<?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-6878631940854452350</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:42:24.134-08:00</updated><category term='Dressing and Dancing'/><title type='text'>Freestones</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-7224339750899127204</id><published>2011-02-20T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:57:20.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye!</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving Blogger. I have a new website: www.thevintagebunny.com&lt;br /&gt;Come visit me there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-7224339750899127204?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/7224339750899127204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=7224339750899127204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7224339750899127204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7224339750899127204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2011/02/bye.html' title='Bye!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4559098591540474125</id><published>2010-08-23T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:20:14.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Illiterate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBcEcZ0sI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3UHzEN-95Tw/s1600/PIC_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBcEcZ0sI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3UHzEN-95Tw/s320/PIC_1060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508748350945088194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBbkqNZmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7e-xHlqMK3I/s1600/PIC_1061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBbkqNZmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7e-xHlqMK3I/s320/PIC_1061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508748342413059682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBbE3sG7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/4y2MpNh_ooY/s1600/PIC_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBbE3sG7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/4y2MpNh_ooY/s320/PIC_1062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508748333879663538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBahClmqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZIq6KDYpikE/s1600/PIC_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBahClmqI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ZIq6KDYpikE/s320/PIC_1065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508748324261698210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my USB cord for the camcorder. Someday I'll learn how to rotate pics on my laptop so you don't have to strain your neck to look at my pictures. Here are a few from Ruby's first day of school! Cute, isn't she? She really wanted to show off her backpack, so that is why that first pic is the way it is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4559098591540474125?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4559098591540474125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4559098591540474125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4559098591540474125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4559098591540474125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2010/08/computer-illiterate.html' title='Computer Illiterate'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/THMBcEcZ0sI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/3UHzEN-95Tw/s72-c/PIC_1060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-9012100961360445115</id><published>2010-08-17T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:04:59.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Hard Chair</title><content type='html'>Today was Ruby's first day of school. I was excited/sad/anxious/lonely/etc. In other words, I was a mess. Do you know who was not a mess? Miss Ruby. She was excited/happy/ready. She didn't even want me to walk her to her classroom this morning. (I did anyway. I wouldn't miss that moment of goodbye for anything...)&lt;br /&gt;I held it together this morning until I saw some friends from church in the hallway and they asked how I was doing. My eyes welled up. When I got in the car, the tears finally broke free.&lt;br /&gt;Enough about me, though. Would you like to know how her day went? Splendidly. She enjoyed every second. Well, ALMOST every second. I picked her up from school and then took her for ice cream so we could discuss her day in detail. It's funny how things come up. For instance, when I asked how her day was, she said, "It was good." Nothing else. When I asked a few more questions, she gave me short little answers. No detail. So then I asked her more DETAILED questions, and that's when she started talking.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What did you learn about today?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "I don't think I learned anything."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, did your teacher talk to you guys about rules, or anything?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "Oh, yes. We have rules in our class."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "Like, no screaming in the building. And the very best number one rule is to always try your best."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Those are really good rules to remember."&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "Yes, but I was raising my hand and my teacher wouldn't call on me to tell her."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Tell her what?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "That that's not true. That the very best number one rule is to always choose the right."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "That's true. Always choose the right. But in your classroom, your teacher wants you to always try your best, so that's an important rule, too."&lt;br /&gt;Ruby agreed to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later in the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Who did you sit by in class?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "I don't know. They didn't tell me their names."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well did you ask them?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "No, we're not supposed to talk in class EVER. If you talk, you get sent to the little hard chair."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh. Did you have to sit in the little hard chair?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "Umm...yes."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How did that feel? Were you a little embarrassed?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "Yes, and a little nervous, too."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh, well I bet you'll try harder tomorrow to follow the rules, then, huh? Did anyone else get sent to the little hard chair?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruby: "Only 2 people. Me and a boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. In trouble already. At least it didn't effect her overall day. She still wants to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-9012100961360445115?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/9012100961360445115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=9012100961360445115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/9012100961360445115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/9012100961360445115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-hard-chair.html' title='The Little Hard Chair'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-6539201090392884459</id><published>2010-06-29T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T14:40:29.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>FYI: I just added pictures to the previous post. Check 'em out, and yes, I know a few are sideways, but since I thought I had rotated them, I didn't want to take the time to go back and do it again. To manually rotate the picture, turn your head to the left or your computer to the right ;-) !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-6539201090392884459?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/6539201090392884459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=6539201090392884459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6539201090392884459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6539201090392884459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2010/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-2681459575278770710</id><published>2010-06-26T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:20:43.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a good party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoPRK8fwbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ipc72wQ2K1A/s1600/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoPRK8fwbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ipc72wQ2K1A/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488215883574657458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoOQWOAJoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dLI3Zfh7AOs/s1600/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoOQWOAJoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dLI3Zfh7AOs/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488214769909376642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoN45eRnDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AC_Wpna3pRY/s1600/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoN45eRnDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/AC_Wpna3pRY/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488214367056010290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoNEN5_ZpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LhBseSCfONg/s1600/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoNEN5_ZpI/AAAAAAAAAN4/LhBseSCfONg/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488213462007899794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby turns 5 on Monday. I can't believe that she will be a kindergartner in the Fall. Seriously. Seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;She is smart, fun, kind, thoughtful, and full of spice. I'd take her no other way.&lt;br /&gt;We had a party today. It was fun. It was black and white and blue. It was crazy. It was 15 children with sunglasses and leis sliding on their bellies in the water to emulate penguins. It was a sugar fest. It was a little girl walking into the kitchen as soon as she woke up declaring, "Wow, this is so magical and fantastic!" as her mother was finishing the party prep (and that really was a direct quote).&lt;br /&gt;The only sad part is that the mother was slightly unprepared with the camera, so we did not get a whole lot of pictures, but a friend graciously snapped a few of the decorations and food. Hurray for good friends, right?!&lt;br /&gt;We love you, miss Ruby. We hope your whole life will continue to be magical and fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-2681459575278770710?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/2681459575278770710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=2681459575278770710' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2681459575278770710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2681459575278770710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-good-party.html' title='I love a good party'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/TCoPRK8fwbI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ipc72wQ2K1A/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3558916741447887932</id><published>2010-03-03T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:22:25.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they call it puppy love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S459WP1bi_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/a3qnDCNpGro/s1600-h/100_2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S459WP1bi_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/a3qnDCNpGro/s320/100_2699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444426820698737650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face...How can you NOT be in love? He's fun, super sweet, tenacious, and does the funniest things. We are obsessed. Can you tell?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-3558916741447887932?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3558916741447887932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3558916741447887932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3558916741447887932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3558916741447887932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-they-call-it-puppy-love.html' title='And they call it puppy love'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S459WP1bi_I/AAAAAAAAAMg/a3qnDCNpGro/s72-c/100_2699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3417069055687034615</id><published>2010-02-19T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T13:35:40.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Family Member</title><content type='html'>Meet Winston:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37YpDhy4YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YL9YmlwK5X8/s1600-h/100_2685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37YpDhy4YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YL9YmlwK5X8/s320/100_2685.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023599743426946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37YoSHSKQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WrLLKu2RIT4/s1600-h/100_2686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37YoSHSKQI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WrLLKu2RIT4/s320/100_2686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023586478893314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37YnptI8QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NJi8Dv0xMH0/s1600-h/100_2687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37YnptI8QI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NJi8Dv0xMH0/s320/100_2687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023575631819010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We HEART Winston! We picked him up at 4:30 this morning and are elated to welcome him into our family. We picked the name Winston because we hope he is as smart and courageous as Winston Churchill, who was often described as being like a bulldog during WWII. Why? Well, let me just leave you with a quote from him: "The nose of the Bulldog has been slanted backwards so that he can breathe without letting go”----that coupled with "Never, never, never give up" pretty much sums up the "bulldog" personality. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37U3e8MlUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8xGfVU9axks/s1600-h/postvalentinepups+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37U3e8MlUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/8xGfVU9axks/s320/postvalentinepups+081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440019449573578050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-3417069055687034615?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3417069055687034615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3417069055687034615' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3417069055687034615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3417069055687034615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-family-member.html' title='New Family Member'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/S37YpDhy4YI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/YL9YmlwK5X8/s72-c/100_2685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-5585937453013378087</id><published>2009-12-06T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T06:21:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Report</title><content type='html'>The title suggests I do this often...psh...I'm obviously a terrible blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I screwed up on my no sugar. Dang it. I'm not good at stickin' to things, am I? I did really good throughout the week and then decided that peppermint ice cream would make my sore throat feel better, and since i was at it, a cookie or two might be good with it. And then I made cinnamon rolls...&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you about these cinnamon rolls? Yum. Visit http://www.thepionnerwoman.com for the recipe. The maple frosting is delish. I also tried the homemade chex mix and will never get store bought mix again.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A SEWING MACHINE! Heather from my ward just GAVE it to me. Now I've got to figure out how to use it...and use it, I will! I already have plans for a scarf making day. I'm going to make the crap out of scarves (haha! If you're an Office fan, you'll recall women's appreciation day, where Michael declared "I know the crap out of women!")&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough for now. &lt;br /&gt;XO&lt;br /&gt;Claire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-5585937453013378087?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/5585937453013378087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=5585937453013378087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5585937453013378087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5585937453013378087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/12/weekend-report.html' title='Weekend Report'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-7811932294702173967</id><published>2009-12-01T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:07:05.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Kidding...</title><content type='html'>about going private. i don't want a private blog. silly me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-7811932294702173967?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/7811932294702173967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=7811932294702173967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7811932294702173967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7811932294702173967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-kidding.html' title='Just Kidding...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-8019646479874281156</id><published>2009-11-25T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:02:11.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Listen, is it just me, or has Thanksgiving become one of those fly by, last minute, get-it-over-with-so-we-can-celebrate-the-big-holiday holidays? SAD! I love Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just take a moment to express my deepest gratitude to be living in this country founded by men who had a desire for something better and the fortitude to make it happen. Because of them,  we to live in a place where we can worship how, where, and what we may.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm am extremely grateful for those people who put their lives on the line to protect those freedoms and inalienable rights that we sometimes take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America!&lt;br /&gt;And now I will stuff myself until I have reached food coma status...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-8019646479874281156?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/8019646479874281156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=8019646479874281156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8019646479874281156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8019646479874281156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-6649268194637681860</id><published>2009-11-17T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:37:14.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I said I would post pictures, but I can't find my camera! Bummer! I guess I have my video camera that takes still shots, but I have never been able to figure out how to take unblurry indoor shots with it. Maybe this is why I don't have a nice digital yet? Yeah, maybe...&lt;div&gt;The house looks great! My mother, with her magic hands, came for a weekend and we knocked it out of the park, for the most part. I still have a few rooms to paint, one, a bathroom, which I will be doing sometime this week. The other is our bedroom (why did anyone think that baby-poo brown would be a good idea?), but I'm going to take my sweet time getting it done, because, well...i'm very sick of painting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We like living here. Kearney is a nice little town, and you can't beat the 3 minute commute to work. Adam comes home every day for lunch. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It snowed last night. I woke up to a beautiful sight, but I know that in about a month I will be cursing the snow and wishing I lived in California, or something. The first snow is always sort of magical, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby was a bluebird for Halloween. I made her costume myself. I've been obsessed with looking at craft blogs lately, and wishing I had a sewing machine, but they inspired me to go out on a limb and make the costume. I think I did a decent job. She had 3 yards of blue tulle over black tights, a black leotard, and black boots. I made her mask, too. She felt fabulous! The only downfall was that they did a costume contest at the church trunk or treat, and she did not win. She felt utterly dejected and said, "They don't think I'm beautiful!" That broke my heart. Stupid contests!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend, Ruby and I went to Omaha to stay with my grandma while my parents went to Cali for my nephew's baptism. I was nervous, mainly because I was going to have a 4 year old with me and Grandma Rose is not in great shape. It was actually fun, though. She is a funny, slightly sarcastic, and sweet lady, and it was nice to get to know her a little better. ANYWAY, the story I was going to tell happened on the way to Omaha. Ruby wanted me to sing her some songs. I sang for an hour and a half. I ran out of material, but she wanted me to keep going, so I said, "Ruby, do you want me to sing you the song I sang to Dad when we got married?" She did, so I sang "Come Away With Me" by Norah Jones, and then asked her if she liked it. She said, "Oh (sigh) yes! It makes me want to fall in love with you guys." WHAT?! So cute, right? This kid never runs out of material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well with all of you! I promise I will find a way to post pictures soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-6649268194637681860?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/6649268194637681860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=6649268194637681860' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6649268194637681860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6649268194637681860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-832753031174258415</id><published>2009-10-26T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:28:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TBP (to be posted)</title><content type='html'>WE. ARE. IN. OUR. NEW. HOUSE!  Yes, folks, after MONTHS of waiting (I still have yet to determine why it was called a short sale), we are moved in...well, kind of. We still have to unpack everything, but at least the wait is over. Adam gets more time at home, I can go to the store anytime I want/need, and Ruby will have little friends to play with. Life is good.&lt;div&gt;I will post pictures as soon as everything is looking good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-832753031174258415?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/832753031174258415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=832753031174258415' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/832753031174258415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/832753031174258415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/10/tbp-to-be-posted.html' title='TBP (to be posted)'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-5841488304249983407</id><published>2009-09-07T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:56:03.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privacy</title><content type='html'>We're going private with the blog soon. Send me your emails if you want to be added!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-5841488304249983407?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/5841488304249983407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=5841488304249983407' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5841488304249983407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5841488304249983407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/09/privacy.html' title='Privacy'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-7577916170755005144</id><published>2009-08-05T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:41:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now you may exhale...</title><content type='html'>I know you've all (all 2 of you) been holding your breath for a post. I've been a slacker...well, a slacker with limited access to the internet, so I have a little bit of an excuse. So there's been a lot that's happened over the summer.&lt;div&gt;Big Event #1: Ruby turned 4. We had another Hello Kitty themed party---I guess last year was a big enough hit, it demanded a repeat. My parents along with 3 of my nieces drove up for the big weekend, so along with Xio, Aaron, their kids, the Painters and the Stotts, we had a rockin' good time. Ruby wanted dinner at Red Robin...so we managed it, but I don't think we'll do it again. Ever. Too chaotic. I wanted to just have a regular old birthday at our house, but, oh, that's right, we don't have one yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Event #2: Adam and I celebrated our 5th anniversary. Definitely a momentous ocassion! I love Adam---he  has always been so thoughtful and kind and loving and fun. He makes me feel beautiful and desirable and safe. Thanks for the awesome IPod Touch, Babe! p.s. I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Event #3: We made an offer on a house! After much deliberation as to whether or not to rent or buy, we took the plunge. It's a scary ride. We should hear back pretty soon, so say some prayers and keep your fingers crossed we get it. I need some civilization, people!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pictures of the summer soon...hopefully...but as you may know, it's better you don't hold your breath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-7577916170755005144?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/7577916170755005144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=7577916170755005144' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7577916170755005144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7577916170755005144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-you-may-exhale.html' title='now you may exhale...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-8775871895873062389</id><published>2009-02-19T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:27:33.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gregarious to the Maximus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ruby modeling her new dress from Aunt Sarah (we're at a restaurant):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1dfUiThKI/AAAAAAAAALg/4t3uBl36Oh8/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1dfUiThKI/AAAAAAAAALg/4t3uBl36Oh8/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304498728782234786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Ruby's Ribbon Dance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crhYEX8I/AAAAAAAAALY/T0-Qak2CddI/s1600-h/IMG_1142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crhYEX8I/AAAAAAAAALY/T0-Qak2CddI/s320/IMG_1142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304497838875762626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crtd7AII/AAAAAAAAALQ/rI-d5blIV6E/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crtd7AII/AAAAAAAAALQ/rI-d5blIV6E/s320/IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304497842121539714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crSpb7tI/AAAAAAAAALI/g7M9EABRCzs/s1600-h/IMG_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crSpb7tI/AAAAAAAAALI/g7M9EABRCzs/s320/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304497834922077906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crO-kvUI/AAAAAAAAALA/-nW0L3Q4lm4/s1600-h/IMG_1133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1crO-kvUI/AAAAAAAAALA/-nW0L3Q4lm4/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304497833936993602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby is quite the little social butterfly. She LOVES to talk. We went to my  mother's ward this past Sunday, and when I picked Ruby up from her Sumbeams class, all of the teachers and adults that were in Primary could not stop telling me how adorable she was. I was thinking, "Wow, these people are so nice in this ward!" Come to find out that Ruby was very much putting herself in the center of attention. (which is a little weird, because she's usually just a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reserved in a new place) They sang to her because she was a visitor, and she LOVED going to the front of the room for it---she marched right up there and announced to everyone that she was Ruby Catherine Freestone. She loved it so much, that when they asked if anyone knew of any birthdays coming up, she did not even raise her hand---she just marched up the the front of the room to tell everyone that Pop-pop's birthday is coming soon, and according to one adult, could not stop talking about it. (just to give you an idea, I think there were about 50 kids and 6-10 adults in the room. something like that) Where does she get this from? (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ok, ok, I have HEARD that maybe I was a little bit like that when I was little...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby also loves to have people watch her "show". She will sing and dance for anyone that wants to watch, and REQUIRES applause when she's finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-8775871895873062389?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/8775871895873062389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=8775871895873062389' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8775871895873062389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8775871895873062389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/02/gregarious-to-maximus.html' title='Gregarious to the Maximus'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZ1dfUiThKI/AAAAAAAAALg/4t3uBl36Oh8/s72-c/IMG_1121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-7832039877305584944</id><published>2009-02-18T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:45:45.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diva Glam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYxvbh9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zxvCqkbusyo/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYxvbh9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zxvCqkbusyo/s320/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304163265316358098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYuxMVUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EaQP3iugmOI/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYuxMVUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/EaQP3iugmOI/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304163264518444354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYfnmE3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/E3Kw23FafF0/s1600-h/IMG_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYfnmE3I/AAAAAAAAAKg/E3Kw23FafF0/s320/IMG_1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304163260451656562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYCDjnZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SP0WlbkTjkA/s1600-h/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYCDjnZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/SP0WlbkTjkA/s320/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304163252515872146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsX7a3LrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LJ9LMox-Un8/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsX7a3LrI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/LJ9LMox-Un8/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304163250734575282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby loves her some makeup...and anything fabulous, for that matter. So thank you, Aunt Sarah, for glamming her up with your wonderful presents...no really...thank you...(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;ust want you to know that payback will be coming your way at any given moment in the form of a gift for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Betty&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div&gt;Now, the funny thing about Miss Thing and makeup is that once it's on her face, she's VERY aware of it. She doesn't &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite &lt;/span&gt;get the concept of reapplication, so that means she keeps her lips very still, so as not to mess it up. AND she will ask me (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;no joke&lt;/span&gt;) every 3-5 minutes if her makeup is still on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d3682fb974ebb953" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3682fb974ebb953%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331458854%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84C946035CA3EBEA8907028825393F6C72657D56.3670832190995C1239BCDF1BAB4F7781CB2BFB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3682fb974ebb953%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMOsbZ0vd_ws6R5o2XmAsYdEfXw0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3682fb974ebb953%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331458854%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84C946035CA3EBEA8907028825393F6C72657D56.3670832190995C1239BCDF1BAB4F7781CB2BFB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3682fb974ebb953%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMOsbZ0vd_ws6R5o2XmAsYdEfXw0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you notice her lips? My daughter normally has very good speech---wonderful annunciation, etc.---I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-7832039877305584944?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/7832039877305584944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=7832039877305584944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7832039877305584944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7832039877305584944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/02/diva-glam.html' title='Diva Glam'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SZwsYxvbh9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/zxvCqkbusyo/s72-c/IMG_1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-18816172621584069</id><published>2009-01-16T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:06:51.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*exhale*</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in awhile, but I had nothing to really post and I've been anxiously awaiting good news about a job, which &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we finally have!!!!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Here's the truth: We had 2 job possibilities. One started out as a sure thing, but we had another interview with National Beef, so we held of on accepting the first because the National Beef job would have enabled Adam to use his major...which, for those of you who don't know, is Chinese. Well, National Beef didn't quite have it together, and, long story short, finally got their act together a month after they said they were going to interview us---only to interview us (why do I keep using the plural? Adam is the one getting job here...), and decide they didn't actually want to hire for that position &lt;strong&gt;yet. &lt;/strong&gt;In the interum, the job that was a sure thing got kind of sick of waiting, so opened the position up to the public, which made it an unsure thing. Cool As A Cucumber Adam was not worried, but being the one to pay the bills and realizing some things were going to be late, I worried a little. Oh Me of little faith! Of course Adam was going to get the job! We are set---Adam starts Monday, and we will finally have an income. &lt;strong&gt;I can breathe again!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say thanks to all of you who had us in your thoughts and prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-18816172621584069?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/18816172621584069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=18816172621584069' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/18816172621584069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/18816172621584069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh.html' title='*exhale*'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4854267384877338488</id><published>2008-12-31T08:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:30:34.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so remember how I was on the sweet strike? Well...I had a minor set back...Holidays are hard, people! I did well to not eat anything ON Christmas, but then relapsed. I've had a few things, but that's ok. I'm starting again New Year's Day. A little frustrating, though, because I did go an entire month without...and lost 9.5 pounds...and now I've gained 2 pounds back. GRRRRRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;I have a pretty sweet setup here out in the middle of nowhere. A nice 2 bedroom home---it's quiet here, not many distractions, my in-laws are just up the drive, and they have an ENTIRE home gym (I'm talking 24Hour Fitness equipment, here!)---so I think this will be good for awhile. I am determined to not be a chubby bunny the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4854267384877338488?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4854267384877338488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4854267384877338488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4854267384877338488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4854267384877338488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/12/shoot.html' title='Shoot!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-2533830375026289637</id><published>2008-12-22T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:02:16.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't you know that 2=4?</title><content type='html'>Here's a little advice: NEVER move in the winter time. If you absolutely &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to, let some moving company drive it to your new location. We left Friday, later than we wanted (10am) because we were &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to have a phone interview (more on that later. didn't have it---have to reschedule), it was snowing like crazy, and Adam's windshield wiper wasn't working, so by the time we got to a place in Salt Lake City to stop, he was peering out the passenger side so as not to kill us. We had to wait for an hour for someone from Penske to come replace the windshield wipers. We got back on the road at about 12:30, could only drive about 30 mph, so we stopped in Rock Springs, WY for the night. We felt good in the morning---ready to start the rest of the trip. Adam went to warm up the truck &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and it wouldn't start!&lt;/span&gt; So, we had to wait an hour for Penske to come fix the problem and then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;another hour &lt;/span&gt;for them to recharge the battery. We didn't get on the road until 11, or so (waaaaay behind schedule). I hate Wyoming. Why would anyone want to live there? Anyway, Wyoming is famous for their white-outs. Have you ever experienced one? Not fun. At all. We had very low visibility, and then all of the sudden, it was completely white and we couldn't see even a foot in front of us. As we passed it, we saw a semi pulled to the side of the road, and then right in front of it, another semi straddling the lane and the shoulder, so we had to swerve to miss hitting it, and then swerve the other way to avoid hitting a car in the left lane. Somehow, we ended up sandwiched between the two lanes---all 36 feet of us---and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somehow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; our truck stopped gently on a dime. So, we didn't get very far...Sydney, NE...stayed the night, and FINALLY arrived in Omaha on Sunday evening. We were so exhausted, we stayed 2 nights with my parents instead of one. What should have been a 2 day trip turned into 4. 2=4.&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, we lived (obviously), and no harm came upon us. We know it is because so many people were praying for our safety, so THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-2533830375026289637?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/2533830375026289637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=2533830375026289637' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2533830375026289637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2533830375026289637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/12/didnt-you-know-that-24.html' title='Didn&apos;t you know that 2=4?'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-6379813704707581574</id><published>2008-12-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:41:33.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>This post is to my beautiful mother!!! Today is her 40th birthday (hahaha, yeah, and I'd be killed if I told you her real age. Besides, she looks so young, it's believable, right?), and I am so grateful for her. She is brilliant---so brilliant in intelligence and personality, that even strangers flock to her like magpies to something shiny.( Speaking of magpies, she calls herself one, and I want her to know I am grateful that she is so stylish and passed down the love of shiny and big jewelry to me! ) I'm grateful for her love of learning and reading, because I think that it's taught me to really accept others for their differences and embrace truth and good wherever I find it. She is a fun-loving and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; person. We're as young as we feel, right? She's not an immature young, but she can hang with the young crowd (she has a group of friends in Omaha that are just slightly older than me!). My mother is also a wonderful Yaya! Ruby loves her so much and we're grateful that she feels she can do anything when she's with her Yaya!&lt;div&gt;Thank you, mother, for all the wonderful things you have done for me and taught me. You are my best friend! I love you! I am sooooooo excited to live close to you again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-6379813704707581574?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/6379813704707581574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=6379813704707581574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6379813704707581574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6379813704707581574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3557685141689606089</id><published>2008-12-09T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:19:11.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KASS!</title><content type='html'>Ok, and Kass? I don't have your email address, so if you could give me that, then we could for sure be blog buddies.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-3557685141689606089?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3557685141689606089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3557685141689606089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3557685141689606089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3557685141689606089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/12/kass.html' title='KASS!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3231610078245515829</id><published>2008-12-09T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:17:27.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! KERI!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Keri Longmore, this is a post especially for you. I can't get into your blog, which means you must not have added my email address. To answer your question, we are moving &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next &lt;/span&gt;Friday. It would be awesome if we got to see you guys! We miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-3231610078245515829?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3231610078245515829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3231610078245515829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3231610078245515829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3231610078245515829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-keri.html' title='HEY! KERI!!!!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3338414591435107843</id><published>2008-12-07T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:16:22.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke the bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;img class="thumb" alt="Stock Photography - close-up of a  broken piggy bank  with coins. fotosearch  - search stock  photos, pictures,  images, and photo  clipart" title="Close-up of a broken piggy bank with coins View Large Photo Image" src="http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/IGS/IGS034/close-up-broken-piggy_~AX007-040.jpg" border="0" onclick="bigcomp('IGS/IGS034/AX007-040.jpg');" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor little Ruby is having to bear the weight of poverty on her shoulders. Ok, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I forget how closely she listens to me. Not that I publicize to the world how broke we are (except that I'm doing it now? hahahaha), but we're very near the end of the semester, and we're making a big move, so we're trying to spend as little as possible, which isn't hard, considering...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, lately, whenever she wants something at the store, I have had to explain to her that we can't buy it right now "because mommy and daddy don't have any money." Poor thing. Well, the other day, I told Ruby that we were going to go into Nordstrom to pick up my check, and while I was getting ready, she comes into my room with a handful of coins and says, "Well, we don't have any money. BUT, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have some for shopping. Maybe I could get a cookie." (ps Nordstrom has these really huge and delicious sugar cookies that she gets occasionally) She had broken into her piggy bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She really thought that one out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-3338414591435107843?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3338414591435107843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3338414591435107843' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3338414591435107843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3338414591435107843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/12/broke-bank.html' title='Broke the bank'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-7906339759945761904</id><published>2008-12-04T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T11:20:23.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since the sweet strike started. I have lost 5 pounds, and I do not crave sweets AT ALL anymore. Seriously, it's amazing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're getting ready for our move. I hate packing, but I am so excited to move back to Kansas City, so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;bring it on! &lt;/span&gt;Between packing, finals, working at Nordstrom, and Adam's job at school, it's going to be a tough couple of weeks, but what gets me through is the thought that after it all, I will be relaxing out in the country on beautiful land surrounded by family. Ahhhhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a few job opportunities that have arrived, so please keep us in your thoughts and prayers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AND...&lt;/span&gt;I just have to brag on my husband for a minute. He has to take a bunch of Chinese proficiency tests for his major---they're national tests, and they have to take them so that BYU knows what they need to improve in the Chinese Department. Anyway, he found out that he scored Advanced High (just BARELY missed the Superior mark) on his speaking test. He'll be getting a certificate for it soon. We don't know the other scores yet, but I have no doubt he did well. He's so smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-7906339759945761904?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/7906339759945761904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=7906339759945761904' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7906339759945761904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7906339759945761904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-almost-month-since-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-5495510086983053204</id><published>2008-11-29T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:26:00.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*YAWN*</title><content type='html'>I am sooooo tired! This week has been a crazy one---I got sick, had to make an entire Thanksgiving feast (which took 3 days of prep-time), and I've been working at Nordstrom. My feet hurt, my back hurts, my throat hurts, my eyes hurt, my arms hurt (from playing the Wii), and all I really want to do is sit back and relax for five minutes. I'm hoping I don't have to go in today...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving dinner was fabulous---I was surprised everything turned out so well. The turkey was perfect and so was the company. I'm not so sure I'll ever do the WHOLE meal again, though. Way too much work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been doing well on the Sugar Strike. Still going strong. I had 3 bites of pie on Thanksgiving, and felt sick afterwards, so I think that's a good sign...right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-5495510086983053204?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/5495510086983053204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=5495510086983053204' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5495510086983053204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5495510086983053204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/yawn.html' title='*YAWN*'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-8593036590112692239</id><published>2008-11-24T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:47:21.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT!</title><content type='html'>I made it through week one of my sugar strike. It was surprisingly easy this time. I just made sure I had fruit on handy, and I was good to go. Week two might be slightly harder with Thanksgiving being Thursday...I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-8593036590112692239?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/8593036590112692239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=8593036590112692239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8593036590112692239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8593036590112692239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-5138441822163274976</id><published>2008-11-22T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:39:39.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hate Me, But...</title><content type='html'> I didn't like Twilight. Like, at all...&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know! I know! I really hate saying it, because I really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt; to like it. It's just that the more I think about it, the more I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;dislike&lt;/span&gt; it. I didn't feel that deep connection between the main characters. I feel like whoever wrote the screenplay focused on all the wrong things. I thought Edward looked good, BUT I didn't like his acting style &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; at the beginning--some things were just too cheesy. I almost got killed in the theater for laughing out loud on a few parts. Oops! Oh well! I still love the books. Like, really love them. Maybe I'll reread them now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-5138441822163274976?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/5138441822163274976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=5138441822163274976' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5138441822163274976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5138441822163274976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-hate-me-but.html' title='Don&apos;t Hate Me, But...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3899986915893259581</id><published>2008-11-21T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:23:38.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Cupcake!</title><content type='html'>                                    &lt;img src="http://i.walmartimages.com/i/p/97/80/61/88/29/9780618829255_150X150.jpg" width="150" height="150" border="0" alt="Hello, Cupcake!" onclick="trackProductZoom(this,s_products,'Image')" /&gt;          &lt;div&gt; I got the coolest book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;! I have a feeling it will turn me into a cupcake goddess. Here's one of my favorite ideas for April Fool's Day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2195/2418976997_00c10c092e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't they amazing? I will make these soon...You should check out the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-3899986915893259581?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3899986915893259581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3899986915893259581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3899986915893259581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3899986915893259581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-cupcake.html' title='Hello, Cupcake!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2195/2418976997_00c10c092e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3567276240469126326</id><published>2008-11-20T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:25:33.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!</title><content type='html'>My friend, Chelsea, called me Tuesday night to see if I would go see Mama Mia! with her at the $1.50 theater. I've never had a desire to see it, but the thought of just going to a movie sounded nice.&lt;div&gt;WOW! I honestly think that it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the worst &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most confusing&lt;/span&gt; movie I have ever seen!!! I'm glad Tuesdays are 1/2 off night, because I honestly think $1.50 would be paying too much. I'm glad I went with Chelsea, too, because I didn't feel bad for making fun of it, and she and I had a good laugh. A really good laugh. Especially when Pierce Brosnan was singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, Chelsea! You made my night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6878631940854452350-3567276240469126326?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3567276240469126326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3567276240469126326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3567276240469126326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3567276240469126326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4170291711342234223</id><published>2008-11-19T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:00:04.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barebunned Contessa</title><content type='html'>My husband is, I admit, a little weird. He comes up with new titles for the Food Network shows. Instead of Everyday Italian, he calls it Everyday Cleavage, because Giada is always showing hers off. Instead of Barefoot Contessa, he calls it Barebunned Contessa, and I have no idea the reason behind that one. Anyway, I'm not the biggest fan of Ina Garten's show, but her cookbook called The Barefoot Contessa Cookbook is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;(Thanks again, Paul, for the awesome Christmas gift---I have used it often throughout the year!) &lt;/span&gt; If you're a hummus fan, here's the easiest and tastiest recipe:&lt;div&gt;makes 2 cups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups canned chickpeas, drained, liquid reserved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 tsp kosher salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 garlic cloves, minced (I like &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lots &lt;/span&gt;of garlic, so I usually use 5 or 6!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 cup tahini (sesame paste)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 Tbsp freshly squeezed lemon juice (2 lemons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Tbsp water or liquid from the chickpeas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 dashes Tabasco sauce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Place all the ingredients in the bowl of a food processor fitted with a steel blade and process until the hummus is coarsely pureed. Taste for seasoning and served chilled or at room temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. I'm sure a blender would do the trick if you do not have a food processor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy! OH! and if you want to make your own pita chips, just brush olive oil onto pitas, cut into wedges, sprinkle with cayenne pepper and back on a baking sheet at 375 degrees for 15 minutes, or so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4170291711342234223?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4170291711342234223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4170291711342234223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4170291711342234223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4170291711342234223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/barebunned-contessa.html' title='Barebunned Contessa'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-9082600085192465225</id><published>2008-11-17T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:09:54.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day ONE</title><content type='html'>Ok, my siblings and I made a pledge to give something up for 6 months to support my Dad (long story...). I am giving up sweets for 6 months, with the exception of a piece of pie on thanksgiving and christmas, if I feel so inclined. So here's to day one! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-9082600085192465225?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/9082600085192465225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=9082600085192465225' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/9082600085192465225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/9082600085192465225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-one.html' title='Day ONE'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-6141641397667687361</id><published>2008-11-15T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:00:59.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Place Like Home</title><content type='html'>Adam and I have made a very important decision: We are going to move back to Kansas City. The circumstances in which this decision had to be made are not quite ideal, but we are very excited to move "home".  Adam had a job offer for a company in China, but they are no longer able to offer him the position due to the economic situation---this seems to be the case everywhere. Although he has no job &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt;, we are hopeful that he will find something, and in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interim&lt;/span&gt; we will be surrounded by people we love. Can't beat that! &lt;div&gt;Kansas City, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-6141641397667687361?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/6141641397667687361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=6141641397667687361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6141641397667687361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6141641397667687361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-place-like-home.html' title='No Place Like Home'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-3529713636633855442</id><published>2008-11-06T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:51:05.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Ruby?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSX1lV4bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HszmNJO3PvY/s1600-h/PIC_0965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSX1lV4bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HszmNJO3PvY/s320/PIC_0965.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572590056235442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSXk2TzII/AAAAAAAAAJo/uLDW4TDWFyE/s1600-h/PIC_0964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSXk2TzII/AAAAAAAAAJo/uLDW4TDWFyE/s320/PIC_0964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572585563999362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSXRgCnrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MBZeXLqd0L0/s1600-h/PIC_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSXRgCnrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/MBZeXLqd0L0/s320/PIC_0954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572580370325170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSXIw-i7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/UKqozspwhDE/s1600-h/PIC_0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSXIw-i7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/UKqozspwhDE/s320/PIC_0949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265572578025442226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always check on Ruby before I call it a night, and this is how I found her. Hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-3529713636633855442?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/3529713636633855442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=3529713636633855442' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3529713636633855442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/3529713636633855442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheres-ruby.html' title='Where&apos;s Ruby?'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SRMSX1lV4bI/AAAAAAAAAJw/HszmNJO3PvY/s72-c/PIC_0965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-6347134596209775572</id><published>2008-11-01T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:14:31.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood and Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQwBxldp36I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rtjjGcRG9c8/s1600-h/PIC_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQwBxldp36I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rtjjGcRG9c8/s320/PIC_0944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263584015870975906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQwBxYp5fZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8ECq-JYNpBE/s1600-h/PIC_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQwBxYp5fZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8ECq-JYNpBE/s320/PIC_0941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263584012432670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a few friends over tonight, so I tried to get into the Halloween spirit---I made blood red hot chocolate and homemade marshmallow bones. mmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-6347134596209775572?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/6347134596209775572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=6347134596209775572' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6347134596209775572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6347134596209775572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/11/blood-and-bones.html' title='Blood and Bones'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQwBxldp36I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/rtjjGcRG9c8/s72-c/PIC_0944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-2867507464387106562</id><published>2008-10-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:58:19.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatchu gon' do wit all dat junk...</title><content type='html'>...all dat junk inside yo' trunk? (come on, you've gotta love the Black Eyed Peas! good beats to run to!) Speaking of running, I was remembering when I used to be skinny, and it may have been because I would run 2-3 miles just about EVERYDAY! I'm starting to run again, and I'm not quite sure what to do with all the junk in my trunk while I run---I hate the jiggly feeling. &lt;div&gt;What? What diet? Oh yeah, I was supposed to be on some kind of calorie counting/goal reaching diet, huh? hmmm...well I'm getting serious about it starting...NOW. Really! Fine, don't believe me, but the running is helping to convince me that I need to eat better too, so as to reduce the jiggle factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-2867507464387106562?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/2867507464387106562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=2867507464387106562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2867507464387106562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2867507464387106562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatchu-gon-do-wit-all-dat-junk.html' title='Whatchu gon&apos; do wit all dat junk...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4668813912373875362</id><published>2008-10-29T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:51:56.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Good Measure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL6cms1bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BhGXOUt7gfE/s1600-h/PIC_0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL6cms1bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BhGXOUt7gfE/s320/PIC_0929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680369553790386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5_jr6gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p-wZKLJ4OuA/s1600-h/PIC_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5_jr6gI/AAAAAAAAAIM/p-wZKLJ4OuA/s320/PIC_0918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680361756518914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5ksY_BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NPDplQYGGZQ/s1600-h/PIC_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5ksY_BI/AAAAAAAAAIE/NPDplQYGGZQ/s320/PIC_0876.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680354545269778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5Qv0wRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n2MqdJyQGW0/s1600-h/PIC_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5Qv0wRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/n2MqdJyQGW0/s320/PIC_0925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680349190963474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5Ha0r9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/evnhC4gdXhI/s1600-h/PIC_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL5Ha0r9I/AAAAAAAAAH0/evnhC4gdXhI/s320/PIC_0831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262680346686959570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjKmyTvAqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZQVTu4SEhr0/s1600-h/PIC_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjKmyTvAqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZQVTu4SEhr0/s320/PIC_0941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678932270809762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjKmiCmMUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Vw_MkBYpIUI/s1600-h/PIC_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjKmiCmMUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Vw_MkBYpIUI/s320/PIC_0939.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262678927903961410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more pictures, I promise. We took Regan with us to this place where we took all the pictures---she had fun, or so she said, but you'd never be able to tell by the pictures! As soon as the camera was on her, she frowned. Ruby absolutely adores Regan, and they could actually pass for sisters (by the way they look &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;treat each other!). In fact, people always tell me what cute girls I have, and I never correct them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4668813912373875362?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4668813912373875362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4668813912373875362' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4668813912373875362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4668813912373875362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-good-measure.html' title='For Good Measure'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQjL6cms1bI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BhGXOUt7gfE/s72-c/PIC_0929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-7293361000980441599</id><published>2008-10-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:00:30.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEE-witching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcaS3CWcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8uymogxZI0M/s1600-h/PIC_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcaS3CWcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8uymogxZI0M/s320/PIC_0857.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417033903102402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcaaHE_nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ai592LyRtHk/s1600-h/PIC_0842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcaaHE_nI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ai592LyRtHk/s320/PIC_0842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417035849432690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcaDuqyAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/guWcLs-HhSk/s1600-h/PIC_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcaDuqyAI/AAAAAAAAAHM/guWcLs-HhSk/s320/PIC_0840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417029841471490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcZVkft6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-r3G-wieuJY/s1600-h/PIC_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcZVkft6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/-r3G-wieuJY/s320/PIC_0825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417017450772386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcYzcUSrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8U1RuYjBo0I/s1600-h/PIC_0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcYzcUSrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/8U1RuYjBo0I/s320/PIC_0823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417008289663666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbrcrNTKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sJdnKZgxPDQ/s1600-h/PIC_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbrcrNTKI/AAAAAAAAAG0/sJdnKZgxPDQ/s320/PIC_0822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416229083991202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbrCt2EmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QoZ3YdDQguk/s1600-h/PIC_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbrCt2EmI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QoZ3YdDQguk/s320/PIC_0821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416222115730018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbqzSxRUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HAQZsEd_rrc/s1600-h/PIC_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbqzSxRUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HAQZsEd_rrc/s320/PIC_0789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416217975637314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbqkAM0XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VwbfOotoaIo/s1600-h/PIC_0787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbqkAM0XI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VwbfOotoaIo/s320/PIC_0787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416213871219058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbqe4M3cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XRTFG5YFVMs/s1600-h/PIC_0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfbqe4M3cI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XRTFG5YFVMs/s320/PIC_0781.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262416212495490498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't my little girl the cutest? And i didn't even have to give her pointers on how to pose. She's a natural. Maybe it's just because she knows she's the cutest bee on the block!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I thought I rotated those darn pictures! Oh well, you're just going to have to rotate your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-7293361000980441599?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/7293361000980441599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=7293361000980441599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7293361000980441599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7293361000980441599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/bee-witching.html' title='BEE-witching'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQfcaS3CWcI/AAAAAAAAAHc/8uymogxZI0M/s72-c/PIC_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-5059855213078094509</id><published>2008-10-27T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T13:31:20.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want That! (picture the wife that Uncle Rico is trying to sell nylon polymer tupperwear to)</title><content type='html'>There are 2 things that I really wish I had: &lt;div&gt;1) A new camera. And not just any camera--I want the professional and totally awesome Nikon &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D90. What? Is $1,000 too much? &lt;img id="swapTarget" src="http://nikonusa.com/Assets/Digital-SLR/25446-Nikon-D90/Views/353_25446_D90_front.jpg" alt="D90 25446" style="opacity: 1; " /&gt;       Yeah, so it's pricey, but I have a desire to get into photography and you can't beat a Nikon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) A sewing machine. And this time I'm not going to be picky about what kind. Singers are good, right? I think I could make some pretty awesome things with a sewing machine, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically what I'm trying to say here, is that i need to develop some new talents/hobbies. Maybe I'm bored? Nah, not bored, just catching a creative bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-5059855213078094509?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/5059855213078094509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=5059855213078094509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5059855213078094509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/5059855213078094509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-that-picture-wife-that-uncle.html' title='I Want That! (picture the wife that Uncle Rico is trying to sell nylon polymer tupperwear to)'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4678307925562241339</id><published>2008-10-25T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:24:42.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree Huggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf69bPe0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J-Oeu3My-is/s1600-h/PIC_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf69bPe0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J-Oeu3My-is/s320/PIC_0761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209787387411266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf6ahYjfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RxipkHFZmwY/s1600-h/PIC_0767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf6ahYjfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/RxipkHFZmwY/s320/PIC_0767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209778017930738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf59HlwTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QO0nStf9F3s/s1600-h/PIC_0760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf59HlwTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QO0nStf9F3s/s320/PIC_0760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209770125115698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf52VS5BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5d7nFb36OWw/s1600-h/PIC_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf52VS5BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/5d7nFb36OWw/s320/PIC_0759.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209768303551506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf5M4KHcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/53GBKeJtp8I/s1600-h/PIC_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf5M4KHcI/AAAAAAAAAFs/53GBKeJtp8I/s320/PIC_0757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262209757175487938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I guess we're not necessarily tree huggers, but we do love us a hike! We went to South Fork on Friday, and Ruby was so excited, she was NON-STOP with the talking on the drive up. We had a great time and will miss this part of Utah. Enjoy the pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4678307925562241339?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4678307925562241339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4678307925562241339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4678307925562241339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4678307925562241339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/tree-huggers.html' title='Tree Huggers'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQcf69bPe0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/J-Oeu3My-is/s72-c/PIC_0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-6086702798063911790</id><published>2008-10-20T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:20:32.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged...whoa, and TWICE!</title><content type='html'>Eight TV shows I like to watch:&lt;div&gt;1.) The Office&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Iron Chef America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Good Eats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) King of Queens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) So you think you can dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Gilmore Girls (yeah, I know it's weird)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Arrested Development&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Seinfeld&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight things that happened yesterday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(maybe I should pick another day to do this, b/c yesterday was sunday...oh well!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Went to church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Went to choir practice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Cleaned my kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Ate leftover curry so I didn't have to cook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Took a REALLY long nap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Went crazy with Ruby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Spoke Ruby's new language (something she made up--I just went along with it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Watched Iron Chef America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight Favorite Places to Eat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Malay Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Gorrazo's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Bombay House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Sam Hawk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Swagat (in KC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Cuppini's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Yogurtland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Happy Sumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight things I am looking forward to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Getting a job&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Longer Hair (Katy, I stole that one from you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Getting pregnant again---ok maybe not the PREGNANT part, but having another baby would be nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Ruby's Dance recital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Seeing Erica during Thanksgiving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eight people I have tagged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Britney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Karlene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Christine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Keri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where we met: Youth Conference, right before senior year. Seriously was a miracle because I hated going to church activities, but my mother forced me to go that year because she had to go as a chaperone. Adam hated going to these things, too (which is why we never met before), but was asked to be on the Youth Committee. Really, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; try going to youth activities in Missouri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long we dated before we got hitched: Ok, well high school was only 6 months. I really broke up with him thinking I would never see him again...but I did...when he got home from his mission. I think we officially dated for about 6 months before we got married? Something like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long we have been married: 4 1/2 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's my favorite feature about him: oooh! I love his jaw line! And his eyes! And there's this scar on the left side of his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's my favorite quality about him: He is very good at making me laugh! And I love the way he'll debate with me over the dumbest things. He's also very easy to talk to, and VERY forgiving, which is so nice. He never gets mad and is always the first one to apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's his nickname for me: Usually Honey or Babe. Or Bunny, which I hate and he thinks is so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fav color: Green or Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fav food: BBQ ribs. Just mention it, and he'll salivate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fav sport: college football?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who said the L word first?: He did. In high school. He emailed me one day and at the end wrote, " p.s. I love you". He was too nervous to say it out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First kiss, when and where: Shoot, this is one I don't remember. I THINK it was at Krug Park in St. Joseph sometime in August 2000. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav couple thing to do: Go to new restaurants. Watch movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many kids? just the one so far. Hopefully more soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His hidden talent? He is really good at "making us safe". He is methodical about securing the house for the night---puts chairs and couches in front of the door, and things on the stairs so that if we have an intruder, we'll hear him/her! It takes him about 15-20 minutes to do his rounds before we go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His age: 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fav music: He loves lots of alternative. His favorite is Pearl Jam (which is one thing he loved about me in high school---I love Pearl Jam, too!). One thing we do not have in common? Country. He likes it, I HATE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I admire most about him: He never talks bad about anyone. Really. He genuinely loves most everyone, and is really good at making friends with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His fav pastimes: He loves to go hunting and to spend time in nature. Loves to just chill with family. He loves anything that has to do with working out and taking supplements!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will he read this?: I don't know--maybe I'll make him read it. He never checks the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tag everyone that reads my blog if you haven't already done this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-6086702798063911790?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/6086702798063911790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=6086702798063911790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6086702798063911790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/6086702798063911790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggedwhoa-and-twice.html' title='Tagged...whoa, and TWICE!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-9113453419707475963</id><published>2008-10-19T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:59:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Emmy For Best Actress In A Daytime Drama Goes To...</title><content type='html'>drum roll...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUBY FREESTONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For her breakthrough performance in "As The Girl Twirls"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, everyone--Ruby is quite the drama queen lately. Her new line is "for all my life." Example? Well, the other day, Adam was going to 24 Hour Fitness to work out and Ruby really wanted to go. She was sick, though, so Adam kindly explained that she's not allowed in the Kids' Club when she's sick because she'll get the other kids sick, but she didn't care. She wanted---nay, NEEDED---to go and was so distraught that her dreams were not coming true, that she prostrated herself on the ground and cried out, "But I don't want to be sick for ALL MY LIFE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it was amazing. It's been her new line since then, and it gets more elaborate every time. "I've had a hardest day of all my life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never ceases to amaze me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-9113453419707475963?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/9113453419707475963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=9113453419707475963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/9113453419707475963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/9113453419707475963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-emmy-for-best-actress-in-daytime.html' title='And The Emmy For Best Actress In A Daytime Drama Goes To...'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4785947481104148945</id><published>2008-10-15T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:38:55.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn, baby, burn!</title><content type='html'>I made a very yummy Vietnamese beef and noodle salad for dinner last night (seriously, you should make it. visit www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/GRILLED-LEMONGRASS-BEEF-AND-NOODLE-SALAD-10516 for the recipe. and be sure to make the Nuoc Cham from the recipe located in one of the reviews. YUMMY) . For some really DUMB reason, I wasn't paying attention when I was chopping up the serrano peppers---I'm normally very smart and careful so my hands don't burn---and my hands ARE STILL BURNING! It took me a very long time to go to bed last night because it hurt so bad. Today the burning is located only behind my nails, so it isn't so bad...&lt;div&gt;The smart way to de-seed peppers? Chop the very bottom of the pepper off, so that it stands up flat, and, while holding onto the stem, slice top to bottom, making sure to avoid the inside seeds and vein. The dumb way to de-seed peppers? Cut in half and take out the seeds and the vein with your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RUBY UPDATE: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby has started making up stories and words. Her latest story involves Princess Ruby in her stronger castle being attacked by bad guys. They kill her nose and her belly button. Her newest vocabulary word: Pocky. It's an insult, apparently, because she gets upset if anyone calls HER a Pocky, but she can't decide what it means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4785947481104148945?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4785947481104148945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4785947481104148945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4785947481104148945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4785947481104148945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn, baby, burn!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4015328342542073581</id><published>2008-10-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:52:22.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha would be proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9QY2J0tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oYOHJ7mTR2I/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9QY2J0tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oYOHJ7mTR2I/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254501479502959314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9QoBEK6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pod3K0-Y050/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9QoBEK6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/pod3K0-Y050/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254501483575258018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9QzpXaVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EfpZLZSzO8E/s1600-h/DSC00510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9QzpXaVI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EfpZLZSzO8E/s320/DSC00510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254501486697081170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9RbBqi8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2qEkgWZOUcc/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9RbBqi8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/2qEkgWZOUcc/s320/DSC00511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254501497267981250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9RQNrR8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/V3JiZg2MHcg/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9RQNrR8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/V3JiZg2MHcg/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254501494365571010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Halloween. Does that mean I'm morbid? I don't know, but I think it's so fun to decorate for this holiday---so fun that I bought Martha Stewart Living and got ideas for a creepy wreath. I think Martha would be proud. (by the way, I know she's kind of a beast, but I love her magazines!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4015328342542073581?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4015328342542073581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4015328342542073581' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4015328342542073581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4015328342542073581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/martha-would-be-proud.html' title='Martha would be proud'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOu9QY2J0tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/oYOHJ7mTR2I/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-8057524246336833474</id><published>2008-10-05T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:15:47.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal Report and Rewrite</title><content type='html'>I did really well this week. I counted my calories, didn't eat sweets, and though I only worked out 3 times, they were intense workouts and I feel good! And when I say I didn't eat sweets, that means I didn't eat sweets...until today...I ate half of a brownie. Which is why I have decided to revise my goals and say that I am only going to eat sweets one day out of the week and I can't go overboard. I even felt gross after I ate the half brownie, so that's a good sign. I think I'll do better knowing that I CAN have them if I want them at some point during the week. Then I won't splurge. So, let's hope this week is better...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-8057524246336833474?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/8057524246336833474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=8057524246336833474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8057524246336833474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8057524246336833474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/10/goal-report-and-rewrite.html' title='Goal Report and Rewrite'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-7183979513611494715</id><published>2008-09-29T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:14:31.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre"schooled"</title><content type='html'>I decided to just teach "preschool" at home. I bought some workbooks and puzzles and crayons and other things, and  Ruby and I work on them for 30-45 minutes 3 x a week. I got frustrated when trying to teach her how to write A's. She wouldn't pay attention or look at the paper when she wrote, so I gave up, only to find out 4 days later that she was paying attention. She drew a perfect A with sidewalk chalk outside without being asked. I got schooled, I guess. &lt;div&gt;Today we were working on colors--she was supposed to color the fruits and vegetables the correct colors, and my meticulous child made sure that everything was correct right down to the leaves and rinds. The funny thing is that when she was coloring the strawberry, she said "It needs chocolate!" and proceeded to color the bottom of the strawberry brown. Only my kid, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-7183979513611494715?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/7183979513611494715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=7183979513611494715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7183979513611494715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/7183979513611494715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/schooled.html' title='Pre&quot;schooled&quot;'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-2839221422227497379</id><published>2008-09-29T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:12:33.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty in Pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SODvvI7RKSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/64RcmIAwWfM/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SODvvI7RKSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/64RcmIAwWfM/s320/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251460758642960674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SODvv7CHdOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FnZRZC1zlKQ/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SODvv7CHdOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FnZRZC1zlKQ/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251460772093457634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruby loves her new pink shirt from Yaya---she put it on as soon as she woke up, and she feels fabulous! I couldn't get her to stand still for very long, so these are the best I could do for pictures! She cooperated enough to show you first position, though (first picture).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-2839221422227497379?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/2839221422227497379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=2839221422227497379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2839221422227497379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2839221422227497379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty in Pink'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SODvvI7RKSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/64RcmIAwWfM/s72-c/DSC00503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-2180064780590733727</id><published>2008-09-28T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:57:37.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>You might read that title and think, "Great job, Claire! Already on a roll!" You would be wrong. I really am the biggest loser. I had good intentions to start my goals last week, and did well up until Saturday. I was making that stupid cake, though, and needed to try some, didn't I? I am for real starting tomorrow (Monday). No, really! I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-2180064780590733727?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/2180064780590733727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=2180064780590733727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2180064780590733727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2180064780590733727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-2703299639345114214</id><published>2008-09-28T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:41:29.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Family Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBAR_lrWuI/AAAAAAAAADM/O6ZzSFv_WpE/s1600-h/DSC00488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBAR_lrWuI/AAAAAAAAADM/O6ZzSFv_WpE/s320/DSC00488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251267843385416418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBASAL6tcI/AAAAAAAAADU/LXhcycb6bxc/s1600-h/DSC00490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBASAL6tcI/AAAAAAAAADU/LXhcycb6bxc/s320/DSC00490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251267843545806274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBASZwYMbI/AAAAAAAAADc/zh6z2n0ZIPw/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBASZwYMbI/AAAAAAAAADc/zh6z2n0ZIPw/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251267850409619890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBASrFHZ4I/AAAAAAAAADk/5HxYpwTL03Q/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBASrFHZ4I/AAAAAAAAADk/5HxYpwTL03Q/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251267855060002690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from the week---a couple of them were from the picnic lunch we had on Adam's birthday. There's also one of a "Ruby-outfit". Can you guess which one it is? She was in her room for 20 minutes trying to find a "matching outfit", and she did a good job...with the colors...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-2703299639345114214?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/2703299639345114214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=2703299639345114214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2703299639345114214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/2703299639345114214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-family-pictures.html' title='Cute Family Pictures'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOBAR_lrWuI/AAAAAAAAADM/O6ZzSFv_WpE/s72-c/DSC00488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-8160499563849868774</id><published>2008-09-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:36:00.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We got a snake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOA-xrDCe-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jX857p8OUrU/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOA-xrDCe-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jX857p8OUrU/s200/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251266188603980770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOA-xjEbtnI/AAAAAAAAADE/9q0slW_ZGQo/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOA-xjEbtnI/AAAAAAAAADE/9q0slW_ZGQo/s200/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251266186462344818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiiiight...and whoever believed that I would ever allow a real snake in my house obviously doesn't know me well. I hate them. They're creepy!&lt;div&gt;I made a snake cake for my nephew's 4th birthday, and for a first attempt at using fondant on a sculptured cake, I think I did a pretty good job. See for yourself. (p.s. the lighting on my camera was weird---i swear it looked better in real life!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-8160499563849868774?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/8160499563849868774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=8160499563849868774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8160499563849868774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8160499563849868774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-got-snake.html' title='We got a snake!'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SOA-xrDCe-I/AAAAAAAAAC8/jX857p8OUrU/s72-c/DSC00498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-8403853668764113057</id><published>2008-09-25T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:22:47.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Gotta Give</title><content type='html'>So, I love to cook and I love to eat what I cook, and I've realized that this isn't very conducive to any weight loss plans. Something's gotta give. So, for more incentive, I have decided to post my goals and my progress ON MY BLOG. I might be crazy, and it's really kind of embarrassing, but there was one point in my life (4 years ago, to be exact) that I looked REALLY good. I'm going to get there again.&lt;div&gt;So, short term goals:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) lose 8 pounds this month (so, from Sept 25-Oct 25)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) cut out all sweets for one month (no cookies, cake, candy, etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) count calories---back to thedailyplate.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) exercise at least 4 times a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-8403853668764113057?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/8403853668764113057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=8403853668764113057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8403853668764113057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8403853668764113057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/somethings-gotta-give.html' title='Something&apos;s Gotta Give'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4769845652118623405</id><published>2008-09-24T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:14:04.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>September 24th is my favorite day of the year! On this day, Adam Joseph Freestone was born, setting off a wonderful chain of events. Without him, I would not have such an exciting and happy life. Without him, I would not have Ruby. I am grateful for him---for his steadfastness, his love, his hard work, and his humor...and his good looks, because, as Emma Fox(my niece) said when she first saw him, "he looks good!" Happy Birthday, Babe! p.s. I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4769845652118623405?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4769845652118623405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4769845652118623405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4769845652118623405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4769845652118623405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-8104517118232956452</id><published>2008-09-21T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:15:38.201-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dressing and Dancing'/><title type='text'>New Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9xR3yV6I/AAAAAAAAACI/oDfBMLWKalE/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ruby has 2 new favorite activities: Dance Class and dressing herself. She's really good at both of them...mostly...Ok, so sometimes she forgets her underwear, but there are A LOT of things to remember when getting oneself dressed. Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9xR3yV6I/AAAAAAAAACI/oDfBMLWKalE/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248661438799697826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9x3d1U4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RKzujzvFOJ8/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9x3d1U4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/RKzujzvFOJ8/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248661448891388802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9yCXiJjI/AAAAAAAAACY/tDm774NjItA/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9yCXiJjI/AAAAAAAAACY/tDm774NjItA/s320/DSC00470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248661451817756210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9ydmRDXI/AAAAAAAAACg/OTms2EODJjw/s1600-h/DSC00478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9ydmRDXI/AAAAAAAAACg/OTms2EODJjw/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248661459127307634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-8104517118232956452?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/8104517118232956452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=8104517118232956452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8104517118232956452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/8104517118232956452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-favorite-things.html' title='New Favorite Things'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SNb9xR3yV6I/AAAAAAAAACI/oDfBMLWKalE/s72-c/DSC00464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878631940854452350.post-4436210548426657613</id><published>2008-09-21T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:16:56.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm New</title><content type='html'>I've never done this blogging business before, but I like looking at other people's blogs, so I thought there may be some people that want to know what we've been up to...which isn't much...or maybe it just feels like that. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam is in his last semester (WAHOO!) at BYU. He will be graduating with a major in Chinese and minor in Business Management. We're looking for jobs as we speak, so if anyone knows of anyone that is hiring, we are willing to live anywhere (except Utah, Idaho, or Wyoming. please, nobody take offense to that...). We've liked our experience here, but we are ready to move on t0 the next phase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while Adam has been busy with school, I have, for most of my time here, been busy babysitting. I've had anywhere from 1-5 extra kids, depending on the time of year. It's been crazy, but the extra cash had helped quite a bit. I now only babysit 1 day a week, so that supplemental income no longer supplements, really. It's been nice, but weird because I now have a lot of time on my hands. My house is cleaner, though, which I'm sure Adam appreciates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruby is 3 now! She turned 3 in June, and she's no longer a baby. She's very stubborn, very opinionated, very fun, and very smart. She's like sunshine, and she makes me laugh all the time. She recently started dance classes, and absolutely LOVES it!! She uses words like, "certainly" "awfully" "professional" "fabulous" "stylish". She likes to lecture us. For example, if she's in time-out, she will tell me "I'm sorry you yelled at me, Mom. That's not very nice to kids!" That's her new favorite thing to do---to talk about "kids" as a collective. "Mom, sometimes kids' legs get tired." "Mom, sometimes kids just want fruit snacks." It's very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878631940854452350-4436210548426657613?l=acrfreestone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/feeds/4436210548426657613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878631940854452350&amp;postID=4436210548426657613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4436210548426657613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878631940854452350/posts/default/4436210548426657613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acrfreestone.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-new.html' title='I&apos;m New'/><author><name>Claire</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114016405841197148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jZktddVsJqg/SQns3ueh4OI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oWvtX8A0y-E/S220/PIC_0281.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
