<?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-4543647486510124526</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:38:10.974-05:00</updated><category term='jelly roll purse'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='garden'/><category term='aprons'/><category term='Maple syrup porkchops'/><category term='strawberries'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='obsessions'/><category term='art with pudding'/><category term='fall dinner recipe'/><category term='vintage'/><title type='text'>Dreier Party of Six</title><subtitle type='html'>Sharing our family one blog at a time!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-6290196737543325728</id><published>2011-07-21T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:28:42.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Couponing?</title><content type='html'>I do not know about this... my friend Sonia has explained, and suggested, and encouraged me. So far I have not attempted to go out and "extreme coupon." It seems like alot of work. Maybe because the kids are home for the summer, or maybe I figure I already save by shopping at Aldi's, the Dollar Tree and Kroger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just maybe it is the fear of the "unknown."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-6290196737543325728?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6290196737543325728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=6290196737543325728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6290196737543325728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6290196737543325728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2011/07/extreme-couponing.html' title='Extreme Couponing?'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-7375177162225274125</id><published>2010-12-03T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:38:06.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Life!</title><content type='html'>Despite efforts to keep up with our blog, I have been not so diligent. Here is the deal...Facebook. Need I say more? Since my last post, which was lets see, Summer of 2009? Yikes! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to catch up on over a year and a half of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we moved again, just down the street. We looked like Gypsies.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Daisy Girl Scout leader.&lt;br /&gt;Lavinia is in first grade. Doing well. Discovered she has ADHD. Life has really opened up for her.&lt;br /&gt;Avin, a 6th grader, tested out of math and is doing 9th grade math, and reading off the charts.&lt;br /&gt;Has continued playing soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Liam, just turned the Big 5!&lt;br /&gt;Devin, will be 20 in March. This summer he took a over the country road trip than lived in California for a few months. Now he is back, ready to crack back down in school.&lt;br /&gt;Brian, work, tattooing again.&lt;br /&gt;We have a new Weimaraner, "Lady Willow Avalon of the Myst" and recently "Dixie LaFoofer" a Lhasa Apso, and Maltese mix.&lt;br /&gt;My sister has blessed us with a nephew, Sam who is 2 1/2, a neice who is 20 months, and our new addition Dean, who came on October 12.&lt;br /&gt;I finished school.&lt;br /&gt;You know life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-7375177162225274125?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7375177162225274125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=7375177162225274125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7375177162225274125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7375177162225274125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-life.html' title='Happy Life!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-335953684321374450</id><published>2009-07-27T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:46:49.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my Goodness...Been a long time!</title><content type='html'>I just suddenly realized that I have not blogged in awhile. However, I did not think it has been almost three months!&lt;br /&gt;There is good reason though. At the end of May I went back to work as a Pre-Kindergarten teacher/Preschool teacher. Plus I was still holding a full time load at school. Must who know me know that I am an ALL or partially nothing girl. When I am passionate for something, as I am when it comes to teaching little adults, I lose myself. So, now I am trying to balance. I took the summer off of school and now have my classroom in order. I do not go back until October 6th. However, Lavinia will be starting Kindergarten, Avin will be starting 5th grade. (His birthday is August 3rd, my baby) Where does time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-335953684321374450?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/335953684321374450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=335953684321374450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/335953684321374450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/335953684321374450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-my-goodnessbeen-long-time.html' title='Oh my Goodness...Been a long time!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5555664001436286135</id><published>2009-05-01T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:58:07.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy May!</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year! It always seems that on May 1st it is the most beautiful time. Most of the leaves are out, flowers are peeking their heads out, and the grass is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; greener. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;...Spring. I cannot wait to plant next weekend. My Gram always said to wait for Mother's Day weekend to plant. Native Americans say wait until the buds on trees are the size of a squirrel's ear. With last weekend being above normal with temperates everything seemed to accelerate. Now I have to decide what I want to plant. The choices! I love flowers that are unique and vibrant. However, since we have mostly shade around our house, Impatiens are must. But what colors? I love the pinks and purples, but this year I may go with a fun mix. I am sure I will change my mind when I go to the nursery. I am like a kid in the candy store when I go there. "I want that, I want that..." Poor Brian, Poor bank account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5555664001436286135?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5555664001436286135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5555664001436286135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5555664001436286135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5555664001436286135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-may.html' title='Happy May!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5129676925559509857</id><published>2009-03-31T01:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:59:37.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time keeps on slipping.</title><content type='html'>I sit here in bed with the humming of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;furnance&lt;/span&gt; going through the house, the warmth of the laptop on my legs and my ever strong husband sleep next to me. The question is where did the day go? It seems that it was just Monday morning and the day was new. My quarter of school is finished in two days. Devin turned 18 this past Saturday. My 37&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;I long for the days when my children were nestled on my chest, rooting my face with their warm baby breath letting me know it was time to eat. Now they lay in their beds, almost 10, 5 and 4. Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;I still can relate to the 20 year old girl, I am her. But the mirror tells me different.&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;I relish the wisdom that I have gained through the years, it flourishes through me. I would not change that. Wisdom is a powerful tool to gain, but...&lt;br /&gt;Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;Life keeps me busy. Life keeps us charged. Gratefully, it only has to lived One day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick, tick...there goes time again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5129676925559509857?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5129676925559509857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5129676925559509857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5129676925559509857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5129676925559509857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-keeps-on-slipping.html' title='Time keeps on slipping.'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-2537157658264233510</id><published>2009-03-11T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:54:05.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obsessions'/><title type='text'>Artsy Fartsy!</title><content type='html'>It is time! The artistic call has been heard, I need to create. So what to do? Do I stick with what I know? Venture into uncharted waters and try a "new" craft. Blame it on my old pal Daphne, I told her she was my "Muse." Maybe it is her creative energy coming through the web, or maybe it is all those clever fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt; that I follow, whatever it is I NEED to do something. I bought yarn and needles to knit a blanket for my soon to be niece. However, I do not know how to knit but the will is there. I bought some fudge striped cookies, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reese's&lt;/span&gt; mini cups, and frosting to do Ms. Abby's "Hats" (Check out her blog, in my sidebar. She is also a Muse! Thanks Abby!) I have all my scrapbook stuff out from a recent scrapbook weekend. I accomplished 21 layouts. Impressed? I am! I still have a few more layouts to do. Who knows maybe tonight? Regardless of what I do, it has to happen, and happen NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-2537157658264233510?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2537157658264233510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=2537157658264233510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2537157658264233510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2537157658264233510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/03/artsy-fartsy.html' title='Artsy Fartsy!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5057013512442154006</id><published>2009-03-09T17:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:30:39.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina and a visit from a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311302912295404738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SbWJ27XdhMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Lxz3-_nJb44/s320/liv+in+dance+clothes.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SbWJ2R9BpPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/IjWGQiD3arw/s1600-h/liv+in+dance+clothes.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is official, Lavinia is now in Ballet! Yep, following after her good ol' Mom's footsteps. Well, actually I did not start dancing until I was 8. We have talked a lot about it and decided to sign her up. Her face says it all! She went right into her class with Miss Heather (what do ya know!) and was ready to start being a prima ballerina. At the end of her half an hour class, we were getting our coats on when the next group of children were coming in. The class after ours is Tap. Lavinia immediately stopped putting her coat on, stared at their shoes and promptly looked up at me with excited eyes and said "Mom, what are those shoes?" "Tap shoes" I answered. She took another look, got a huge smile on her face and said " I want to do that too, I LOVE them!" So, will she stick it out in Ballet or go for a more energetic approach? Well if you know our daughter, I am sure you can answer this for yourself. However, she may decide to do both. It has begun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311302914545408370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SbWJ3Dv52XI/AAAAAAAAAg8/5OGiBGSJmY4/s320/longneck.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liam brought home a friend from school. His name is Longneck. Do not fear, a parent did not name their child this, but our friend is a stuffed giraffe. Liam's classroom is named the "Giraffes" and Longneck is their mascot. For an activity, the teachers pick a child to take him home over a weekend. He comes with a digital camera and a binder of instuctions, and past journal entries made by the children (with a some help from us) The goal is to have the children include Longneck in their activities, then on Sunday sum up what they did with him over the weekend. Liam took this "job" very seriously and made sure that Longneck had a busy and fun time here in the Dreier house. We were all sad to see Longneck leave, and we hope to have him visit soon!&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/4543647486510124526-5057013512442154006?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5057013512442154006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5057013512442154006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5057013512442154006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5057013512442154006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/03/ballerina-and-visit-from-friend.html' title='Ballerina and a visit from a friend'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SbWJ27XdhMI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Lxz3-_nJb44/s72-c/liv+in+dance+clothes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3717829198815983789</id><published>2009-02-25T18:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:20:54.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Has it been that long? Time certainly does fly by! I realized that I have not posted in some time, so not like me.&lt;br /&gt;Life is good. Busy, but good. School for me is totally crazy. I have had a very hard time getting back into the swing of it. Maybe it is having that long holiday break, or the fact I am taking day classes this quarter rather than night. Who knows. I am finally feeling like I am getting into it and it is midquarter, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;New on the home front...&lt;br /&gt;Brian did not get the job he had hoped for throught Toledo Public Schools. Bummer, but we fully believe there is a reason for everything. So he will continue working hard at his current job.&lt;br /&gt;The kids are always changing, so much I could be on this computer blogging until the my fingers fall off. Lavinia is really advancing in her letter recognition and was able to start sounding out sight words. We have mastered the words, "of" "see" "the"and "your." It probably does not help that Mommy has her first degree in Early Childhood Education. She was so proud of herself the other night. I love when children realize they did something that makes them "more grown up."&lt;br /&gt;Liam, what a hoot! This kid is such a funny little frog. He started branching into the Art area at school. Now I have more artwork to frame and hang up.&lt;br /&gt;Avin, what grown up he is becoming. You know that it is happening when your stinky little boy is no longer smelling like a sweaty boy, but a older, sweaty boy.  Is it possible my first born will be 10 soon? Yikes, double digits. I seriously have issues with these kids and them growing up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3717829198815983789?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3717829198815983789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3717829198815983789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3717829198815983789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3717829198815983789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-where-have-i-been.html' title='Oh where have I been?'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-4774846688149478658</id><published>2009-01-23T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:55:15.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the saddle again.</title><content type='html'>The holiday break is officially over. I started school this week and it is going to be a heavy quarter. Not too hard, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of busy work/reading/organization. (Right up my alley!) I am happy to back and just need to get back into a schedule.The calendar is my best friend! The kids seem to be getting back into routines too. Liam has regressed a tad about going to preschool. Having two weeks off, being sick again and being home with me, has set him into crying jags when I drop him off. My poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt; got his grade card, yea! He did great again. They want to test him again for the Horizons program. It is a program for children that are gifted in areas of Math and Reading. He participated last year, and did not want to go this year. But we really think he needs to go to keep him stimulated.&lt;br /&gt; Devin got accepted to University of Toledo for next year. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wahoo&lt;/span&gt;! We are pretty dang proud of him. He is still going into Psychology and has looked into other schools for his graduate work. Will this be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dreier's&lt;/span&gt; best year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-4774846688149478658?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4774846688149478658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=4774846688149478658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4774846688149478658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4774846688149478658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-saddle-again.html' title='Back in the saddle again.'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-8477228155020199036</id><published>2009-01-11T14:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:06:46.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did we do in a snow storm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in Northwest Ohio you never are really sure if you are going to get the snow. Most of the time it hits Lake Erie and goes to Cleveland and Buffalo. However, we definitely got hit. We had a level 2 snow emergency, which left us home bound. I have to admit it was nice to be all cozy. So instead of looking at the downside of this, we joined in the wintry fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my third time shoveling, (that counts as exercise, right?) I finally got smart and "hired" Avin to shovel. We got the kids all bundled up and walked down to our local park and went sledding. It was a blast! Brian pulled Lavinia and Liam on the sled which they loved. After a few times, going down the hill Liam was ready to go. Lavinia on the other hand is a big snow baby. Every time we went down she laughed so hard, jumped up and drudged up the hill for another turn. Avin is always ready for adventures. I did a snow angel, bringing back some more memories. The hardest part was walking back home while wet and cold. Hot chocolate anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290128652987526466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SWpP-0lv7UI/AAAAAAAAAfs/BLRlBwFnMaE/s320/DSC05667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids also made sock puppets and had a puppet show. They set up Lavinia's dolls as the audience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290128661640900546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SWpP_U0378I/AAAAAAAAAf0/sD1ehE89zu4/s320/DSC05671.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner I decided to break out a 750 piece puzzle. I always remember my Papa and Gram doing puzzles during bad weather. I forgot how much I missed doing puzzles. Brian and I stayed up until 2 am doing it and then spent about 3 hours today. Just when I could not take it, and swore "there are pieces missing!" Another one would fit and the will to continue was born again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290129512385712594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SWpQw2GPkdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/BhPaCAONV4s/s320/DSC05672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, Brian just found another one to put together. Hmmm.......&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/4543647486510124526-8477228155020199036?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8477228155020199036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=8477228155020199036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8477228155020199036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8477228155020199036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-did-we-do-in-snow-storm.html' title='What did we do in a snow storm?'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SWpP-0lv7UI/AAAAAAAAAfs/BLRlBwFnMaE/s72-c/DSC05667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-7749231274889885991</id><published>2009-01-07T12:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T12:51:57.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm Days</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought it was never going to come, the kids went back to school. Do you hear the rushing sigh escape from my mouth? I love these little people I call my own, but two weeks cooped up was enough! I think I have fulfilled my duty as a stay at home 24 for 7 parent. Not only am I happy, but the kids seem to enjoy being back into their normal schedules.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Liam could not stop talking about the "clean mud" and the Jell-o they made in his classroom. Lavinia is happy at her usual social self. She has a love/hate relationship with a little girl in her room. Ask her who her favorite friend is, she will say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laila&lt;/span&gt;. Ask her who makes her day the hardest, you will get the same answer. Actually, they are so cute together. Yesterday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Laila&lt;/span&gt; gave her a "friendship ring."&lt;br /&gt;I have two more weeks until I start back, so I hope to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; accomplished before then. But until then I AM enjoying the sounds of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-7749231274889885991?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7749231274889885991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=7749231274889885991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7749231274889885991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7749231274889885991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2009/01/calm-days.html' title='Calm Days'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-1486541781727489941</id><published>2008-12-31T11:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:20:32.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year down!</title><content type='html'>Despite our ups and downs this year, and boy did we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;! I want to say that through it all there have been great blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When one door opens, another always opens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children have grown and despite our two months of "illness" have been healthy.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is working...even though he hates his job.&lt;br /&gt;The sword business has been a great financial help.&lt;br /&gt;I am rocking in school.&lt;br /&gt;I got a nephew this year, and a niece is due in April. (Maybe my birthday?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;We moved out of the "ghetto!"&lt;br /&gt;We have a new, used van.&lt;br /&gt;Old friends have come back and stronger in my life, I love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chixs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I are going through a great and wonderful transition in our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Therapy is awesome! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on and on. I am not one to really set New Year's Resolutions. But this year Brian and I have decided to make a "plan" for the next year. If we accomplish all that we want, then that would be awesome. We are being realistic though, habits are hard to break. The will is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that for 2009, that all our family and friends have a safe, healthy and happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-1486541781727489941?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1486541781727489941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=1486541781727489941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1486541781727489941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1486541781727489941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-year-down.html' title='Another year down!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-7822581465633228360</id><published>2008-12-20T12:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T12:47:34.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Crude, Don't Bring Me Down!</title><content type='html'>Believe it or Not, we all have suffered numerous bouts with the "Crude" for the last three months. It start in October with Liam. Then it shifted to me. Then to Lavinia, then me again. Avin suffered, Liam again, Brian and me, and it is lingering in the very chapped and worn noses of my children. *Sigh* Despite my continuous efforts, doctor trips, chicken soup and saltines, this has been the worst our family has been in a long time. The problem is this, the "Crude" is never the same, Here is how it has manifested itself, beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Viral throat infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Common cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bronchitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Common cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Strep Throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lingering cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Flu Bug (Stomach kind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sinus infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. 24 fever, puke, body aches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The forever ever snot fest (I should buy stock in Kleenex!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have reflected much as to how this is all happening, and have a very proactive stance on the whole bit. I am a "Germaphobe" I clean, therefore I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Wednesday, I turned off the heat, opened windows for eight hours, bleached every possible surface, washed all bedding and changed the furnace filter. Yes, we are clean, maybe too clean if that is possible. However, the fact that the preschool, and elementary schools are not is most likely the issue here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Christmas break has arrived, the kids can maybe heal and the creeping crude there can die. And DIE it should! Last night when my beautiful babies walk in the door, but what to my "wondering ears should appear? The sudden sound of "splat" and puke hitting the floor. Thankfully, Lavinia did this only once and knock on wood all is well. Out came the bleach, masks and gloves, and here I am cleaning...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for all of you out there, beware, the creepy crude is everywhere!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-7822581465633228360?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7822581465633228360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=7822581465633228360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7822581465633228360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7822581465633228360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/creepy-crude-dont-bring-me-down.html' title='Creepy Crude, Don&apos;t Bring Me Down!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-8370363408801677194</id><published>2008-12-11T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:34:10.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty No Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SUFAlyfqpmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4r-mJ_q2TeE/s1600-h/Kitty+no+name.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278571256208860770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SUFAlyfqpmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4r-mJ_q2TeE/s320/Kitty+no+name.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! I want to introduce myself as the newest member in the Dreier party. However, I have not been named. I try and tell my new people that I have a name, but they just do not listen. I have given them many ideas, however they have not decided on one yet. I have been here now for almost a month. Before this I lived with a nice foster mom who took great care of me. My new Mom and Dad came in a pet store where I was sleeping in a cage with other cats who needed homes. Imagine my surprise when they picked me to be an early Christmas gift for my boy Avin. Last night, my family finally came up with three names I suggested to them. (Tsk and Hiss, it took them long enough!) Anyway, they still can not agree my name! So, I thought I would post it on their blog and my Mom's facebook page, a poll, to let my readers decide on my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, could you please vote on it? I have included a picture of me and the three possible names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The names that I could live with are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Hobbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Herbert (Herbie for short)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a bunch! High paw for the one who nails this down for me. I really need a name, "Kitty no name is getting really annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-8370363408801677194?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8370363408801677194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=8370363408801677194' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8370363408801677194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8370363408801677194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/kitty-no-name.html' title='Kitty No Name'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SUFAlyfqpmI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4r-mJ_q2TeE/s72-c/Kitty+no+name.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-418331509441560817</id><published>2008-12-01T16:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:56:12.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How many more days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/STRdCtrKpgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/aBtJptY_rlI/s1600-h/DSC05442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274943364759463426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/STRdCtrKpgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/aBtJptY_rlI/s320/DSC05442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;We have all heard it said, we have even said it ourselves. How many more days until Christmas? So this year I thought I would beat my kids to it and make an Advent Calendar of sorts. I got this idea somewhere last year. Using matchboxes from the good ol' food storage shelf, scraps of left over Christmas paper, embellishments, voila! a calendar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to put magnets on the back of the boxes and use our magnet board from Ikea. Today, I put little messages in the boxes for the kids to do. They vary from singing carols, finding a "goodie". However, to help them truly understand the reason for Christmas, I wrote the verses from the scriptures of Christ's birth. I spilt the verses up so that from the 12th to the 25th, each day will be a verse of the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274943359889364578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/STRdCbiC1mI/AAAAAAAAAeA/DrnJQkTLcko/s320/DSC05436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-418331509441560817?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/418331509441560817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=418331509441560817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/418331509441560817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/418331509441560817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-many-more-days.html' title='How many more days?'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/STRdCtrKpgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/aBtJptY_rlI/s72-c/DSC05442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-4321937130618930938</id><published>2008-11-28T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:37:38.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Day and Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving for us is not really a top holiday for us. It is not that we are not grateful for what we have, but we do not need just a day to focus on our gratitude. This year we were going to go down to visit Brian's family in Tennessee. However the powers that be decided that we were to stay here in Ohio. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt; got strep throat and a viral infection, and then Brian's Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dreier&lt;/span&gt; passed away. I did not cook a huge meal this year, and it was not the traditional fair. I am not a big one for cleaning and touching poultry, (Gag) so I made a boneless Turkey breast, an awesome rice dish, and green beans. A big thanks to Food Network and their magical recipes! To top it off, we had Pumpkin Cupcakes. Yummy. Despite my attempt to make a less than traditional meal, these recipes had real butter, heavy cream and sugar. So good, yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;bad. We all stayed in our pajamas, except for when I went out to search the city for a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;The Newspaper...what an adventure. Granted I did not go to find one until 11 am, but honestly it took five places to finally nail one down. People in Toledo love those ads! After the fourth place, I wondered if something was telling me that it was not worth the fuss. And what do you know? I found a paper, took it home, and found out that there was really nothing on sale that I wanted. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HM&lt;/span&gt;... I have never went out in the wee hours of the morning, (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; that a song?) to shop til I drop. I wondered how it would be and even talked to some friends about doing it together. But the reality is there will be more sales, people are nuts I hear out there, and I really already have my goodies bought. The only reason it is "Black Friday" for me is the fact by now the kids have exhausted all their options and are so bored that they are killing each other. The joys of being a stay at home Mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-4321937130618930938?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4321937130618930938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=4321937130618930938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4321937130618930938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4321937130618930938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/turkey-day-and-black-friday.html' title='Turkey Day and Black Friday'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-4809934261992586453</id><published>2008-11-21T10:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T11:02:42.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Good things come to an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SSbYftCcjLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QJrFupzNlAY/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271138453061143730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SSbYftCcjLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QJrFupzNlAY/s320/DSC05366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SSbYftCcjLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QJrFupzNlAY/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SSbYftCcjLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QJrFupzNlAY/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Coaches Hill and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blakeman&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt; holding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trophies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                                                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As with all great and marvelous things there is an end. We however were excited for the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Avin's&lt;/span&gt; soccer year. Mostly due to the fact that through the season they played exceptionally well. As a matter of fact, they ended up being undefeated and became their regions champs! Yea for Arlington &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire, Fire, Fire!&lt;/span&gt; These kids played very well and really showed time work. The coaches, hats off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt; what a coach should be, tough with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed that we were at a soccer game every day. When school started for me, I did not get to see some of them. I was really bummed about that. Brian had to be the "soccer mom." Hats off to him, for being the kind of man that can multitask our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This experience has not only helped Avin become comfortable in his new school, but has brought out the other kids to want to play soccer like him. So, in the fall, Lavinia has decided to be a soccer player too. Just call me "Soccer Mom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-4809934261992586453?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4809934261992586453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=4809934261992586453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4809934261992586453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4809934261992586453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All Good things come to an end.'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SSbYftCcjLI/AAAAAAAAAd4/QJrFupzNlAY/s72-c/DSC05366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-2556003490347372085</id><published>2008-10-31T12:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:33:38.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx2qAnmZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NgjoiNg3Q_E/s1600-h/DSC05331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355404572137874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx2qAnmZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NgjoiNg3Q_E/s320/DSC05331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx2SRJVzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bSv5QlgrfVo/s1600-h/DSC05329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355398199007026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx2SRJVzI/AAAAAAAAAY8/bSv5QlgrfVo/s320/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avin very determined to make his pumpkin the coolest. Even at the "ripe ol' age" of nine, he has not gotten over his uneasiness over the pumpkin "guts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx03NfjAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iL_zLIJA3EY/s1600-h/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355373756058626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx03NfjAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iL_zLIJA3EY/s320/DSC05321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx1xPK14I/AAAAAAAAAY0/tjDuTo2XK9I/s1600-h/DSC05327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355389332346754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx1xPK14I/AAAAAAAAAY0/tjDuTo2XK9I/s320/DSC05327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx03NfjAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iL_zLIJA3EY/s1600-h/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx03NfjAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iL_zLIJA3EY/s1600-h/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx03NfjAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/iL_zLIJA3EY/s1600-h/DSC05321.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx1XSNr3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/IyT_VvQqZtQ/s1600-h/DSC05324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263355382365794162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx1XSNr3I/AAAAAAAAAYs/IyT_VvQqZtQ/s320/DSC05324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with most families we carved our pumpkins for our Family Home evening night. Between soccer games, school, parties, and all the wonderful things that come with a family, our FHE nights are often changing. Regardless of how the week is going, we set aside a night for just our family to do something together. The world is fast becoming a horrible place and we have been counseled to spend time with our families. It is a must! The problems in the world I believe would be solved if family came first. One family at a time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Liam's first year getting to "gut" the pumpkin. He was not to keen on it as most kids are not. Lavinia, gave step by step instructions to Brian as to how her pumpkin was going be. Avin of course drew a complicated design that caused poor Brian's hand to ache. But the best part was the kids ALL tried a pumpkin seed, and they all agreed that they are "delicious!" I am always amazed by this little people who occupy my heart and home.&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/4543647486510124526-2556003490347372085?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2556003490347372085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=2556003490347372085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2556003490347372085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2556003490347372085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carving-101.html' title='Pumpkin Carving 101'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsx2qAnmZI/AAAAAAAAAZE/NgjoiNg3Q_E/s72-c/DSC05331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3949531556312672920</id><published>2008-10-31T11:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:07:34.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQss6lh2rtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/9l1BIHehfjE/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263349974530698962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQss6lh2rtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/9l1BIHehfjE/s320/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQssPPF478I/AAAAAAAAAYU/ZeXdkB3sc9k/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsrDQcL9jI/AAAAAAAAAYM/B5_gMnfL0QM/s1600-h/DSC05318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263347924465350194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQsrDQcL9jI/AAAAAAAAAYM/B5_gMnfL0QM/s320/DSC05318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           The Witch is In! Me at our church's Trunk or Treat&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;         Jack O' Lanterns 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today is my favorite day of the whole year! So far I have had two phone calls from my friends wishing me a Happy Halloween. Just like I would have calls if it was my birthday. I start the spooky festivities early, enjoying them as they come. I have watched as many Halloween specials as possible and just bask in the happiness that this day brings to me. every year I stay up on October 30 so I can "welcome" the day. Call me a pagan but I cannot deny my love for this day. Unfortunately, this year I am suffering a really awful headache that just seems to not want to go away. Hopefully, by tonight it will have gone and I can enjoy the night of ghosties, and goblins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4543647486510124526-3949531556312672920?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3949531556312672920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3949531556312672920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3949531556312672920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3949531556312672920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQss6lh2rtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/9l1BIHehfjE/s72-c/DSC05335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-6988835026931224349</id><published>2008-10-28T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:18:50.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcsY1I1fhI/AAAAAAAAAYE/RG-M5XVPOLo/s1600-h/mutt+the+duck.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223492396685586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcsYskFGRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ayw06dCMXCw/s320/Not+sure+of+birds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not too far from our house is a great place to feed birds. Primarily there are domestic ducks and a few wild ones. However at this time of the year the Canada Geese and the Mallard ducks seem to be the big residents. Despite my dislike of birds, I do enjoy Canada Geese. I think they are absolutely beautiful. This particular Saturday we picked up Devin from his Mom's house and went to lunch. Then we took our stale bread to the pond. When we arrived, there was another person with the same idea so the group of birds were already gathered feasting. The kids were excited and yet a little apprehensive. Much to my dismay with the beautiful ducks and geese, came the "sky rats." For those of you who do not know what I am referring to, a sky rat is a seagull. Obviously, I do not not hold a high regard for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we proceeded to throw the bread and goodies to the birds, I bent over to toss some to a goose who caught my eye. At that time, I felt something hit my back end. I reached around with my hand, and "Squish!" I had received an aerial attack to my back. Apparently the seagulls sensed my dislike for them and retaliated. Yep, Seagull poop on my butt and hand! Devin of course got a big kick out of that, and took a picture of it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See Exhibit A-------------&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221623396446482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcqr5_ssRI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ddcshoyv-Ls/s320/seagull+poop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luck for me I had tissue and hand wash with us. However, I could not wait to get home and scrub my hands. Avian Flu anyone? Once this happened, everyone with hoods put them up or as Liam did raised his shirt over his head. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt; stated "Bombs away!" Cute? He thinks so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223484973586610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcsYQ6RmLI/AAAAAAAAAXk/4wVsT6pdqH0/s320/feed+the+ducks,+get+um.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223491368128322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcsYou2j0I/AAAAAAAAAX8/dgogczA90wM/s320/watchout+falling+poop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                Watch out falling Poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will this stop us from feeding our wildlife? Probably not, the kids loved it. But we knew it was time to go when the little ones started trying to catch the geese.&lt;/p&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/4543647486510124526-6988835026931224349?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6988835026931224349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=6988835026931224349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6988835026931224349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6988835026931224349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/10/birds.html' title='The Birds'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcsYskFGRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ayw06dCMXCw/s72-c/Not+sure+of+birds.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-6975846476240577885</id><published>2008-10-28T10:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:54:34.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fall fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcm0gWqbQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/N6QLn0sPKKA/s1600-h/liam+n+Doughnut.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262217373085756674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcm0gWqbQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/N6QLn0sPKKA/s320/liam+n+Doughnut.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcm05JrUxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8pONOZ2CKr4/s1600-h/posing+on+pumps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262217379742176018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcm05JrUxI/AAAAAAAAAXU/8pONOZ2CKr4/s320/posing+on+pumps.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, the past few weeks have been busy, busy, busy! We have been enjoying the wonders of fall! We went to our favorite pumpkin farm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fleitz&lt;/span&gt; farms in Oregon, Ohio. This has become our family tradition. Lots of pumpkins and cool gourds to choose from. Goats and chickens to feed, and always a doughnut and cider to top off the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmH7xg-DI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4wjh_8UrVVU/s1600-h/avin+in+the+pumpkins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262216607352027186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmH7xg-DI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4wjh_8UrVVU/s320/avin+in+the+pumpkins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmIlLwUbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MsIi-Dbv1e8/s1600-h/me+and+kids+at+farm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262216618467938738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmIlLwUbI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MsIi-Dbv1e8/s320/me+and+kids+at+farm.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmILAH3-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/mc186CdSa4w/s1600-h/gourds+and+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262216611439828962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmILAH3-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/mc186CdSa4w/s320/gourds+and+kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmIqoYRrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Etnh9XjcDHU/s1600-h/how+big+you+are.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262216619930175154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcmIqoYRrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Etnh9XjcDHU/s320/how+big+you+are.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big am I? A must every year! Notice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt; does not look very happy about doing this. But we made him dang it, it is tradition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-6975846476240577885?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6975846476240577885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=6975846476240577885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6975846476240577885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6975846476240577885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-fall-fun.html' title='Our Fall fun!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SQcm0gWqbQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/N6QLn0sPKKA/s72-c/liam+n+Doughnut.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-6921380723749650524</id><published>2008-10-10T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:35:49.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's and 1, 2, 3's</title><content type='html'>If only school for adults could be as easy as learning your ABC's and 1,2, 3's! I am doing it again, yes I am back to being a "professional student." So, what am I going to do now when I grow up? I have enrolled in Medical Office Technology/Coding and billing. Basically, I will be able to run and manage a medical office, enter codes and billing. I thought about being a Medical Assistant, however, I am told I will make more money at doing this. Even though I have already have an Associates degree in Early Childhood Education, I need to be able to have a job that will actually pay something. Honestly, I love office busy work. I love organizing, love working with the public and customer service. However, I hate retail. At the way our economy is going, it looks like we will have to work until we die. Luckily for me, I do not have to long to complete this degree. Most of my previous credits transferred. So I am looking at a little over a year, going full time. I wanted to get something else under my belt before the kids will all be in school, then I will have nothing to do! So far classes are good, just like riding a bike. But with all things it is just organizing and going with the flow of our family, and trusting in the Lord. So, with that said, it is now time for me to hit the books! Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-6921380723749650524?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6921380723749650524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=6921380723749650524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6921380723749650524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6921380723749650524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/10/abcs-and-1-2-3s.html' title='ABC&apos;s and 1, 2, 3&apos;s'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5325032281162381362</id><published>2008-10-02T12:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:15:55.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, Sick, and Sick!</title><content type='html'>Liam is a very sick little chicken! It started Saturday at the Powwow with a high fever, and has continued to this very moment. The fever is lower but now I have a very stuffy whining little boy. The new thing is somehow he has forgot how to wipe his own nose. If a little junk starts rolling out, (I know gross!) he starts whining and says "my nose!" This morning he told me that "My nose is broke, Mommy I can't Breed.) Sigh, I hate when kids are sick,especially mine. We have been to the doctor's twice this week. Monday he was fine except the fever, probably viral. FYI Hand Foot and Mouth is going around. However, his fever was still going strong yesterday, now we have a possible Strep throat. I sit here now, holding a hot, tired, crying 2 year old, waiting to get the test results back. Oops, gotta go wipe his nose, shall I join in the crying too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5325032281162381362?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5325032281162381362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5325032281162381362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5325032281162381362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5325032281162381362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/10/sick-sick-and-sick.html' title='Sick, Sick, and Sick!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-6644282042882536799</id><published>2008-09-29T19:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:28:45.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jelly roll purse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Our new craft adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sewing is starting to become an interest of mine. As with any thing I believe it takes practice. For me, I find it to be a challenge that I want to over come. My mom and I started to make Puzzle quilts. However, they are still not finished due to the move etc. Mom went out to Utah to visit our family friends the Yardley's. Sister Yardley is an accomplished seamstress and has given my mom some great ideas that we are now attempting. This is my mom's new creation. She made one for me and one for Katie. They are called "Jelly Roll bags." Now I am sure this is nothing new to some of you, but we are totally digging them. So far two of my friends want me to make them one. Stay tuned for my creations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251587420664582466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SOFi71ufUUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Sz0NBfeYD1E/s320/funky+buttons.JPG" border="0" /&gt;       &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SOFj4oLYrNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/agVpIQpRYGI/s1600-h/Jelly+roll+purse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251588464999705810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="342" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SOFj4oLYrNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/agVpIQpRYGI/s320/Jelly+roll+purse.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251587420314278210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SOFi70a-GUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ARpKZfA1Mzg/s320/stitching.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-6644282042882536799?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6644282042882536799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=6644282042882536799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6644282042882536799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6644282042882536799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-new-craft-adventure.html' title='Our new craft adventure'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SOFi71ufUUI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Sz0NBfeYD1E/s72-c/funky+buttons.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3686819796423475823</id><published>2008-09-24T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:23:17.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Picking Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS-iTUSXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hdCXq_R4GjE/s1600-h/Liam+pickin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249669918711105906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS-iTUSXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hdCXq_R4GjE/s320/Liam+pickin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS-yp3CDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y_QtV5uaYuo/s1600-h/liv+pickin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249669923100624946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS-yp3CDI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y_QtV5uaYuo/s320/liv+pickin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS-6XTMGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BLIqsWkRemo/s1600-h/me+nkids+apples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249669925170262114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS-6XTMGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/BLIqsWkRemo/s320/me+nkids+apples.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS_KzILBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YXmlpaiw6N4/s1600-h/running+to+apples.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249669929581947922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS_KzILBI/AAAAAAAAAUw/YXmlpaiw6N4/s320/running+to+apples.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS_X5yXxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zFZHRDVauFo/s1600-h/katie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249669933099540242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS_X5yXxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/zFZHRDVauFo/s320/katie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other evening my sister and I took the kids to the apple orchard. Honestly, none of us have ever officially picked apples. I have been peach picking, strawberry picking, and cherry picking. We were there for about an hour and picked a half bushel of Jonathan apples. The kids had a great time, but for our crew an hour was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; enough time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my question is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                      &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I do with all these apples?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3686819796423475823?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3686819796423475823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3686819796423475823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3686819796423475823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3686819796423475823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/09/apple-picking-time.html' title='Apple Picking Time!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SNqS-iTUSXI/AAAAAAAAAUY/hdCXq_R4GjE/s72-c/Liam+pickin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3233499473708861046</id><published>2008-09-22T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:19:12.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall!</title><content type='html'>Happy Fall! It is now official! I counted down to 11:45 a.m to welcome the season. A little obsessive you say? Maybe, but it is worth it. I noticed a few dead leaves here and there today too. Okay, maybe it due to the lack of rain in July and August, but it looks promising! I finished some of my decorating, but I still have more things to get. Another thing that I love is the fact I can sleep well now.  Despite having air conditioning, I sleep horribly during the summer. But when the weather cools down, I become like a Momma Bear and hunker down to sleep the whole fall and winter away. But unlike a real Momma bear, my cubs did not leave and are more than willing to wake me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3233499473708861046?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3233499473708861046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3233499473708861046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3233499473708861046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3233499473708861046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall.html' title='Fall!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-927041649750268311</id><published>2008-09-11T22:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:05:28.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloweenie Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMnbMOL2mxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/d-Wa9TVQU9g/s1600-h/fall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244964244062378770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMnbMOL2mxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/d-Wa9TVQU9g/s400/fall.JPG" width="153" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fall is the best season! If you have not gathered, I love it. But what excites me most about the season fall, is that my favorite holiday is fast approaching! Yes, Halloween. People may laugh or give me odd, side glances, or even do the "she is crazy" thing by their heads, but I love it, love it, love it! This year I cannot wait to decorate for fall and Halloween. I have a ton of stuff, however I had to pick up some new goodies this year. (Brian enjoys the use of the word "had", he says I did not have to have anything.) I also decided to make a few things to. However my biggest obsession is vintage Halloween stuff. I tried to download a cool template for our blog, but had no luck. I have bought some replica vintage Halloween things, but I ever scour the shelves of flea markets and antique places. Wish me luck for that awesome find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            New goodies! Mr. Owl, black leaves, vintage cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244963595000331074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMnamcPZu0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/pvEvcQd9P5A/s400/goodies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We as a family also starting talking about costumes. Here is where it gets tricky. I am a big advocate for making costumes. I am not the best seamstress in the world however I have a willing heart. Today I asked the kids what they wanted to be for Halloween. This is what they said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam's Top "consistent" choices&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A Weimaraner, like our dog Lily Boo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A DumpThhhrulchk (For those of you who have not yet mastered "Liamese" that is Dump Truck.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. An Owl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lavinia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. A princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. A princess, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. And a I don't know! Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the heartbreaking moment, and I quote "I think I just want to hand candy out." AHHH! No dressing up, just help hand out the candy. Who is this boy, and where is my son? I told him I brought him up better than that. Total sacrilege!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was having a conversation with my friend and fellow Halloween lover, Sonia. We sat and debated on how early is early to decorate for the scary night? Well, I guess I got my answer from Avin, not soon enough! I WILL bring back that ole' Halloween spirit in his heart if it is the last thing I do! Hee hee ha Haa! (My witchy cackle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244964799229539970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMnbsiWBNoI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/QTTf87JcN0Y/s400/pumpkins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-927041649750268311?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/927041649750268311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=927041649750268311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/927041649750268311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/927041649750268311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/09/halloweenie-time.html' title='Halloweenie Time!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMnbMOL2mxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/d-Wa9TVQU9g/s72-c/fall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-7999172005641127590</id><published>2008-09-10T15:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:08:13.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall dinner recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maple syrup porkchops'/><title type='text'>Maple Pecan Pork Chops with Garlic "Smashed" Potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fall is in the air! Last night's dinner was my first official fall dinner. I found this recipe in the Schwan's delivery book and could not wait to try it. It was incredible! Yummy goodness that believe it or not my whole family did NOT turn up their noses too. I am in love with this recipe, even though as most of you not hip on meat other than chicken and turkey. (Hey Lindsey, I even wore the apron you made for me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This recipe is worth sharing! Let me know how you liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244500467035091586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMg1Y2H_MoI/AAAAAAAAATo/0n7GtoMLMOI/s400/chops.JPG" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Maple Pecan Pork Chops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4 Boneless Pork Loin Chops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 Tablespoons Olive Oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Cup of chopped onion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 cup of Maple Syrup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 Tablespoons Soy sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 cup chopped Pecans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 teaspoon sage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Preparation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Heat oil in pan. Place Pork Loin chops in pan, cook 6 to 8 minutes each side. Add the onion. Cook for another 4 to 6 minutes or until onions are transparent. In a medium bowl, combine Maple syrup, sage, soy sauce, and then add chopped pecans. Pour this mixture into the pan over the pork chops and onions. Bring mixture to a boil, reduce heat, and simmer for another 6 to 8 minutes. Serve pork chops, dripping the rest of the mixture in the pan over the chops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For the Garlic Smashed Potatoes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Red Skin Potatoes, cubed into quarters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 to 4 Garlic Cloves, minced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 cup of Milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Salt and Pepper, to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parsley to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Preparation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Place medium to large pot to boil. Clean and cube the potatoes, I left the skins on, we love it that way, plus it leaves more nutritional value. Boil until soft. Obviously you need to start boiling your potatoes before your cooking your chops. Add the cloves of garlic to the water and potatoes. We love garlic, so you can add as much as you like. Once your potatoes are soft, drain them. Try to keep as much of the garlic in with the potatoes. Add the salt, pepper, parsley, butter, milk. Use a wooden spoon and smash and stir the potato mixture. It should look lumpy, not whipped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I served these with green beans and topped off the decadence with big, chocolaty Brownies for dessert. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244500473402017634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMg1ZN1-x2I/AAAAAAAAATw/0wAv2VIUlO0/s400/brow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight's dinner:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hungrian Goulash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Corn Bread Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baked apple Crisp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The smell of apples is penetrating the room as I speak! Can you smell it too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-7999172005641127590?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7999172005641127590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=7999172005641127590' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7999172005641127590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7999172005641127590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/09/maple-pecan-pork-chops-with-garlic.html' title='Maple Pecan Pork Chops with Garlic &quot;Smashed&quot; Potatoes'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SMg1Y2H_MoI/AAAAAAAAATo/0n7GtoMLMOI/s72-c/chops.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-4518227414841909281</id><published>2008-09-02T11:34:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:40:32.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art with pudding'/><title type='text'>Pudding Is NOT Just For Dessert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241450224472203202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1fNXGOn8I/AAAAAAAAASw/xH-8HZvnTqc/s400/the+art+of+pudding.JPG" width="303" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pudding is an easy, cheap, fun dessert. You can do so much with it! But Bill Cosby never told us Jello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puddin&lt;/span&gt;' could be used as an art form now did he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was teaching Preschool, I had a ton of idea books, numerous copies of projects that met every need for children. One of the "art" projects was painting with pudding. I had filed that idea in the back of my mind until I watched an episode of Jon and Kate plus Eight. They had their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt; paint with pudding! Ah Ha! I thought to myself here is a great project to do with the kids since I have their toys were packed away. Since I had packed away most of the pots, I bought some Jello pudding cups,(yes I spent the money on the expensive stuff, not the store's off brand, but we were going to do this right!) Anyway, Lavinia and Liam had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1imO4DFAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2HhEZLcTYdA/s1600-h/liam+eating+pudding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241453950296855554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1imO4DFAI/AAAAAAAAAS4/2HhEZLcTYdA/s400/liam+eating+pudding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Buy pudding in your child's favorite flavor. (I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;guarantee&lt;/span&gt; you will be dipping your finger in too!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1i0-IUHqI/AAAAAAAAATA/epzkKyMEZ8s/s1600-h/liv+eatin+pudding.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241454203499716258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1i0-IUHqI/AAAAAAAAATA/epzkKyMEZ8s/s400/liv+eatin+pudding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Thick paper like construction paper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-A place that can be easily cleaned. (Outdoors is great or the kitchen table)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Have your bath items ready.  Clear a straight pathway to the bathroom. Little hands love to touch other places on their way to the bath, even if you tell them, "Do not touch anything with your pudding hands!" They will do it just to see the cause and effect of how pudding looks on your couch, wall, piano etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*A tip: if you are outdoors, hose them down out there. If not, do not fill up the bathtub, first rinse down the children first to get the excess of them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Lay down your paper. Give each child a tablespoon of pudding on the paper. I added two tablespoons, one chocolate, one vanilla. Make sure your children's hands are washed, and let them use their hands to create.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-When done, lay the creations somewhere they can dry. Try not to let them lay flat, the moisture will cause the paper to stick to a table. You can hang them, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;drape&lt;/span&gt; them over something. If you do lay them flat, put newspaper or more paper under them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1j5Y4mXPI/AAAAAAAAATI/zVdz6Tooyuk/s1600-h/liv%27s+magic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241455378912664818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1j5Y4mXPI/AAAAAAAAATI/zVdz6Tooyuk/s400/liv%27s+magic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241456591129098690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1k_8vhOcI/AAAAAAAAATg/JfgTWIcJPpk/s400/Liam+pudding+face.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Warning*** This activity is not for the faint of heart! If you hate messes, or are remotely Obsessive Compulsive, then this activity is not for you! : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1j5rh8KNI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZuJ62URbuss/s1600-h/leave+it+to+Liv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241455383917897938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1j5rh8KNI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZuJ62URbuss/s400/leave+it+to+Liv.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1j5rh8KNI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZuJ62URbuss/s1600-h/leave+it+to+Liv.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1j5rh8KNI/AAAAAAAAATY/ZuJ62URbuss/s1600-h/leave+it+to+Liv.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inevitable&lt;/span&gt;, fingers just cannot get the creamy goodness into the mouth fast enough!&lt;/p&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/4543647486510124526-4518227414841909281?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4518227414841909281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=4518227414841909281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4518227414841909281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4518227414841909281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/09/pudding-is-not-just-for-dessert.html' title='Pudding Is NOT Just For Dessert!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SL1fNXGOn8I/AAAAAAAAASw/xH-8HZvnTqc/s72-c/the+art+of+pudding.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3252704626632825356</id><published>2008-09-02T11:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:18:44.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming the plague of Boxes!</title><content type='html'>For those who are wondering, we are all moved in. Well,with the exception of my 150 pound concrete Fairy. Brian has been dreading moving her from our old garden.&lt;br /&gt;The move went well, despite the extreme heat, lack of the bigger U-Haul truck, and some of our "crew" with physical limitations. But, we did it!&lt;br /&gt;We pretty much have everything in order and unpacked. However, there is still some boxes here and there. Each day is a good day if I can unpack and pitch a box. Despite my effort to purge before we moved, I still look at things and think, "Why did I save this again?" I wonder why do we have so much stuff? If you think about it, our ancestors only had what they could carry on them. Look at the pioneers, they did not need a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Uhaul&lt;/span&gt; with multiple trips back and forth. I told Brian I think it would be cool if we could just fill the bed of a pick up truck with our things and go. O.k. I am back to reality, life is good. We love our little cottage house and love being able to walk to my Mom and Keith's house. My sister lives a few blocks away and church is literally 5 minutes away. We have also realized how quiet it is here. The first few nights I could not sleep. There was no ghetto sounds, train whistles, or gunshots in the distance. Now we all sleep sound. Lavinia does not even get up at 1 a.m. any more. Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3252704626632825356?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3252704626632825356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3252704626632825356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3252704626632825356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3252704626632825356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/09/overcoming-plague-of-boxes.html' title='Overcoming the plague of Boxes!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-135923131988434996</id><published>2008-08-15T16:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:33:12.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving, Ugh!</title><content type='html'>Brian and I decided to find another home for us. I am very excited for this move, I love the new house, the fact that I can purge the old and start fresh is a very calming for me. However, we have been in this home for six years and honestly I forgot what it was like to purge, pack, and move.&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I purge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. I mean my friends tell me my house is "always so clean and organized." Well, most of the time it is. Despite the occasional Lego, socks, books and Dora items, I keep things together. I have the motto, "if you have not used it, or worn it in a year, GET RID OF IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Packing... this is where  I am at the moment. I loathe packing. I hate having to use boxes, of course I am using recycled boxes from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UHaul&lt;/span&gt;, (Here the $ falling out of my purse?) My sister has brought a ton of boxes from work too, but I still need more. Maybe I did not purge enough? Inevitably I have a fight with packing tape. I always have it fold on me, stick to me or run out  in the middle of a tape line. Not to mention when it sticks to my nails it takes off my "Mani."&lt;br /&gt;But shall we not forget the hardest part of all, the children! They get into everything I am packing, pulling things out, grabbing scissors, and then when they are finished with that chaos, they turn on each other like a pack of wild dogs. So, like the prepared Mom/teacher I am, I have a bag of tricks. I have things for them to do while I pack. But alas, they only stay at the activity for an average 15 minutes and it is back on! Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;So I take what I can get, packing whan and what I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Move...well that has yet to happen, we'll let you know how that goes. All I know is Brian just started a new job, I start school on the 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt; starts the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and I have to move by the 31. I am trying to optimistic...(Sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-135923131988434996?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/135923131988434996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=135923131988434996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/135923131988434996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/135923131988434996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-ugh.html' title='Moving, Ugh!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3409025235222754002</id><published>2008-08-11T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:15:34.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy, Sleepy Boy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Brian was sitting in front of the entertainment center going through and listening to some old music he found. Liam crawled up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bri's&lt;/span&gt; lap and just cuddled down. He had his "Ninny" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woobie&lt;/span&gt;, Blank, Blank" with him. I heard Liam ask Brian to cover him up and tickle his arm. Next thing we knew he fell asleep despite Creed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Stryper&lt;/span&gt; playing loudly right next to him.&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe it. This really brought us back to the "old days" when he was just a little baby and we could hold him all the time. Now he is a Rip &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Roarin&lt;/span&gt;' 2 1/2 year old always on the go! Brian and I took a "heart picture" to remember this always.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, despite all that we do, Liam's hair always stands up like a bird. He has been like that since birth. Poor baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SKBjloXkN6I/AAAAAAAAASg/IYGlFLkGT48/s1600-h/sleep+liam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233292265147086754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SKBjloXkN6I/AAAAAAAAASg/IYGlFLkGT48/s400/sleep+liam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SKBjmBSvvVI/AAAAAAAAASo/uDDXpiBH3z0/s1600-h/liam+falling+to+sleep+in+arms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233292271837756754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SKBjmBSvvVI/AAAAAAAAASo/uDDXpiBH3z0/s400/liam+falling+to+sleep+in+arms.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3409025235222754002?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3409025235222754002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3409025235222754002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3409025235222754002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3409025235222754002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepy-sleepy-boy.html' title='Sleepy, Sleepy Boy'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SKBjloXkN6I/AAAAAAAAASg/IYGlFLkGT48/s72-c/sleep+liam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-8071215773952752038</id><published>2008-08-10T12:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:09:07.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devin Rocks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f4gappHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f6JCVBxQTHk/s1600-h/devin+drums.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936347662656626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f4gappHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f6JCVBxQTHk/s400/devin+drums.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           Our sweaty Drummer Boy!&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f40pVgFI/AAAAAAAAASA/0Wi9eOudTak/s1600-h/devin+drums2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936353092960338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f40pVgFI/AAAAAAAAASA/0Wi9eOudTak/s400/devin+drums2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Devin on the Drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f5MAq6UI/AAAAAAAAASI/v5sUiqzDLtk/s1600-h/don%27t+drop+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936359364847938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f5MAq6UI/AAAAAAAAASI/v5sUiqzDLtk/s400/don%27t+drop+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Tyler Do not Drop me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f5TNZSCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jxrplA1XqBI/s1600-h/Motley+crew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232936361297266722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f5TNZSCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jxrplA1XqBI/s400/Motley+crew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8emPFRjNI/AAAAAAAAARw/-jlI2GbtYBQ/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+DSC03991.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Motley Crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hard work paid off! Last nights show was a crowd pleaser despite the fact that alot of the crowd were friends and family! Of course they band is a "work in progress" and my garage and our ears will never be the same. I love that Devin is so dedicated. Honestly watching him last night made our hearts swell with love. He is such a beautiful talented son. Brian was watching him and leaned into me and said "you know our son is a very talented drummer." It was I think his first realization that Devin can make it in anything he wants to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-8071215773952752038?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8071215773952752038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=8071215773952752038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8071215773952752038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8071215773952752038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/08/devin-rocks.html' title='Devin Rocks!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJ8f4gappHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/f6JCVBxQTHk/s72-c/devin+drums.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-4863632041667703307</id><published>2008-08-07T11:33:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T13:21:48.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, it is the elusive teenage son.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Devin Thomas Justice-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dreier&lt;/span&gt; the most amazing kid I know! I have been blessed to have him in my life and be able to call him "my son." He has been a wonderful addition to my family and we know he has great and wonderful things ahead of him. So what has he been up too? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;! Keep reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231805255174985010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsbKQi6FTI/AAAAAAAAARI/zM26Nrq2bos/s320/the+elusive+teen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my past blogs when I realized that there is nothing much about Devin on here. How can we be "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dreierpartyofsix&lt;/span&gt;" and not have him on here? As you see by the title of this blog, he is the ever elusive son. What can I say he is17 and heading into his senior year in high school. The BIG finish! It does not help that Devin hates, I mean hates getting his photo taken and will at all cost avoid it. Sigh! He must get that from Brian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231812623528806370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsh3JzWx-I/AAAAAAAAARg/C8Er28lSqq8/s400/Devin.jpg" border="0" /&gt; So here is to the most talented, loving seventeen year old boy you will ever meet. He is the keeper of the peace, the big brother, and the son with much to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsZGhizZzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VBwn-6Ff4ME/s1600-h/Dev+jammin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802991995217714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="142" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsZGhizZzI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/VBwn-6Ff4ME/s320/Dev+jammin.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devin has inherited his talent for music from Brian and Grandpa Morgan. There is a very strong genetic trait for being able to pick up an instrument and "get" the music. Devin started with playing music when he was ten years old. He sat on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PowWow&lt;/span&gt; drum with Dad and the guys. He decided in sixth, seventh and eighth grade to play the flute in band. Not a traditional instrument for a guy, but we do not believe in "gender &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stereotypes&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sophomore&lt;/span&gt; year he joined the drum line. He is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a born drummer. You do not see Devin without him tapping his fingers to the beat he is creating in his head. He got his own drum set for Christmas almost two years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost a year ago, Devin picked up the guitar and Bass. He just sits down and plays around and plays, and plays! Now he is in a band, and has played in a public venue for an all age show. Practice happens in our garage, so do not be surprised if you hear hard core death alternative metal when you stop by. With school starting soon Devin will be very busy with Band, his band, school and getting ready for life. Hopefully he is still planning on serving a mission too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsi9O13b7I/AAAAAAAAARo/LtcXf_N8160/s1600-h/Devin+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231813827472355250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsi9O13b7I/AAAAAAAAARo/LtcXf_N8160/s400/Devin+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the guys! Devin, Tyler, Mike and T. J. who make up "13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Hour" This Saturday is their second show at a local all age show place. I cannot wait to see their hard work pay off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsf0xr-7uI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hcR4HEDgD8M/s1600-h/Devin+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsf0xr-7uI/AAAAAAAAARQ/hcR4HEDgD8M/s1600-h/Devin+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-4863632041667703307?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4863632041667703307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=4863632041667703307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4863632041667703307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4863632041667703307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-it-is-elusive-teenage-son.html' title='Yes, it is the elusive teenage son.'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJsbKQi6FTI/AAAAAAAAARI/zM26Nrq2bos/s72-c/the+elusive+teen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-6551018010749975676</id><published>2008-08-01T12:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:26:04.384-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aprons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><title type='text'>Vintage Aprons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJM3ODua6EI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ezew0HbVIOI/s1600-h/hanky+apron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584306964981826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJM3ODua6EI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ezew0HbVIOI/s320/hanky+apron.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJM3p3rUYPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9dzMS-2Qgok/s1600-h/pink+apron.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229584784767082738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJM3p3rUYPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9dzMS-2Qgok/s320/pink+apron.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo I love Vintage finds! These aprons I found at a local flea market/antique mall. I had to have them. The blue one is a hanky apron, to cute! The pink retro one was a must because the fabric is to cool. I have loved aprons. My Grandma Cutcher and Great Grandma Mauter always wore them. My love of them was stirred up when I participated in a Summer Apron swap. Now I am addicted. Be prepared friends and family, you may just get one for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJM20VDEZ1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/G3YydV5jct0/s1600-h/hanky+apron.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJM20lsZxuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ucMBbU2Jc5c/s1600-h/fabric.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-6551018010749975676?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6551018010749975676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=6551018010749975676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6551018010749975676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6551018010749975676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/08/vintage-aprons.html' title='Vintage Aprons'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SJM3ODua6EI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Ezew0HbVIOI/s72-c/hanky+apron.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3419567806519228689</id><published>2008-08-01T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:23:41.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adversity=Strength</title><content type='html'>All around you there is adversity. Each day there is something more to overcome. Some where along the way I have started to look for the positive, to see the glass half full rather than half empty. My favorite is "Making Lemonade out of Lemons." (Sorry if repeat this often, I just love this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diddy&lt;/span&gt;) It is more, and more evident the world is becoming a hard place to be. For as long as I can remember President Gordon B. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hinckley&lt;/span&gt; our former prophet and president of our church would say we need to be self-reliant, become strong within our families, and be prepared. Of course, we as members would say " yeah, we need to heed the words of the prophet." But in the past year it is evident. Gas is so expense, food is constantly being recalled, neighbors do not help neighbors, families are falling apart, the economy stinks, and having a job, especially in Toledo is harder and harder. We as a family have been hit with some hard stuff these past few months, but when we lose something, before we turn around we have been blessed with something new. Sure it would be easy to focus on the bad that is happening, but I have finally learned to keep the focus where it needs to be. Brian's business is doing great, he got a new job that is actually paying "something!"  I am going to go back to school in a few weeks, my kid's are healthy, and our marriage is stronger then ever! No matter what happens around us, I can look and say "that which does not kill us makes us stronger" and really, really mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3419567806519228689?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3419567806519228689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3419567806519228689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3419567806519228689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3419567806519228689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/08/adversitystrength.html' title='Adversity=Strength'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-8868390606059864086</id><published>2008-07-24T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T12:24:40.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of a Musical</title><content type='html'>After two months of long, hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rehearsals&lt;/span&gt;, many late nights and tons of energy, the play was cancelled. Unfortunately, the person who was directing this play did not have her "ducks in a row" prior to doing this. The positive side of this is that I can be back home in the evenings with the family. Today I have to think "What have I learned from this adventure?" Well, first I found out that I love being in the theater, and I hope to maybe do another play sometime. Second,  when you put faith in other things, you can get burned. The only place I can ever put my faith is in the Lord. Honestly, I am sad. Sad that I have made my family be without me, sad that my wonderful husband had to be a "single parent" for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-8868390606059864086?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8868390606059864086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=8868390606059864086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8868390606059864086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8868390606059864086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/death-of-musical.html' title='The Death of a Musical'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-2151420710730356124</id><published>2008-07-20T14:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:18:35.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SIN-diQ_uqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPDrRm-zl54/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225159038559304354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SIN-diQ_uqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPDrRm-zl54/s400/DSC04726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what is left of a 14 ounce bag of plain Adventures of Indiana Jones M&amp;amp;M's. For some reason these little buggers have been my addiction for the past few days. I bought them for our first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bunco&lt;/span&gt; club night. Yes, I enjoy an occasional M&amp;amp;M, but to be this obsessive! I think it has to due with the colors, they remind me of my favorite season Fall, cool days, cooler nights, fresh apple cider, pumpkins, leaves, Halloween. Or maybe there is some unseen force within, maybe it is  some kind of addictive chemical they put in these candies? The more I eat, the more I want, the more I eat. Whatever it is I have to get these out of the house, I do not want to know how many calories I have consumed the past three days. I have totally bagged my Weight Watchers this weekend. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-2151420710730356124?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2151420710730356124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=2151420710730356124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2151420710730356124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2151420710730356124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/death-of-me.html' title='The Death of Me'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SIN-diQ_uqI/AAAAAAAAAQA/lPDrRm-zl54/s72-c/DSC04726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-8967108202337025509</id><published>2008-07-20T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:57:13.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Costuming!</title><content type='html'>All in the fun of "Seuss" I have been working on costumes for the play now. We were all in charge of our own costumes, and being the little Mother that I am, I told my fellow Bird Girls that I would make their costumes. I am also making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gertrude&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McFuzz's&lt;/span&gt; dress, and did the Sour Kangaroo, and made bloomers for my pal Candie's daughter. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of you know that my sewing skills are not that advanced, but will say I have come a long way, thanks to the wisdom of Laura, my mom, and Brian. I love to take on a new challenge, and the more creative I can be the better. But "Oh, the things you get into when you bite off more than you can chew!" ( this is me trying to sing my dilemma with "Oh, the things you can think! from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seussical&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!) I set unrealistic goals on myself. For instance, I wanted to get everything done in one week. Of course that does NOT happen and there I am sitting in front of my sewing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt; at 2 in the morning, frustrated, bouncing my leg and complaining against every injustice in the world. Not to mention I am jacked up on Diet Pepsi, chocolate, and I have just seam ripped the same seam for the fourth time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Arrgghhh&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;But my friend Candie a.k.a. "Mrs. Major" in the play, is keeping me sane. She is my partner in crime. We have been fabric shopping, web surfing ideas, drawing, and sewing. She has been a great help when it comes down to embellishing the costumes. I could not do this without her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-8967108202337025509?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8967108202337025509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=8967108202337025509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8967108202337025509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8967108202337025509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/costuming.html' title='Costuming!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-252290831696835994</id><published>2008-07-12T23:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:01:52.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Garden of Eatin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHl8ZZJfWJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3EiR3MjnxEg/s1600-h/Liv+and+liam+garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222342018602064018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHl8ZZJfWJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3EiR3MjnxEg/s400/Liv+and+liam+garden.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are "Farmer Lavinia" and "Farmer Liam", but alas, "Farmer Avin" refused to be in the picture! What a stinky boy huh? This a proud moment for them. Today Liv told me that "there are tomatoes out there Mom!" Honestly I would not know. I have been so involved we the musical, and the normal household stuff, I have not been out there. We have had alot of rainy, humid and warm days, so I do not doubt there are tiny treasures in there. Hopefully, we can have enough to store for food storage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHl8ZS6hs8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/KUtMV0WONM4/s1600-h/the+garden+the+4th.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222342016928691138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHl8ZS6hs8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/KUtMV0WONM4/s400/the+garden+the+4th.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHl7oa4PdoI/AAAAAAAAAPg/2fXX41A7Kck/s1600-h/Liv+and+liam+garden.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The garden we need to get those tomatoes staked I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHl7oQO4tOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/x8VM4qxoEK4/s1600-h/the+garden+the+4th.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-252290831696835994?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/252290831696835994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=252290831696835994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/252290831696835994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/252290831696835994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/garden-of-eatih.html' title='The Garden of Eatin&apos;'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHl8ZZJfWJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3EiR3MjnxEg/s72-c/Liv+and+liam+garden.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5125557892534841262</id><published>2008-07-11T03:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:45:46.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's Labor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcO8eKxK8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qskkFASv4T0/s1600-h/my+collection.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221658725012548546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcO8eKxK8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qskkFASv4T0/s400/my+collection.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                         The order that seemed to never end, 13 swords for a school in&lt;br /&gt;                                              Canada. So worth the time and hours spent on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcO8T5gT0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2oLi6bFYpKo/s1600-h/DSC04668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221658722255785794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcO8T5gT0I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2oLi6bFYpKo/s400/DSC04668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              On to the next order! Unfortunately, it is 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sigh! One huge sword order finished, but alas there is always one following right behind! I was heading to bed this early morning or (late night) and I saw this in my dining room. Forever boxes, oodles and oodles of swords, and a very tired, hard working husband. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5125557892534841262?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5125557892534841262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5125557892534841262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5125557892534841262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5125557892534841262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/brians-labor.html' title='Brian&apos;s Labor...'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcO8eKxK8I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qskkFASv4T0/s72-c/my+collection.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-1463150461077241098</id><published>2008-07-11T01:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:59:57.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BirthDay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcCUzjb46I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ed5zWa1LD6k/s1600-h/me+and+liv+and+sparkler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221644849418855330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcCUzjb46I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ed5zWa1LD6k/s200/me+and+liv+and+sparkler.JPG" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221641893848067058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHb_oxMcq_I/AAAAAAAAANM/5to7qqrgM0E/s200/Bri,+liv+and+liam.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The day was pretty low key, not much happened. We pretty much spent most of the day catching up on things around the house. I was able to go visit a friend who I ha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHb_NjpcvGI/AAAAAAAAANE/hVVp0WjunyE/s1600-h/Liam+in+wonder.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d not seen forever. We had a nice time sitting in the sun and having some awesome laug&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcBuuPdFWI/AAAAAAAAANs/_2iIkBUIavE/s1600-h/Kate+on+bike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221644195157841250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcBuuPdFWI/AAAAAAAAANs/_2iIkBUIavE/s200/Kate+on+bike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hs about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Originally I had thought of having a cook-out with family and friends, but that go&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcA21CvqqI/AAAAAAAAANk/wD9y2Z_yxYo/s1600-h/come+in+earthling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221643234910907042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcA21CvqqI/AAAAAAAAANk/wD9y2Z_yxYo/s200/come+in+earthling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t pushed aside due to just having alot on our plate. We did have my friend of thirty three years, Wendy and her son come over to watch the fireworks. My sister, Henry and Sam came too. But about 20 minutes before the fireworks were to start, Sam had other plans and crashed on me. So they took him home. Where we live we can see the firework show from Downtown Toledo. However now that the kids are older we said next year we want to go downtown to watch them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the 25 minute "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red,&lt;/span&gt; White and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boom&lt;/span&gt;" show, we put the kids to bed, and Wendy, Brian and I watched the fireworks that people in the neighborhood were setting off. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcCVIFFdRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9iy7VaJpU_A/s1600-h/Liv+and+sparkler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221644854928700690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcCVIFFdRI/AAAAAAAAAOE/9iy7VaJpU_A/s200/Liv+and+sparkler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so bad that the neighborhood was ful&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHb-RBly5sI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8gbW8XCRH7c/s1600-h/Liam+and+first+sparkler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221640386420860610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHb-RBly5sI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8gbW8XCRH7c/s200/Liam+and+first+sparkler.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l of egg smelling fog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liam getting to hold his "first" sparkler. He was pretty geeked about the whole thing, that was until he felt a spark on his hand! Then he just had everyone else hold them for him. This was his first fourth of July where he stayed up to see the fireworks. Every time one went off he would point and yell "Da Fireworks, seeee, Firewoorks, I see the fireworks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The big hit was the Snaps you throw on the ground. They are alot of fun, except when you have a million little papers all over the place! : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcDvyvcZtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0pmfd6MUl8E/s1600-h/henry+and+funky+sock+Sam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221646412568880850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcDvyvcZtI/AAAAAAAAAOM/0pmfd6MUl8E/s200/henry+and+funky+sock+Sam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221641899346933554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHb_pFretzI/AAAAAAAAANU/kFrWZ9Te0BI/s200/Liv+and+pops.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A very burned Henry,                                               Lavinia making sure these Snaps are just paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and funky sock Samuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/4543647486510124526-1463150461077241098?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1463150461077241098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=1463150461077241098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1463150461077241098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1463150461077241098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='The Fourth of July!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SHcCUzjb46I/AAAAAAAAAN8/Ed5zWa1LD6k/s72-c/me+and+liv+and+sparkler.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-9118336029234034947</id><published>2008-07-03T00:49:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T15:44:02.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day for Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxg8JGAnFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/f5ygbJdeFzA/s1600-h/Brian+checking+out+art.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218652654565104722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxg8JGAnFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/f5ygbJdeFzA/s200/Brian+checking+out+art.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love art! Brian and I have always had that in common. We have both been blessed with not only the love of art, but we have some creative genes of our own. Though Brian by far is the most accomplished in his creativity! Every year the Toledo Botanical Gardens hosts the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crosby&lt;/span&gt; Arts Festival. The artists come from all over to set up in one of the most beautiful places here in Toledo. Brian had never been to the festival, so I was excited for him to go. We got a babysitter for a few hours and made it a date "day" of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxsboEb70I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9P_3whhsBC8/s1600-h/cool+Dolls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218665290083856194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxsboEb70I/AAAAAAAAAM0/9P_3whhsBC8/s200/cool+Dolls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest artist was a doll maker. She hand makes these dolls. I really wanted one. Each doll had their own individual look and story. We spent some time talking to her, she was just as cool as her creations. Her business is called The Doll Makers.com. Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxqw9zajkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o0_tg8StiBM/s1600-h/iron+sculpture+at+Crosby.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218663457672040002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxqw9zajkI/AAAAAAAAAMk/o0_tg8StiBM/s200/iron+sculpture+at+Crosby.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Throughout the gardens are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; sculptures. This one is one of my favorites. However, this photo does not give it justice. It is very three dimensional and enormous. Plus I think it is time to update our camera, it is not acting right. Or maybe just maybe it is the operator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxrMu7fA6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/i7Jztj9l9sQ/s1600-h/me+and+Navarre+cabin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218663934715691938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxrMu7fA6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/i7Jztj9l9sQ/s200/me+and+Navarre+cabin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cabin once belonged to the famous Toledo settler and War of 1812 scout Peter Navarre. He was the brother to my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Great-grandfather, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Antoine&lt;/span&gt; Navarre. I wish these walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;could talk! The cabin was brought to the gardens years ago for protection and safe keeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxrMu7fA6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/i7Jztj9l9sQ/s1600-h/me+and+Navarre+cabin.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxrMu7fA6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/i7Jztj9l9sQ/s1600-h/me+and+Navarre+cabin.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-9118336029234034947?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/9118336029234034947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=9118336029234034947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/9118336029234034947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/9118336029234034947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-for-art.html' title='A Day for Art'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxg8JGAnFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/f5ygbJdeFzA/s72-c/Brian+checking+out+art.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3655921184853700757</id><published>2008-07-03T00:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:36:43.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strawberries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>THE FRUIT OF THEIR LABOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxSU206lZI/AAAAAAAAALM/3mkeFKXNWpo/s1600-h/Liv+Strawberry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218636586483881362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxSU206lZI/AAAAAAAAALM/3mkeFKXNWpo/s200/Liv+Strawberry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garden is producing! Lavinia will not let a strawberry go unoticed. As soon as she sees one it is off the plant and in her mouth! However she is not the only one who is enjoying the garden. Our dog Lily has noticed the strawberries and manages to snag a few too. So much for a "bumper crop" of berries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3655921184853700757?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3655921184853700757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3655921184853700757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3655921184853700757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3655921184853700757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/07/fruit-of-their-labor.html' title='THE FRUIT OF THEIR LABOR'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SGxSU206lZI/AAAAAAAAALM/3mkeFKXNWpo/s72-c/Liv+Strawberry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5485315072884448088</id><published>2008-06-21T00:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:07:47.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SFyJnxq2NfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/saFciPLwLuQ/s1600-h/sam3.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SFyKPYyATXI/AAAAAAAAALE/oas-aDuxtQU/s1600-h/footguy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214194465543048562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SFyKPYyATXI/AAAAAAAAALE/oas-aDuxtQU/s200/footguy.gif" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just an update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of now I have only been able to attend one rehersal. Coming home from Young Woman camp, I realized how hectic my week would be. The kids were glued to me, laundry caught up, story time started at the library, and not to mention I got sick. The first rehersal was eye opening. I have alot of singing to do as a "Bird Girl" in the Jungle of Nool. The funny thing about this is the other two girls who are with me are high school girls (the joy of community theater) and they come to my chest. I will probably look like the goofy vultures in Disney's Jungle Book, compared to these "Spring Chicks!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5485315072884448088?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5485315072884448088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5485315072884448088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5485315072884448088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5485315072884448088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/06/musical.html' title='The Musical'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SFyKPYyATXI/AAAAAAAAALE/oas-aDuxtQU/s72-c/footguy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-7176054825515557896</id><published>2008-06-15T02:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T02:41:08.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have survived Girls Camp 2008</title><content type='html'>I did it! I went to camp and survived! Despite missing Brian and the kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt;, I had a fabulous five days. Our young woman in the Toledo Ohio Stake just &lt;strong&gt;Rock&lt;/strong&gt;! Not only did I meet some great young woman, I was able to meet and become friends with some of the leaders from other wards. My favorite part of camp was we had all the girls read a section of the Book of Mormon including the leaders, we read the whole book in 30 minutes. I had to run back to the cabin to get my scriptures and there were groups of young woman sitting all around reading out loud. The words were like music, the spirit surrounded them. At the testimony meeting one girl got up and shared her testimony and made reference to this. She said &lt;em&gt;"you could hear that words were being said, and you could kind of hear them, but what you could hear was the Truth floating all around."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-7176054825515557896?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7176054825515557896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=7176054825515557896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7176054825515557896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7176054825515557896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-survived-girls-camp-2008.html' title='I have survived Girls Camp 2008'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5008420222885561924</id><published>2008-06-09T23:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:38:09.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a "Drama Fag, Always a Drama Fag!"</title><content type='html'>Alright, so the title may throw some of you off a little, let me explain. Picture it the 80's, a midwest small suburbarn town. The social status is divided into the following: Jocks and Popular crowd, Science Geeks, Burn outs, Band Fags, and then the Drama Fags. Drama Fags was a term made up by the beefcake, party til you puke Jocks/Pop crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Why is this the title of my post? Well if you have not guessed it, I was a "Drama Fag." My friends and I were the free spirits, the artists, the singers, the punks/gothic (when gothic was first "underground." )For me being in the Drama club and choir was a way to express so much that was inside. To become a different person, expand my imagination, and honestly it just seemed natural to me. In school there were two things I want more then anything, to be a Mommy and be an professional actor.&lt;br /&gt;We all know what road I chose, and it is a good one. However, being on stage again was always a little dream of mine. Tonight that "little dream" came true! A few months ago my friend Candie,  one of "the Oldies" as we call ourselves, let me know about an opportunity to audition for a small community theater group. She said "Let's do it, who cares wouldn't be fun to be up there again?" I had to agree. So tonight we auditioned for "Seussical the Musical" and we both received parts.  I am so excited, and I have a little apprehension, I mean can I really do it? Will I remember all the theater lingo? What exactly is stage left again? my left or their left? Or am I just sweating the small stuff? Is performing like riding a bike, you just never forget it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5008420222885561924?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5008420222885561924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5008420222885561924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5008420222885561924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5008420222885561924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-drama-fag-always-drama-fag.html' title='Once a &quot;Drama Fag, Always a Drama Fag!&quot;'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3635173639832844424</id><published>2008-06-06T02:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T02:19:46.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoga and Zumba: Getting rid of my Boomba!</title><content type='html'>As if I do not have enough to do, I started a Yoga class on Tuesday/Thursday mornings, and a Zumba class on Wednesday mornings. My goal is to become the "Sex Goddess that truly lives inside!" That is my joke, however there is much truth! If someone would have showed me ten years ago what I would look like today, I would have just died. I have never been this large. I was always the friend that everyone hated, I could eat anything, not exercise, and stay at my 5'll size 10 self. (Sigh) However, I hit 27 had my first baby, and away I went! Now after two more children, alot of self pity, emotional eating, and the diagonsis of Insulin Resistance (which has contributed) I am at ROCK BOTTOM! Quoting the song by one of my favorite singers, Wynonna Judd, "When you hit rock bottom you got no where to go, but straight up..." &lt;br /&gt;It just dawned on me, once this goes up as a post, I am SO accountable huh? Hmm...Well here it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3635173639832844424?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3635173639832844424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3635173639832844424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3635173639832844424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3635173639832844424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/06/yoga-and-zumba-getting-rid-of-my-boomba.html' title='Yoga and Zumba: Getting rid of my Boomba!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-8607763128312065769</id><published>2008-06-06T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:48:50.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavinia's 4th Birthday</title><content type='html'>It is official I have a four year girl now. June 4th was the magic day. I cannot believe she is four.&lt;br /&gt; We surprised her with a little party with some of her friends and family on Sunday. Devin took her outside while Brian and I decorated the dining room. I was not going to do a "party" just have cake and ice cream on her bday. However, on Saturday before her bday Lavinia informs us that she wants her "Island Princess Barbie cake, and bubble gum and her friends to come to her party. (Sigh what is a parent to do but give in) So off we went to the store. Brian and I were shopping and he started throwing little crowns, rings, and necklaces into the cart. He said "it is my only girl, I want it to be nice." He was more excited then she was I think. I was not so excited for a "party" due to the million things I have to do before leaving for camp for a week. But the it went off without a hitch and the girls had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-8607763128312065769?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/8607763128312065769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=8607763128312065769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8607763128312065769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/8607763128312065769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/06/lavinias-4th-birthday.html' title='Lavinia&apos;s 4th Birthday'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-2618511830154515250</id><published>2008-06-06T00:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:17:19.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set Go!</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, we took the kids to a local park to ride bikes. Avin finally got bike riding down to a science, I think he just needed to get his confidence up to really ride. Liam rode his Little People Firetruck, and Lavinia rode the tricycle. It was then we realized how much the little ones have grown. Liam needs the trike, and Lavinia needs new wheels. Brian and I decided right then and there that we were going to get her a bike for her bday. &lt;br /&gt;When I was telling my Mom this story, she and my stepdad, said they would get the bike instead. We were not fussed about it, Lavinia had a long list of bday wishes! So, before Grammie and Papa Keith left for vacation, they came and gave Liv her early gift. We made her turn around and shut her eyes, while Grammie got it out of the car. Lavinia was so excited, and jumped up and down, shouting "a Princess bike, I got a Princess bike!" Her elation was worth watching and seeing my girl ride her "big girl bike" made our hearts swell. Liam is happy he now has full reign over the coveted tricycle now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-2618511830154515250?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/2618511830154515250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=2618511830154515250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2618511830154515250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/2618511830154515250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/06/ready-set-go.html' title='Ready, Set Go!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-7745228544291980688</id><published>2008-06-06T00:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:18:19.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>In my opinion the Toledo Zoo is one of the nicest zoos in the nation. The only way to "Do the Zoo" with a family of wee ones, is to buy a zoo membership. This way you can go anytime you want, get in free, and stay the whole day or just stay an hour. What is really special about having this membership is that you can have a free trip to see the Lights Before Christmas. This is a really awesome way to get into the holiday spirit. We go as a family every year, it is tradition. There are over a million lights displayed all over the zoo. Absolutely breath taking!&lt;br /&gt; This zoo trip Brian came as well as my sister Katlin, her soon to be hubby, Henry, and baby Sam. This was Sammie's first trip. It was a beautiful day and we stayed for about 3 hours. When we got home we all took a little afternoon snooze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-7745228544291980688?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7745228544291980688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=7745228544291980688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7745228544291980688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7745228544291980688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorial-day-at-zoo.html' title='Memorial Day at the Zoo'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-649834330314687907</id><published>2008-05-25T23:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:22:52.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Go Fishin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoq7dhXIKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mm0Ss_BYBEI/s1600-h/DSC04342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204519520405233826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoq7dhXIKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mm0Ss_BYBEI/s200/DSC04342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammie and Papa have a great back yard to explore in. Papa Keith put a Koi pond in a few years ago. For us it is just so relaxing to sit on the deck and listen to the waterfall. But for the kids, it is time to go fishing. Avin and Papa Keith go fishing alot together,it is their past time to do. So today the little ones wanted to fish too. So out came the cane poles with "hooks" (Grammie put bobbers on the end with no true lure, safety first!) Liam was in heaven! He had the bobber whipping around all over the place. Luckily for the Koi that reside in the pond they were semi safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoq7thXILI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qDxIRtBk6lk/s1600-h/DSC04342.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoq7thXIMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pI9bi8H_wY8/s1600-h/DSC04348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204519524700201154" style="CURSOR: hand" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoq7thXIMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pI9bi8H_wY8/s200/DSC04348.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoqMdhXIJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kYoSqptOocg/s1600-h/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204518712951382162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoqMdhXIJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kYoSqptOocg/s200/DSC04344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lavinia joined in the fun too! She decided to take a cozy spot on Grammie's lap. &lt;div&gt;She did not stay as long as Liam once she figured out that she was not really going to catch Papa's Koi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoqMdhXIJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/kYoSqptOocg/s1600-h/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4543647486510124526-649834330314687907?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/649834330314687907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=649834330314687907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/649834330314687907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/649834330314687907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/05/gotta-go-fishin.html' title='Gotta Go Fishin&apos;'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoq7dhXIKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mm0Ss_BYBEI/s72-c/DSC04342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-1105136541854527091</id><published>2008-05-25T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:51:33.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Samuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDolathXIBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/grc7-Kue5Ak/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204513460206379026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDolathXIBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/grc7-Kue5Ak/s320/DSC04355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDolathXIAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cNL6KvK4XMI/s1600-h/DSC04294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204513460206379010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDolathXIAI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cNL6KvK4XMI/s320/DSC04294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDolbNhXICI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IsSPeHrC2Mw/s1600-h/DSC04352.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samuel a.k.a. Baby Sam, and now "Sam-a-loop" for me is my nephew. When I learned my sister was going to have a baby I was so happy that I cried. This sweet boy has become the mending glue for my sister and I. Being eight years apart, we did not have a great relationship. But the past year or so we began working on our relationship, and getting to know each other all over again. When she became pregnant, we now had an even greater bond, the one of motherhood. Samuel is such a wonderful baby. He was born with his eyes wide and awake. He looked everywhere and seemed to just take it all in, as if to say "So this is earth...wow!" We have the privilege to take care of Sam in the week, and he is smiling and seems to love hanging with Aunt Heddie and Uncle Brian. This little boy is a blessing in our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-1105136541854527091?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1105136541854527091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=1105136541854527091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1105136541854527091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1105136541854527091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/05/baby-samuel.html' title='Baby Samuel'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDolathXIBI/AAAAAAAAAH0/grc7-Kue5Ak/s72-c/DSC04355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5478111010244566330</id><published>2008-05-25T22:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:35:58.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDogtthXH_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/f58UXQ-gHA0/s1600-h/DSC04328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204508289065754610" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="120" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDogtthXH_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/f58UXQ-gHA0/s320/DSC04328.JPG" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoczdhXH6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-HRXmfi06-0/s1600-h/DSC04318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204503989803491234" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="147" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDoczdhXH6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/-HRXmfi06-0/s320/DSC04318.JPG" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDodIthXH9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Cwn5fOsLdLk/s1600-h/DSC04320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204504354875711442" style="WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="143" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDodIthXH9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Cwn5fOsLdLk/s320/DSC04320.JPG" width="113" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDodIdhXH7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/s4fJPNKsZ6s/s1600-h/DSC04330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204504350580744114" style="WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDodIdhXH7I/AAAAAAAAAHE/s4fJPNKsZ6s/s320/DSC04330.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDogtdhXH-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/C0AradE6vrQ/s1600-h/DSC04324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204508284770787298" style="WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDogtdhXH-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/C0AradE6vrQ/s320/DSC04324.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here we are at another year of gardening. The past few years I have not had a vegetable garden due to fact that the kids were too little and I worked full time last summer. Brian built me "another" raised bed. The past few were not in the best place. Our yard does not have the greatest soil despite my continuous efforts. We do not spray or use chemicals on the yard or garden, it all the way organic. We went to the greenhouse Bench Farms on Rt. 2. I recommend them, my cousin is married to their son. We had a beautiful family day. The kids helped decide what went in the garden. This garden is part of Avin's cub scout badge too. Lavinia planted "her strawberries" in a container and Liam helped me plant a "Pizza Container" With tomato, basil, oregano, parsley. We still need to plant a traditional Native garden on a mound. This will include corn, beans, and squash (actually pumpkin) This will be the first time I did this the traditional way. Be sure to stay tuned and watch our garden grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5478111010244566330?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5478111010244566330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5478111010244566330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5478111010244566330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5478111010244566330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/05/gardening-2008.html' title='Gardening 2008'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDogtthXH_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/f58UXQ-gHA0/s72-c/DSC04328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5948801884445006364</id><published>2008-05-20T21:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T23:06:44.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip to the Mud Hens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;It is the time of year when field trips are heralding the closing of another year of school. Today went to see the Toledo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MudHens&lt;/span&gt; play against the Columbus Clippers. I signed up a few months ago to be a field trip Mom and was really excited about going. However with having the foot surgery I was not sure two weeks ago if I could go. But lucky for me I did, we had a blast. I think I had more fun then the kids did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;The day started off a bit chilly and cloudy but as the game started, the sun came out and we played ball! Unfortunately, the Hens did not win, but it was close 7 to 5, so close yet so far! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Avin&lt;/span&gt; picked his two friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Divon&lt;/span&gt; and Nathan to ride with us. So as soon as the friends appeared I was ignored, I guess it is not "cool" to hang with good ole' Mom. But as soon as the popcorn/cotton candy hawkers came through the crowd I was then his best pal! So I caught some "rays", talked to an old friend, and cheered on the game! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDooqthXIII/AAAAAAAAAIs/CrRvExBVPms/s1600-h/DSC04254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204517033619169410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDooqthXIII/AAAAAAAAAIs/CrRvExBVPms/s200/DSC04254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDonyNhXIDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tCp3EimzLnM/s1600-h/DSC04250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204516062956560434" style="CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDonyNhXIDI/AAAAAAAAAIE/tCp3EimzLnM/s200/DSC04250.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDooqthXIHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VCPofhIoa4o/s1600-h/DSC04252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204517033619169394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDooqthXIHI/AAAAAAAAAIk/VCPofhIoa4o/s200/DSC04252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDooqthXIII/AAAAAAAAAIs/CrRvExBVPms/s1600-h/DSC04254.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDooqthXIII/AAAAAAAAAIs/CrRvExBVPms/s1600-h/DSC04254.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5948801884445006364?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5948801884445006364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5948801884445006364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5948801884445006364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5948801884445006364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/05/field-trip-to-mud-hens.html' title='Field Trip to the Mud Hens!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DgE_wGnRXho/SDooqthXIII/AAAAAAAAAIs/CrRvExBVPms/s72-c/DSC04254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-1586394584678774745</id><published>2008-05-20T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:48:17.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Geek!</title><content type='html'>I love vintage and folk items.The older and cooler the better.  I do not know what it is about it that makes me happy, it just does. Maybe it is the thrill of finding a neat item for cheap, or it is just my love of nostalgia, but it is a love of mine regardless.&lt;br /&gt; I love to shop antique markets, garage sales, flea markets and art festival to find that just right item.  It is even better when you find the item and it is inexpensive. Who does not like to find a deal right.&lt;br /&gt;Through the years I have collected some neat things. My favorite is the Strawberry jar that was always on my Grandma's counter, old photos of my family, nick knacks, antique beads (Brian actually owns Louis and Clark beads from that time period, which were used for trade with the Natives) but that was my collection. However, since having the kitchen remodeled I am going to decorate it in prim-folk/vintage/what ever else I decide on...&lt;br /&gt;So, now that Spring is here and Summer is on it's way I hope to begin finding some neat things, Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-1586394584678774745?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/1586394584678774745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=1586394584678774745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1586394584678774745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/1586394584678774745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/05/vintage-geek.html' title='Vintage Geek!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-6225136165807954914</id><published>2008-05-10T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T03:53:18.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pamper Night!</title><content type='html'>When I pushed this beautiful child from my womb and heard my husband crying "It's a girl, oh, my girl" I did not know to what level those words would mean to me. To say the least it has been a roller coaster ride with Miss Lavinia.&lt;br /&gt;Having only two boys at the time to go on, we realized fast just how different this little person is. She only slept in Brian's arms. If we put her down, she would wake right up. To this day it is a task to put her to bed. She played different, wanting someone to play with, always to be by someone. And the biggest obstacle that we deal with daily is her up and down mood swings. One minute a sweet, innocent, loving girl, and the next a screaming, opinionated Banshee. But not all things were trying. I could put her in pink and purple, attach bows and lace wherever, and even paint her small toenails. I could not wait to have tea parties and pamper nights. And I have to believe that her strong self will one day be her greatest asset.&lt;br /&gt;As she got older we invented "Mommy's beauty shop." It is usually after a bath, on my bed, with all the hair do-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;das&lt;/span&gt; and nail polish spread everywhere. It is where we play and more importantly have our time together. I try to do this as much as possible with all the kids, spend alone time with each of them. It is hard at times with life pulling every which way, but it sure is worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-6225136165807954914?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/6225136165807954914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=6225136165807954914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6225136165807954914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/6225136165807954914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/05/pamper-night.html' title='Pamper Night!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-5797853885740618218</id><published>2008-05-06T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T12:32:03.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the Verrucas!</title><content type='html'>Sounds a little like a "B" horror flick does it not? In my world it has become a horror. You may ask "What is a Verruca?" For some you may know the answer, for those who do not, let me give you the definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;verruca; verruca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plantaris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A round or oval-shaped wart on the sole of the foot. The wart usually has a crack or dark spot at its centre. It can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when pressed against underlying tissue. Plantar warts are caused by viruses. They are very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and are often transmitted by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walking bare foot in changing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pretty much sums it up for you...notice the bold, colorful print? It is true, all true!&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have had these and never had pain, bravo to you!  I have been in pain for over one year. Working with my podiatrist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we have&lt;/span&gt; had them froze, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lasered&lt;/span&gt;, cut out, used acid and duct tape, vitamin A. However with no avail, I still had the buggers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;popping&lt;/span&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;This last bout I had eleven on the ball of my left foot and one big one my right heel.&lt;br /&gt;So on April 30, I had surgery. I currently have a 3x3 inch wound on my left foot, and a wound the size of 50 cent piece on my right heel. This surgery was done as outpatient, and under general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anesthetic&lt;/span&gt;. Real fun let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit in my pain killer state of mind, let me give you some advice:&lt;br /&gt;Never, Never go barefoot in a public locker room, pool, or water park, if you do, be prepared to suffer the Verruca Wrath!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-5797853885740618218?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/5797853885740618218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=5797853885740618218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5797853885740618218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/5797853885740618218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/05/beware-of-verrucas.html' title='Beware of the Verrucas!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-3919049302148532692</id><published>2008-04-24T03:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T03:40:52.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Walk into the past through music.</title><content type='html'>Music carries the mind to other places. Tonight it carried me back to my childhood. Searching for music for this blogspot,  I came across the artist Carly Simon. Carly Simon was one of the artist that we listened to in our home. Nostalgia surfaced and I began to search for other 70's favs.&lt;br /&gt;Music was a big deal in our home. Dad and Mom always had music on. My favorite memory with music is waking up to music on the weekends. Saturdays were usually cleaning days for Mom, and tinkering around in the yard or elsewhere for Dad. Usually the choice of music played varied from the Fleetwood Mac "Rumors" album, Doobie Brothers, Cat Stevens, Steely Dan, Carly Simon, Heart, Grover Washington "Winelight" album. Dad took great care of his albums and his stereo system. He taught me the "tuner", "turntable" and when we got it, the "cassette player." I remember he built a sort of music entertainment center out of an old dresser, left over orange shag carpet from the maroon van? (I think that is where it came from) I even learned how to properly clean a vinyl too!&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I use to sing and dance to music. I loved helping her clean and she would turn up the music and we would start dancing through the house!  We still do it when the mood strikes us. Our dancing varies to hard core, true cuttin' the rug, to silly dancing.&lt;br /&gt; I remember going to Peaches Record store on Reynolds road with Dad when he was in search of a new record. When I was around eight years old I got my first album of my very own it was Daryl Hall and John Oates "Voices" album. I remember the first time I heard the single "What I got you want and it might be hard to handle, like a flame that burns the candle..." I was laying in the back seat of our blue Buick Regal driving up Nevada St. going to Papa and Gram Jensen's house. I remember sitting up and telling Dad and Mom how much I loved that song and asked if I could get my own record of this. Dad said that Hall and Oates actually have been around since then. I was surprised. This was the beginning of my Dad and I having a common interest together. Dad took me to everyone of the Hall and Oates shows when they came to town.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of parties, and cookouts, hanging at the quarry, the jam session in the backyard with Jim and Bonnie, going camping and singing in the back of the Maroon Van with mom, Dad's Harmonica sessions, when will "brown eyed girl and Margaritaville die?"The music that sticks out the most in my mind I have downloaded on my playlist below. Look at them, listen to them, see if they bring back any memories for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-3919049302148532692?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/3919049302148532692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=3919049302148532692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3919049302148532692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/3919049302148532692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-walk-into-past-through-music.html' title='My Walk into the past through music.'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-4435058844911296684</id><published>2008-04-10T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:28:40.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Picnic of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The sporadic photos that are all over this page were taken on our picnic. This past weekend Northwestern Ohio had the promise that Spring is right around the corner. Saturday was nice, however Sunday and Monday were incrediable! Sunday we set off to Crane Creek Wildlife Refuge, along route 2 in Ottawa County. We packed up a picnic, loaded the kids up, plus the dog and set off on our adventure. Ottawa County, especially Bono, Ohio is one of my favorite parts of Ohio. I think it is a blood memory; part of my family settled this area and where my Native American roots came from.Whatever the reason, the drive from Toledo to Sandusky, in my opinion is stunning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We saw so many birds returning home for the year. Canada Geese were everywhere, we saw two pairs of Swans, tons of Ducks, and good ole Muskrats. The neatest thing was driving out of the refuge, Avin spotted a doe in the woods bedding down for the day. Great eyes Avin! The beach was a place of wonderment for Lavinia, Avin and our dog Lily. Liam however was scared of the sound of the waves coming up on shore. He kept saying "What dat souuunnd?" "Mommy, I go home now, bye beach, see you nother time!" When we explained what the sound was and he started to relax. I can imagine how vast the lake looked like to him. After gathering as many broken shells, rocks and sand to fill our sandbox at home, we went up to the nature center. This is a must see if you have never been there. They have cases filled with birds and animals that are indigenous to our area. There are hands on nature items for the kids, and a huge piano that plays bird calls when you press the keys. They now have live fish and a Snapping Turtle that the kids would not stop watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;We could not have asked for a better day as a family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-4435058844911296684?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/4435058844911296684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=4435058844911296684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4435058844911296684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/4435058844911296684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-picnic-of-year.html' title='The first Picnic of the year!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4543647486510124526.post-7108638395537852089</id><published>2008-04-10T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:22:25.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Owls!</title><content type='html'>Let me just say that alot of my posts will be late at night. Why, do you ask? Well first off the kids are in bed (sigh) what a job! Second, Brian is now working third shift as a security officer along with running his sword business. Despite my brave front, I get a tad bit "edgy" at night. So, I am up doing everything to keep myself from thinking of things that go "bump in the night." It is not a bad gig really, I have finished sewing, worked on family history, scrapbooked, read, and watched movies. However, you know it will be a bad day when you hear the first bird call and you realize the kids will be up in a hour...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4543647486510124526-7108638395537852089?l=dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/feeds/7108638395537852089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4543647486510124526&amp;postID=7108638395537852089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7108638395537852089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4543647486510124526/posts/default/7108638395537852089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreierpartyofsix.blogspot.com/2008/04/night-owls.html' title='Night Owls!'/><author><name>Dreierpartyof six</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15464536484748273491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
