNrYjmtawZ_eFRKJu3IJDDsBPwwOmgxr/s1600-h/P9120035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247840375595894786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvAyF54XXgRpngixZasrk_rqJ_GtCxkWiSUzUGPJEdHpGxUWXlUyRHgE0qkM9XNIIZ2DiDhTwioEuA3qdu5lSB1aLmlRgLxOKcY7Y4KNrYjmtawZ_eFRKJu3IJDDsBPwwOmgxr/s320/P9120035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvQau_ccwVBXCw511rNz6Cd05gnzWta-U4-jwdWYJ9CjPHhAs2cbeHq50WASvk4B4Cztm5hmjb7D0pVjY3ryDN5e6896-t2CEon1sz3bhtncyTpzPZZ5BOe92OpmsPtfZwvVJ/s1600-h/P9120034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247840381069273378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAvQau_ccwVBXCw511rNz6Cd05gnzWta-U4-jwdWYJ9CjPHhAs2cbeHq50WASvk4B4Cztm5hmjb7D0pVjY3ryDN5e6896-t2CEon1sz3bhtncyTpzPZZ5BOe92OpmsPtfZwvVJ/s320/P9120034.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#660000;"><strong> Found these quotes at,' The Crepe Place', in Bend. Fell in love with them and had to share!!<br /></strong></span><br /></div>Brown eyed girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06913605336732456573noreply@blogger.com1