<?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-1966029984506496961</id><updated>2012-01-21T23:51:27.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clark Connection</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-8620159314933801138</id><published>2010-01-24T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:17:31.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll See You When I See You</title><content type='html'>I know. I'm a terrible blogger. The truth is, I've just lost interest right now. And we are moving (just up the hill - to a bigger and better place). So, I'm taking an official break for a while.
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Phew. I've said it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-8620159314933801138?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/8620159314933801138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=8620159314933801138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8620159314933801138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8620159314933801138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-see-you-when-i-see-you.html' title='I&apos;ll See You When I See You'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-1281836799012570441</id><published>2009-10-30T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:35:23.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1Njk2MDA2NjU3MyZwdD*xMjU2OTYwMTExNzk1JnA9NzQ4ODEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvPTZmMzlhYWNiODMzNzQzMjI5OWMyZmU1ODk*MDc4MTg2Jm9mPTA=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A874994" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=5ZWqWjb2lnjgkTcN&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="340" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=5ZWqWjb2lnjgkTcN&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=5ZWqWjb2lnjgkTcN&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com&amp;partnerID=JibJab"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;"&gt;Try JibJab Sendables&amp;reg; &lt;a href="sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&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/1966029984506496961-1281836799012570441?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/1281836799012570441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=1281836799012570441' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1281836799012570441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1281836799012570441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/10/try-jibjab-sendables-ecards-today_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-1267046982522011865</id><published>2009-10-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:03:11.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily-ism #6</title><content type='html'>Em:  "For Natalie's birthday, I want to go coconut picking."
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Daddy:  "But, we'd have to go to Hawaii for that."
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Em:  "Yeah, I know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-1267046982522011865?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/1267046982522011865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=1267046982522011865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1267046982522011865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1267046982522011865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/10/emily-ism-6.html' title='Emily-ism #6'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-6401293635034946930</id><published>2009-10-11T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:02:35.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling My Age</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a difficult day for me; a day I have been dreading all year. Yesterday, I turned 30. Sigh....
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&lt;div&gt;But, I suppose if one must turn 30, there's no better day to do it than on a birthday. I do love my birthdays, and even this otherwise odious occasion was made enjoyable with a family trip to the Calico Ranch apple orchards in Julian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391547963961039666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/StKgTr1g2zI/AAAAAAAAApI/k-5EJ932CMM/s400/October+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful day and a lovely drive (gratefully, given that we were stuck behind 2 different cars going, ironically enough, 30 mph the whole way up the 79 - sheesh).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This late in the season, the orchard was pretty well picked over, though we managed to find a few trees with apples on the lower branches.  The tops of the trees, on the other hand, had a nice selection, and when even Aaron couldn't reach, we had to enlist a little help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391547981627710434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/StKgUtpk2-I/AAAAAAAAApY/AKvILF2QMc4/s400/October+2009+024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391547975707126594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/StKgUXl_60I/AAAAAAAAApQ/ruPuqLnHptU/s400/October+2009+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, some were more willing to oblige us than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391547986589625618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/StKgVAIlrRI/AAAAAAAAApg/ztyehsh9dWo/s400/October+2009+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391547953830630018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/StKgTGGPEoI/AAAAAAAAApA/n_n1AjXjuCc/s400/October+2009+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening, we celebrated with sticky toffee pudding.*  I just hope it doesn't end up on my hips, since I'm sure my metabolism has already slowed dramtically given my old age.  Oh, well.  I can always diet tomorrow...apples anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549380649687554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/StKhmJaaGgI/AAAAAAAAApo/N8ftqGFHTbY/s400/October+2009+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I've never been one for traditional birthday cake, at least not since I was a kid.  Recent years have included such celebratory confections as brownies, cheesecake, molten chocolate cake, apple crisp and sticky buns, among others.  Mmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-6401293635034946930?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/6401293635034946930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=6401293635034946930' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6401293635034946930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6401293635034946930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-my-age.html' title='Feeling My Age'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/StKgTr1g2zI/AAAAAAAAApI/k-5EJ932CMM/s72-c/October+2009+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-8701348214441384483</id><published>2009-10-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:03:59.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natalie Turns 1!</title><content type='html'>Already! That went fast.
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390073740808695170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Ss1jgmoQLYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oNb_vAm2I6U/s400/074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390073732690693618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Ss1jgIYxTfI/AAAAAAAAAoA/hB3OW-7aV7U/s400/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390073751535918370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Ss1jhOl0nSI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qgqYy_OiNxM/s400/113.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cake: Approved. Happy Birthday Nats! We love you!


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-8701348214441384483?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/8701348214441384483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=8701348214441384483' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8701348214441384483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8701348214441384483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/10/natalie-turns-1.html' title='Natalie Turns 1!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Ss1jgmoQLYI/AAAAAAAAAoI/oNb_vAm2I6U/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-5007259400069420013</id><published>2009-09-08T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:07:15.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>Did I blink? Wasn't this kid just in diapers?
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Today was Jared's first day of Kindergarten. He was practically bouncing off the walls this morning as we were getting ready. I haven't seen him this excited since the morning we went in to have Natalie. Or, maybe the time that Aaron bought Lego Batman for the Wii....Anyway, here are the photos:
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&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379250310286777522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SqbvqB6NnLI/AAAAAAAAAng/9omMQk8gl00/s400/1327.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379250320251826114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SqbvqnCEL8I/AAAAAAAAAno/mJ061bgEkFQ/s400/1336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379250323941546594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Sqbvq0xw2mI/AAAAAAAAAnw/NGoHasqJsMg/s400/1338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;
And to cap off an exciting day, a little school bus cake for dessert (or, rather, "school jeep" cake....it's the thought that counts right?).
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We're so proud of you, Jared!
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&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379250336099280146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SqbvriEZJRI/AAAAAAAAAn4/mqe1VUv-dMU/s400/1343.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-5007259400069420013?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/5007259400069420013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=5007259400069420013' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5007259400069420013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5007259400069420013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SqbvqB6NnLI/AAAAAAAAAng/9omMQk8gl00/s72-c/1327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-4389179685737820951</id><published>2009-07-25T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:57:24.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap, Crackle, Puke</title><content type='html'>I've had the flu this week. I've tried a number of things to alleviate the symptoms: medications, herbal remedies, rest, plenty of fluids, etc. I see now, however, that I have been going about things all wrong. I should have been eating this:
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SmtlUF07r8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/01l9TLvAnoM/s1600-h/2009+July+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362491177150689218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SmtlUF07r8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/01l9TLvAnoM/s400/2009+July+168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all, it has been "improved to include antioxidants and nutrients that [my] family needs to help [us] stay healthy."
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And it's true! I read the ingredient list. They're in there all right. Right after the rice, sugar, cocoa, semisweet chocolate, partially hydrogenated veg. oil, salt, malt flavoring, calcium carbonate, high fructose corn syrup, and artificial flavoring.
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Next time, I'm going straight for the Cocoa Krispies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-4389179685737820951?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/4389179685737820951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=4389179685737820951' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4389179685737820951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4389179685737820951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/07/snap-crackle-puke.html' title='Snap, Crackle, Puke'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SmtlUF07r8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/01l9TLvAnoM/s72-c/2009+July+168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-5207546364996758062</id><published>2009-07-12T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:28:28.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggy Eyed</title><content type='html'>Our camera is back from the shop. Hooray!
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So. Yesterday, we took the kids up to Encinitas to visit the Insect and Garden Festival held at the Quail Botanical Gardens. For a family of wildlife lovers - including the creepy-crawlies - it was a fabulous day! Check it out:
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Actually, before I get to the pictures I need to preface this by saying 1) I realized putting this together that I kind of dominate most of the photos - sorry (unless you can't get enough of me, in which case it's your lucky day) and 2) I realize that a number of my readers may find these images somewhat disturbing, so view at your own risk. &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=entomophobia"&gt;Entomophobes&lt;/a&gt;: you have been warned.
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OK. &lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt; check it out:
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The kids each got to plant their own little desert shrub to take home. Cute.


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They also enjoyed a variety of bug-themed crafts:

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357779932838842658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqodlGTUSI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6CP2YCphcA8/s400/2009+July+013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357779938231274162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Slqod5L9SrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/dR3T0l2jY64/s400/2009+July+020.jpg" /&gt;
And of course, lots and lots of little critters:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357779946957442098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqoeZscDDI/AAAAAAAAAlk/4ZJqWcE5nGM/s400/2009+July+027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, that is a roach crawling on my hand - a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach to be exact. Living in an aquarium tank, on a strict diet of fruits and veggies, I have no problem with them. Running across my kitchen floors: ew, ew, EW!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781108235776754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Slqph_yxMvI/AAAAAAAAAmE/G9bOqIktQUE/s400/2009+July+051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't you love how Jared's expression is exactly alike in these two photos? For a split second I thought I'd uploaded the same photo twice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781093744081026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqphJzreII/AAAAAAAAAl0/aswmll0ohY8/s400/2009+July+045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spiders and scorpions are Jared's favorites. Emily likes lollipops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357801356158855570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Slq78lL0aZI/AAAAAAAAAnE/UJii3h29vdg/s400/2009+July+049.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The walking stick:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357779949281335842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqoeiWf2iI/AAAAAAAAAls/Hyx-ti85Yuo/s400/2009+July+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And giant millipede. I heard someone describe it as a hairbrush walking on your arm. Very accurate observation. Also, check out the Barn Owl and Red Tailed Hawk perched in the background.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781110384340882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqpiHzBr5I/AAAAAAAAAmM/VVg0bnNlvjA/s400/2009+July+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't let her fool you. She was having the time of her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782034687743170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqqX7GIVMI/AAAAAAAAAmc/a6OrTt9v_Lk/s400/2009+July+046.jpg" /&gt;OK. I really love snakes. I'm a strange girl. I know. Didn't I warn you about this though? This is a Brazilian Rainbow Python, by the way. So cool.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357781116038729202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Slqpic3IzfI/AAAAAAAAAmU/8ydAigby600/s400/2009+July+058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what would a festival be without food? In this case: meal worms, seasoned, or plain. I went with the Polish, though I was the only one of us brave enough to try. I think Natalie would have joined me had I given her the chance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357791896746057346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqzV-ID3oI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Ue86If02HxM/s400/2009+July+059.jpg" /&gt;
Instead, she (and the others) opted for fresh peaches in the picnic area.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357782045625447474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqqYj14dDI/AAAAAAAAAms/QGVFvRfgIcM/s400/2009+July+066.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fun, fun day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-5207546364996758062?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/5207546364996758062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=5207546364996758062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5207546364996758062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5207546364996758062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/07/buggy-eyed.html' title='Buggy Eyed'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SlqodUwucKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/yc4as4JCh_Y/s72-c/2009+July+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-8835084723878841006</id><published>2009-07-05T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:51:10.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned, Folks</title><content type='html'>I'm alive and I will blog again someday.  I promise.  In my defense, our camera has been broken for weeks, and won't return from the shop until this week (hopefully).  Sigh.
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In the mean time, you may be interested to know that Jared has recently ranked the members of our family in order of intelligence:  
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Most intelligent:  Jared&lt;p/&gt;&lt;p/&gt;
2nd:  Daddy, because he can draw better than Mommy.&lt;p/&gt;
3rd:  Mommy&lt;p/&gt;
4th:  Definitely Emily&lt;p/&gt;
5th:  Nats, because she is a baby.
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Alas, I have not fared as well as I had hoped.  Back to the drawing board, I guess (ha...ha...).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-8835084723878841006?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/8835084723878841006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=8835084723878841006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8835084723878841006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8835084723878841006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/07/stay-tuned-folks.html' title='Stay Tuned, Folks'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-7959867627732434036</id><published>2009-04-20T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:54:28.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue</title><content type='html'>[Enter Jared and Emily. Emily is pushing her dolly in a stroller.]
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J: Emmy, are you taking your baby to the tide pools?
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E: No, to the hospital.
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J: Is she going to get a TV test, or a shot?
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E: No, she has a cavity.
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J: Emmy, you don't take a baby to the hospital for a cavity, you go to the dentist. [Suddenly turning.] Mom, why do we call the place the dentist and the man the dentist?
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E: [Handing the doll to Mommy]. Here Mom, the baby needs you.
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The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-7959867627732434036?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/7959867627732434036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=7959867627732434036' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7959867627732434036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7959867627732434036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/04/dialogue.html' title='Dialogue'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-8516440925185175423</id><published>2009-03-27T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:15:13.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's One In Every Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It seems every family has at least one child prone to frequent injury. Emily is ours. Today she took the skin off her nose when she tripped and slid face first on the carpet. Ouch!

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Sc2ohce03aI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tV3VQ4s4UEg/s1600-h/2009+March.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318092027529059746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Sc2ohce03aI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tV3VQ4s4UEg/s400/2009+March.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here it is a couple days later:

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318736521065805458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Sc_yr6AGNpI/AAAAAAAAAlA/NapE5Cjfldc/s400/2009+March+004.jpg" border="0" /&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/1966029984506496961-8516440925185175423?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/8516440925185175423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=8516440925185175423' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8516440925185175423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8516440925185175423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/03/theres-one-in-every-family.html' title='There&apos;s One In Every Family'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Sc2ohce03aI/AAAAAAAAAk4/tV3VQ4s4UEg/s72-c/2009+March.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-2144300476606110700</id><published>2009-03-22T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:39:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #9</title><content type='html'>Today Jared told me that when he grows up he wants to be a mean biologist.  You know.  Someone that studies sea life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-2144300476606110700?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/2144300476606110700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=2144300476606110700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2144300476606110700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2144300476606110700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/03/jaredism-9.html' title='Jaredism #9'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-4934055622578339242</id><published>2009-03-16T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:38:11.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emilyism #5</title><content type='html'>Apparently, Emily has become more conscious of her water sources lately.  Yesterday, as we were about to take the sacrament water, she paused to ask, "Mom, is this purified?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-4934055622578339242?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/4934055622578339242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=4934055622578339242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4934055622578339242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4934055622578339242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/03/emilyism-5.html' title='Emilyism #5'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-1619071313124954862</id><published>2009-03-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:43:01.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #8</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from Aaron's journal yesterday:


Last night we went to a game night at the church for the ward. They had lots of treats, including some St. Patrick's Day cupcakes that we brought home. I had saved two of them for Jared and Emily to enjoy after dinner tonight. Early this afternoon, however, all of the family took a nap except for Jared. Now Jared knew that he wasn't supposed to touch his cupcake, much less Emily's. And yet, when we awoke an hour or two later, we found the cupcakes had been tampered with. In a subsequent interrogation, he admitted he hoped putting the plastic shamrock back on the cupcakes would fool us into thinking they had not been touched.




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&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SatqTrf2AEI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q1aA-G6Wbcw/s1600-h/2009+February+376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308453472112607298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SatqTrf2AEI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Q1aA-G6Wbcw/s400/2009+February+376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-5887939146270757180?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/5887939146270757180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=5887939146270757180' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5887939146270757180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5887939146270757180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/03/five-months-old.html' title='Five Months Old'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SatqTzVjlVI/AAAAAAAAAko/x0sRaRKNWPo/s72-c/2009+February+382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-2154896717247913375</id><published>2009-02-01T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:11:15.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of These Things is Not Like the Other</title><content type='html'>Don't you wish everyone's thoughts were as easy to read as a child opening birthday presents?
&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SYY5OS3idEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZloVVhYOzyc/s1600-h/2009+January+022+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297984929393701954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SYY5OS3idEI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZloVVhYOzyc/s400/2009+January+022+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SYY5OBbxemI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6EJWqVeGX8s/s1600-h/2009+January+024+crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297984924713843298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SYY5OBbxemI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6EJWqVeGX8s/s400/2009+January+024+crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;Don't worry though; it isn't a total loss. Instead of the full update, I give you our holiday highlights.
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So, however late, Happy Halloween, Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, and with a little luck, I'll be back to blogging with more regularity soon!






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&lt;/span&gt;Also, Happy Birthday to Jared, who turned 5 on Christmas Day! I love this little man! &lt;/p&gt;
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One more of the cake, because I'm so darn happy with how it turned out. To clarify for any non-gamers, it is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sonic_the_Hedgehog_(character)"&gt;Sonic the Hedgehog&lt;/a&gt;, Jared's favorite video game character.
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295405343580616642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SX0PGo3T98I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/DRbTOIhoCvI/s400/2008+December+(Melissa+Wedding)+547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Holidays 2008!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love,&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Clarks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-3024713993551956278?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/3024713993551956278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=3024713993551956278' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/3024713993551956278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/3024713993551956278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2009/01/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late Than Never'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SXP-x9v48TI/AAAAAAAAAh4/snLiS7M1pGA/s72-c/2008+October+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-692900562931482018</id><published>2008-10-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:07:23.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily-ism #4</title><content type='html'>"I'm all done with the new baby.  You can take her back to the hospital."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-692900562931482018?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/692900562931482018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=692900562931482018' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/692900562931482018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/692900562931482018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/10/emily-ism-4.html' title='Emily-ism #4'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-2468398879226740781</id><published>2008-10-07T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:52:59.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id7025"&gt;Say hello to the newest member of the Clark family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id7029"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id7028"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOwNnPGLu9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/_4hzuUqizlY/s1600-h/2008+October+--+Natalie+Pics+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254589832953052114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOwNnPGLu9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/_4hzuUqizlY/s400/2008+October+--+Natalie+Pics+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id7032" align="center"&gt;Natalie Elizabeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id7033" align="center"&gt;Born Tuesday, September 30th, 5:33 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id7035" align="center"&gt;7 pounds, 12 ounces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id7036" align="center"&gt;20.5 inches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3587" align="center"&gt;Welcome little Natalie!  We adore you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3588" align="center"&gt;For more details, check out &lt;a href="http://forbiddendonut7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aaron's blog&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-2468398879226740781?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/2468398879226740781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=2468398879226740781' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2468398879226740781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2468398879226740781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-baby-girl.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby Girl!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOwNnPGLu9I/AAAAAAAAAhw/_4hzuUqizlY/s72-c/2008+October+--+Natalie+Pics+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-6052377177965136370</id><published>2008-09-28T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:39:40.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Girl, Little Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id1638"&gt;Pregnancy can drive people to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperate&lt;/span&gt; things. Some women eat dirt. Others feel the need to wash every wall in their home. Me? I chop my hair off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3571"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1640"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1641"&gt;I started growing my hair out over a year ago when I couldn't decide how I wanted to cut it. My goal was to let it go until it was long enough to donate to &lt;a href="http://www.locksoflove.org/"&gt;Locks of Love&lt;/a&gt;, with enough left over to reach at, or just above shoulder level. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3572"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1643"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1644"&gt;I don't know if it was the summer heat, the need for something on my body to start shrinking, or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1642"&gt;some other unknown factor, but about 3 weeks ago, I couldn't take it anymore. Locks of Love requires at least a 10 inch donation, and I didn't want my year-plus to go to waste, so in a moment of hormonal insanity I decided I didn't care how short it would end up. I was done with it. Here are the results:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3573"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1646"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1645"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1639" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOBI4-H2KuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AH4yko4OsGI/s1600-h/September+08+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251277309099780834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOBI4-H2KuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AH4yko4OsGI/s400/September+08+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1650" align="center"&gt;(Sorry, I couldn't find a better picture - I try to avoid the camera these days.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3574" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1648" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1649" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOBI5Kte-ZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/3MEJl0kQhc4/s1600-h/September+08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251277312478869906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOBI5Kte-ZI/AAAAAAAAAhc/3MEJl0kQhc4/s400/September+08+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1651" align="center"&gt;(I made the kids pose with me for moral support. And to hide my belly.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It has been......OK. The day I had it cut, I came home feeling free, but I wasn't really thrilled with it. I like my hair a little longer. And I'd rather not feel like I resemble a mushroom from the neck up. Even still, I have no regrets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Luckily, this week has been much better. The cut is starting to grow on me, enough that when I look in the mirror I don't really mind it anymore. See? Look how happy I am....and big.....happy and big*:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251277315238028738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOBI5U_UZcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/T9mPYZM3MBk/s400/September+08+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;By the way, my due date is tomorrow (another reason I am smiling).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*As Emily likes to point out frequently, "Mommy has a big tummy. I have a little one."
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1636"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-6052377177965136370?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/6052377177965136370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=6052377177965136370' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6052377177965136370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6052377177965136370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-girl-little-hair.html' title='Big Girl, Little Hair'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SOBI4-H2KuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AH4yko4OsGI/s72-c/September+08+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-5808589484092497361</id><published>2008-09-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:14:41.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily-ism #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id1311"&gt;This week, during a tantrum, Emily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;informed&lt;/span&gt; me, "Mommy, I will bite your belly button."  You've gotta love the terrible two's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-5808589484092497361?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/5808589484092497361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=5808589484092497361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5808589484092497361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5808589484092497361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/09/emily-ism-3.html' title='Emily-ism #3'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-4525689655587959033</id><published>2008-09-04T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:43:14.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily-ism #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id1246"&gt;Emily has been learning a new Primary song lately. Her version begins, "When Jesus Christ was baptized, down in the river Georgia..."
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-4525689655587959033?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/4525689655587959033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=4525689655587959033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4525689655587959033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4525689655587959033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/09/emily-ism-2.html' title='Emily-ism #2'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-7237892091710088959</id><published>2008-08-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:42:23.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id57918"&gt;Jared came to me the other day like this and asked, "Mom, do I look like a lamb?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id57920"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id57919"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SKzxy3j0fcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qQsHrrGwAMM/s1600-h/July+and+August+08+151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236826322934988226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SKzxy3j0fcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qQsHrrGwAMM/s400/July+and+August+08+151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-7237892091710088959?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/7237892091710088959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=7237892091710088959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7237892091710088959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7237892091710088959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/08/jaredism-7.html' title='Jaredism #7'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SKzxy3j0fcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/qQsHrrGwAMM/s72-c/July+and+August+08+151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-5015554769237947482</id><published>2008-08-17T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:34:28.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id653"&gt;"Mom, someday I want to hunt chickens."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-5015554769237947482?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/5015554769237947482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=5015554769237947482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5015554769237947482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5015554769237947482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/08/jaredism-8.html' title='Jaredism #6'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-329789850600309525</id><published>2008-07-20T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:30:43.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11163"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11143"&gt;The purpose of this post is to entice you to come and visit us in sunny San Diego. Then you can have as much fun as we do hanging out at all of our favorite summer-time spots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11145"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id11144"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225298640430457842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIP9bbwwY_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/I2M-lJO0cBw/s400/2008+June+and+July+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11146"&gt;The Children's Beach in La Jolla is great. We love watching the seals that have taken over this part of the beach, but further down the beautiful coastal walkway is a also nice park, perfect for picnics, and several spots leading down to the water, including one place where we've spotted sea lions too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11147"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225301484724560594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIQAA_lUItI/AAAAAAAAAXU/vGzNRUCd-U8/s400/2008+June+and+July+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11149"&gt;We also enjoy exploring the tide pools at Cabrillo National Park:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11164"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id11151"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225301487621971634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIQABKYHHrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/62pWHV6XYtg/s400/2008+June+and+July+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11152"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id11153"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id11150"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11154"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225298647847630610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIP9b3ZJdxI/AAAAAAAAAW8/vgEgWGU3AJE/s400/2008+June+and+July+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11155"&gt;Jared, fleeing in terror from a rather menacing crab:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11160"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id11156"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225298649879460130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIP9b-9kuSI/AAAAAAAAAXE/BokAGiQxa0k/s400/2008+June+and+July+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11157"&gt;Family camp-outs are always a good time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11165"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11161"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225301489471836018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIQABRRJz3I/AAAAAAAAAXs/M6P2T8mt9Uo/s400/2008+June+and+July+294.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And, of course, the beach:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11159"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id11158"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIyaSO80-kI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_yQpSWTpShw/s1600-h/2008+June+and+July+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227722905511852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIyaSO80-kI/AAAAAAAAAYk/_yQpSWTpShw/s400/2008+June+and+July+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227728231410543106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIyfIPeBqgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/x_4hv991QEw/s400/2008+June+and+July+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIQWyy1DUkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/vlPFZyRvkYM/s1600-h/2008+June+and+July+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id2228"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIQViXgzSlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/J8w0nZvuHLs/s1600-h/2008+June+and+July+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225325147827948114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIQViXgzSlI/AAAAAAAAAX8/J8w0nZvuHLs/s400/2008+June+and+July+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or, if nothing else, you should come for some free dental work, compliments of Emily.  No doubt Aaron's brother Peter was glad he did:

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIP9cPVS4KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kXI891ZGQK0/s1600-h/2008+June+and+July+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225298654273921186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIP9cPVS4KI/AAAAAAAAAXM/kXI891ZGQK0/s400/2008+June+and+July+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Summer Everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225298642221547282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIP9bibyPxI/AAAAAAAAAW0/lmSaNMNZ8mY/s400/2008+June+and+July+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-329789850600309525?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/329789850600309525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=329789850600309525' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/329789850600309525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/329789850600309525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SIP9bbwwY_I/AAAAAAAAAWs/I2M-lJO0cBw/s72-c/2008+June+and+July+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-988494739431140290</id><published>2008-06-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:59:01.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who Had A Birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id1076"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217504912086464802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SGhNEvLE-SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t0K_WugCSUw/s400/June+08+177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1084"&gt;Yes, our little Emily turned 2 this week. We celebrated twice - once at the beginning of the month when my family was in town visiting and again on the 24th, which was her actual DOB. Both times though we made sure to have plenty of orange cupcakes on hand, per her request.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id1085"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1086"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SGhNEfRaDkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Q90aRtKIEQc/s1600-h/June+08+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217502076423401650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SGhKfrgUcLI/AAAAAAAAAWM/HDkZZRn1zv0/s400/June+08+181.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id1072"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SGhKfRqBZEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EdRBS2kHefg/s1600-h/June+08+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217502069484774466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SGhKfRqBZEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/EdRBS2kHefg/s400/June+08+118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quick story: Emily has coveted Aaron's laptop for months. If we leave it unattended for even a moment, Emily will drop whatever she is doing to rush over and furiously begin "typing," while at the same time casting nervous glances over her shoulder, lest one of her parents return and chase her away. Then, about a month ago she informed me, "I need a laptop for my birthday" and a few days later, "I want my own orange laptop." (I say, what kind of world is this? My two-year-old demanding a laptop.....) Anyway, Tuesday she got her wish. We found her a nice, kid-sized Elmo laptop and she hasn't been far from it since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1092"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217504912098293794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SGhNEvN5eCI/AAAAAAAAAWk/KSI5hTjgTD4/s400/June+08+227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1091"&gt;Happy Birthday Emily! You're beautiful....like corn.
&lt;div id="ms__id801"&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/1966029984506496961-988494739431140290?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/988494739431140290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=988494739431140290' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/988494739431140290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/988494739431140290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-who-had-birthday.html' title='Guess Who Had A Birthday...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SGhNEvLE-SI/AAAAAAAAAWc/t0K_WugCSUw/s72-c/June+08+177.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-5020732536803277142</id><published>2008-05-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:32:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily-ism #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id1203"&gt;Emily likes salsa.  Last night, she ate some and remarked, "It tastes beautiful.  Like corn."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-5020732536803277142?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/5020732536803277142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=5020732536803277142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5020732536803277142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5020732536803277142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/05/emily-ism-1.html' title='Emily-ism #1'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-7021676533177297321</id><published>2008-05-25T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:30:32.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Massive Photo Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id3598"&gt;This post is for those of you who have told me I haven't posted enough pictures in recent months. Yes, I know it's long and random, but just keep in mind you brought this upon yourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3677"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div id="ms__id3625"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528027600936802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDoyqpS332I/AAAAAAAAAUM/0fV-NNZRPoQ/s400/February+to+May+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3621"&gt;Jared celebrated his 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday with with a jungle-themed party just before we moved. Highlights included a jungle obstacle course and decorating the snake cake (thanks again Erica for the idea). I think more candy probably ended up stuffed into the mouths of Jared and his little friends then there was actually applied to the cake, but what's a birthday without a little indulgence, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3626"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div id="ms__id3623"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528031895904114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDoyq5S333I/AAAAAAAAAUU/LV7xdjuoFqg/s400/February+to+May+08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3624"&gt;I posted this picture for a couple of reasons: First, though we did very little during the weeks of unpacking and evil morning sickness, we &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; manage to take a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Legoland&lt;/span&gt; using some freebie tickets one of Aaron's colleagues gave us, and here's proof - the backside of a Lego giraffe. Second, (and mainly), I wanted to point out Emily's "smile." A few months ago she starting making this face every time we pulled out the camera, which makes getting a normal shot of her very difficult. You'll being seeing it again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3628"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div id="ms__id3627"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528023305969490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDoyqZS331I/AAAAAAAAAUE/u7K9meJ1OPs/s400/February+to+May+08+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3620"&gt;Jared fighting Lego Darth.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div id="ms__id3632"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204549279099117634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDpF_pS34EI/AAAAAAAAAV8/CIAwsEw5uXw/s400/February+to+May+08+107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lego "Thinker"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3631"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528019011002178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDoyqJS330I/AAAAAAAAAT8/1bJpVS9UAwo/s400/February+to+May+08+116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3630"&gt;One of my favorite attractions at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Legoland&lt;/span&gt; was a part of the park they called "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miniland&lt;/span&gt; USA," which included Lego replicas on a 1/100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; scale of places such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas, D.C, Manhattan, and a few other major cities. It was really cool, but I liked it even more when we passed by a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Birdzilla&lt;/span&gt; perched atop one of the buildings in the Manhattan section.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3634"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3636"&gt;A few random Easter pictures:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3637"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3633"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204532283913527202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo2iZS336I/AAAAAAAAAUs/W-9jxoqsYWY/s400/February+to+May+08+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3629"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3635"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204532283913527218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo2iZS337I/AAAAAAAAAU0/wZ42A6Ckug4/s400/February+to+May+08+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3639"&gt;The smile again....I warned you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3642"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3640"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204532283913527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo2iZS338I/AAAAAAAAAU8/nPmpdn3YOrE/s400/February+to+May+08+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3641"&gt;We attempted making two-toned Easter eggs, which turned out pretty well. Emily kept calling them deviled eggs.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3679"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3645"&gt;A few completely random shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3646"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3644"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204532275323592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo2h5S334I/AAAAAAAAAUc/_f_YHUn4Yt4/s400/February+to+May+08+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3643"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204532279618559890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo2iJS335I/AAAAAAAAAUk/ZYIYpZ-Vul0/s400/February+to+May+08+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3648"&gt;Yes, smile Emily....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3680"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3649"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533623943323618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo3wZS33-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/XVFyA51W9oc/s400/February+to+May+08+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3647"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3656"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204528019011002162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDoyqJS33zI/AAAAAAAAAT0/qBsBQEqpIEc/s400/February+to+May+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3651"&gt;Pooh Bear costume, Cinderella shoes, Sleeping Beauty earrings....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3658"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3657"&gt;We're saving this one for bribery purposes in a few years:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3655"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3654"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533619648356306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo3wJS339I/AAAAAAAAAVE/8lisTjv-2YY/s400/February+to+May+08+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3659"&gt;I gave Jared a snack one afternoon and came back a couple minutes later to find this. He told me his animals had been curious about what he was eating:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3663"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3661"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533628238290946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo3wpS34AI/AAAAAAAAAVc/yFRkh7VJPWM/s400/February+to+May+08+283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3664"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3665"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533623943323634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo3wZS33_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/WxYCWcoC1Co/s400/February+to+May+08+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3652"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3667"&gt;And finally, a few pictures from the new Sesame Street Bay of Play, which just opened this weekend at Sea World. As pass holders, we got to go in a day early to check it out (plus they had cookies):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3675"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3669"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3653"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204533632533258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo3w5S34BI/AAAAAAAAAVk/zmhnY_MKulM/s400/February+to+May+08+288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3666"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3673"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204534276778352674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo4WZS34CI/AAAAAAAAAVs/2YktVJ7hp0A/s400/February+to+May+08+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3670"&gt;Jared had been hoping to meet Big Bird, and as luck would have it, he was available when we happened to be passing by. Nice backdrop, huh? You have to buy their photo to get the cute Sesame Street scene behind him. Sigh. At least the cookies were free.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3674"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3676"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204534276778352690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDo4WZS34DI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Dt794Qap3eo/s400/February+to+May+08+293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3668"&gt;No, Emily doesn't look that way because she isn't enjoying the ride. She just saved the best "smile" for last.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id3671"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id3672"&gt;There, I did it. Now you can all leave me alone. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-7021676533177297321?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/7021676533177297321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=7021676533177297321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7021676533177297321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7021676533177297321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/05/massive-photo-post.html' title='Massive Photo Post'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SDoyqpS332I/AAAAAAAAAUM/0fV-NNZRPoQ/s72-c/February+to+May+08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-1251661464839984960</id><published>2008-05-18T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:59:25.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id5246"&gt;Yes, an ultrasound this week revealed that Jared and Emily will be joined by a baby sister come October. We are thrilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id5247"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id5248"&gt;Jared had originally wanted a baby brother quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt;. When I told him the news though, he started jumping up and down and cheering, with a look of slight confusion, but certainly not disappointment. Later in the day he told me he "had made a mistake." He thought he had wanted a "boy baby," but really he wanted a girl.&lt;/div&gt;
Hooray for pink!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-1251661464839984960?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/1251661464839984960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=1251661464839984960' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1251661464839984960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1251661464839984960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-7457626697197669633</id><published>2008-05-02T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T19:56:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Dot A Big Owie!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id1632"&gt;That is how Emily describes the result her trying to squeeze her head in the gap behind our entertainment center yesterday.  She would have been fine too, if she had just backed her head out the way she squeezed it in, but instead she panicked, turned her face into the corner of the unit and started thrashing wildly, creating the worst cut either of my children has ever received.   Poor little Emily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1635"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1634"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195977318051115634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SBvR119scnI/AAAAAAAAATs/25okkJX5DQw/s400/2008+May+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1633"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1636"&gt;Or perhaps this picture better conveys her feelings about the whole ordeal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1637"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1638"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SBvR1l9scmI/AAAAAAAAATk/9ixIaqUBsdk/s1600-h/2008+May+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195977313756148322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SBvR1l9scmI/AAAAAAAAATk/9ixIaqUBsdk/s400/2008+May+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;div id="ms__id1630"&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/1966029984506496961-7457626697197669633?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/7457626697197669633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=7457626697197669633' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7457626697197669633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7457626697197669633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dot-big-owie.html' title='&quot;I Dot A Big Owie!&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/SBvR119scnI/AAAAAAAAATs/25okkJX5DQw/s72-c/2008+May+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-2275361364414483662</id><published>2008-04-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:58:16.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id1447"&gt;I heard this poem at a Relief Society activity.  It is long, but gave me a laugh...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div id="ms__id1497" align="center"&gt;The Girl in a Whirl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1530" align="center"&gt;by ‘Dr. Sue’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1564" align="center"&gt;(a.k.a. Vickie Gunther)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1480"&gt;Look at me, look at me, look at me now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1532"&gt;You could do what I doIf you only knew how.
I study the scriptures one hour each day;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1482"&gt;I bake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1483"&gt;I upholster,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1484"&gt;I scrub,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1485"&gt;and I pray.
I always keep all the commandments completely;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1663"&gt;I speak to my little ones gently and sweetly.
I help in their classrooms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1488"&gt;I sew all they wear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1489"&gt;I drive them to practice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1499"&gt;I cut all their hair!
I memorize names of the General Authorities;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1535"&gt;I focus on things to be done by priorities.
I play the piano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1502"&gt;I bless with my talents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1503"&gt;My toilets all sparkle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1504"&gt;My checkbooks all balance!
Each week every child gets a one-on-one date;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1563"&gt;I attend all my meetings (on time! Never late!)
I’m taking a class on the teachings of Paul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1492"&gt;But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all …
I track my bad habits ‘til each is abolished;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1506"&gt;Our t-shirts are ironed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1507"&gt;My toenails are polished!
Our family home evenings are always delightful;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1664"&gt;The lessons I give are both fun and insightful.
I do genealogy faithfully, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1665"&gt;It’s easy to do all the things that I do!
I rise each day early, refreshed and awake;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1511"&gt;I know all the names of each youth in my stake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1495"&gt;I read to my children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1512"&gt;I help all my neighbors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1666"&gt;I bless the community, too, with my labors.
I exercise and I cook menus gourmet;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1667"&gt;My visiting teaching is done the first day!
(I also go do it for someone who missed hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1668"&gt;It’s the least I can do for my cherished ward sisters.)
I chart resolutions and check off each goal;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1561"&gt;I seek each “lost lamb” on my Primary roll.
I can home-grown produce each summer and fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1542"&gt;But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all …
I write in my journal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1518"&gt;I sing in the choir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1545"&gt;Each day, I write “thank you’s” to those I admire.
My sons were all Eagles when they were fourteen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1520"&gt;My kids get straight A’s!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1560"&gt;And their bedrooms are clean!
I have a home business to help make some money;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1669"&gt;I always look beautifully groomed for my honey.
I go to the temple at least once a week;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1522"&gt;I change the car’s tires!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1548"&gt;I fix the sink’s leak!
I grind my own wheat and I bake all our bread;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1558"&gt;I have all our meals planned out six months ahead.
I make sure I rotate our two-years’ supply;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1557"&gt;My shopping for Christmas is done by July!
These things are not hard;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1526"&gt;It’s good if you do them;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1527"&gt;You can if you try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1555"&gt;Just set goals and pursue them!
It’s easy to do all the things that I do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id1554"&gt;If you plan and work smart, you can do them all, too!
It’s easy!” she said …
&lt;/div&gt;… and then she dropped dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-2275361364414483662?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/2275361364414483662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=2275361364414483662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2275361364414483662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2275361364414483662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/04/bit-of-poetry.html' title='A Bit of Poetry'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-6274052795754945370</id><published>2008-04-11T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:42:16.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aaron!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id2354"&gt;A very happy birthday to my favorite person in the world, who happened to turn 30 this past Monday!  This week I've started to come back to life, feeling considerably less nauseous and the timing couldn't have been better, as it allowed me to provide Aaron with a little birthday cheer in the form of dinner and cake:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id2357"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id2356"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id2355"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R_-uOTceyjI/AAAAAAAAATM/K1Gg7BTqklY/s1600-h/2008+April+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188056856515234354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R_-uOTceyjI/AAAAAAAAATM/K1Gg7BTqklY/s400/2008+April+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id2360"&gt;FYI:  30 lighted candles is not good for frosting.  Ours was pretty much melted by the time Aaron blew out the candles.  Thirty candles also create a lot of smoke. 
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R_-uPDceylI/AAAAAAAAATc/cLilutRzs9w/s1600-h/2008+April+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188056869400136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R_-uPDceylI/AAAAAAAAATc/cLilutRzs9w/s400/2008+April+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of you will probably not be surprised that Aaron was able to blow out all the candles in one breath.  What I wish I had a picture of though, was all the melted wax that was splattered across the cake and table as a result.  I think we may have finally reached the point in Aaron's life when birthday candles will no longer be required.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Aaron!  I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-6274052795754945370?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/6274052795754945370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=6274052795754945370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6274052795754945370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6274052795754945370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-aaron.html' title='Happy Birthday Aaron!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R_-uOTceyjI/AAAAAAAAATM/K1Gg7BTqklY/s72-c/2008+April+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-6969378104768127786</id><published>2008-04-04T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:48:14.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id3823"&gt;Jared said to me the other day out of the blue, "Mom, you're getting older."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-6969378104768127786?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/6969378104768127786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=6969378104768127786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6969378104768127786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6969378104768127786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/04/jaredism-5.html' title='Jaredism #5'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-6148640330423864919</id><published>2008-03-31T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:56:21.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Way Back</title><content type='html'>Finally, I can tell the truth! No, I haven't given up on my blog. Yes, we are settled into our apartment and have been since the beginning of February. And no, I'm really not just that lazy. Feast your eyes on the real reason I have been absent these long weeks*:

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&lt;p&gt;Yes, meet Clark #3 and as thriling as the news is, he/she has been making me dreadfully SICK (which, in my case is constant, awful nausea - that's 24 hours a day, every day......every....long....day...ugh). I've also been unable to stay awake beyond 8 or 8:30 every night, so there you have it. The good news is that my official due date is October 1st, which means the morning sickness could be over in the next couple of weeks (I'm keeping my fingers crossed). The bad news is that since it hasn't happened yet, I'm afraid my focus will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; to be on sleeping and trying not the throw up. Hang in there loyal fans!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*And I promise this will be the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intro uterine&lt;/span&gt; shot you will be forced to endure viewing this pregnancy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-6148640330423864919?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/6148640330423864919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=6148640330423864919' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6148640330423864919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6148640330423864919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-my-way-back.html' title='On My Way Back'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R_Gnj2FJ7uI/AAAAAAAAASc/1nHxLf70EuA/s72-c/Photo1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-8837127006906198777</id><published>2008-01-17T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:34:25.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hold</title><content type='html'>We will be moving closer to downtown San Diego in the next couple of weeks, so I think I'm going to put blogging on hold until we get settled in.  Check back in February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-8837127006906198777?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/8837127006906198777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=8837127006906198777' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8837127006906198777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8837127006906198777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-hold.html' title='On Hold'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-539312948674179259</id><published>2007-12-29T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:25:27.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Older and Wiser Too!</title><content type='html'>Squinting and blinking, Jared staggered out of his bedroom at 5:30 a.m. Christmas morning and exclaimed, "Today is my birthday!" Here are just a few shots of the birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;festivities&lt;/span&gt; held that evening and the next afternoon.

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R3caTURSUkI/AAAAAAAAASE/0Q7cCJ_kLGE/s1600-h/December+07+816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149613618082501186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R3caTURSUkI/AAAAAAAAASE/0Q7cCJ_kLGE/s400/December+07+816.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Larry Boy cake, for those of you wondering what on earth that thing is supposed to be. Larry Boy is a Veggies Tales character - his favorite!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R3caTkRSUlI/AAAAAAAAASM/i7DQuMDtYyc/s1600-h/December+07+831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149613622377468498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R3caTkRSUlI/AAAAAAAAASM/i7DQuMDtYyc/s400/December+07+831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a special thanks to Uncle Matt and Aunt Leslie for the coveted "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;danja&lt;/span&gt; turtle."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R3caT0RSUmI/AAAAAAAAASU/j61wOuFYO1M/s1600-h/December+07+840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149613626672435810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R3caT0RSUmI/AAAAAAAAASU/j61wOuFYO1M/s400/December+07+840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Jared!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-539312948674179259?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/539312948674179259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=539312948674179259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/539312948674179259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/539312948674179259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-year-older-and-wiser-too.html' title='One Year Older and Wiser Too!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R3caTURSUkI/AAAAAAAAASE/0Q7cCJ_kLGE/s72-c/December+07+816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-6572143240126099463</id><published>2007-12-23T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:13:56.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't you love December? We do and here are a few reasons why:

Gingerbread houses. Unfortunately this year I tried to make it all from scratch and the pieces ended up being way too soft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Consequently&lt;/span&gt;, we never could get Jared's heavily decorated piece of roof to stay up. Not that it would have lasted very long in our house anyway....

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147411798803239362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29HwkRSUcI/AAAAAAAAARE/aIw7ptoJR2M/s400/December+07+704.jpg" border="0" /&gt; An excuse to make and share large &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quantities&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt; desserts. The sharing is particularly important because it helps keep it off my hips. This year I tried my hand at a cream puff tower for our Christmas party at church:

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147411803098206674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29Hw0RSUdI/AAAAAAAAARM/LD1CStmjWKM/s400/December+07+713.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Family movie parties. My favorites include It's a Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story and A Muppet Christmas Carol. Jared is a big Grinch fan (the old one). Emily is just in it for the popcorn and hot chocolate.

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147411811688141282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29HxURSUeI/AAAAAAAAARU/I836W1S4qv0/s400/December+07+716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
Holiday decorations, in this case at the Zoo.

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147411820278075890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29Hx0RSUfI/AAAAAAAAARc/S-AiSL9N3F0/s400/December+07+735.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
No &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus"&gt;Festivus&lt;/a&gt; miracle this year, kids. Here you see the aftermath of the Feats of Strength:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147412357148987922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29IRERSUhI/AAAAAAAAARs/btS4MHiObWM/s400/December+07+767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
Christmas cookies. Need I say more?

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29IQ0RSUgI/AAAAAAAAARk/AGNcZTKcM7w/s1600-h/December+07+764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147412352854020610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29IQ0RSUgI/AAAAAAAAARk/AGNcZTKcM7w/s400/December+07+764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
OK, so this one doesn't actually have anything to do with December, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somebody's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got to make sure we're practicing good oral hygiene. Jared is using his own tooth brush, by the way.

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147411794508272050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29HwURSUbI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/DhPIzV3W3nM/s400/December+07+699.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

Pretty clothes. Thanks for the dress Mom! &lt;div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147449371177144882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29p7kRSUjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/P1xS9Orrnl0/s400/December+07+770.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-6572143240126099463?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/6572143240126099463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=6572143240126099463' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6572143240126099463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6572143240126099463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas.....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R29HwkRSUcI/AAAAAAAAARE/aIw7ptoJR2M/s72-c/December+07+704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-2868565682848700617</id><published>2007-12-16T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:47:53.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft Pie:  A Recipe by Jared Clark</title><content type='html'>At our house, Christmas is largely about food. Jared, even as young as he is, has caught this vision and is pleased to offer a recipe of his own for your.....er.....enjoyment.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appetite&lt;/span&gt;!

For soft pie:

Mix sugar, flour, eggs, salt, apple cider, pumpkin cider and juice.

Stir it. Put it in a bowl (a strong circle thing). Put it in the oven and it makes pumpkin pie for Halloween (with ghosts, witches, etc.). It makes chicken for Thanksgiving and snowmen for Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-2868565682848700617?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/2868565682848700617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=2868565682848700617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2868565682848700617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2868565682848700617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/12/soft-pie-recipe-by-jared-clark.html' title='Soft Pie:  A Recipe by Jared Clark'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-3544139634499847843</id><published>2007-12-11T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:59:40.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa,</title><content type='html'>I want a jungle toy and a Mario Party toy and a pirate toy, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;danja&lt;/span&gt; turtle* toy instead of a pirate toy.

I have been a good boy. I can have some presents.

I have a Santa hat - all the Santa things.

Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reindeers&lt;/span&gt;,

I want to live with you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reindeers&lt;/span&gt; with a sleigh, a gingerbread cookie, and a snowman.

Love,

Jared

*Translation: ninja turtle. We can't seem to convince him of the correct pronunciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-3544139634499847843?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/3544139634499847843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=3544139634499847843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/3544139634499847843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/3544139634499847843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-santa.html' title='Dear Santa,'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-8397186947211082120</id><published>2007-12-09T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:05:27.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>No doubt many of you have been wondering why I've neglected my blog for the past few weeks. My only excuse (and not much of an excuse at that) is that it is the holidays and we've been busy. Here's some of what we've been doing the past couple of months:


In October we took a trip to Arizona for my 10-year high school reunion. Apart from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reconnecting&lt;/span&gt; with friends, we enjoyed some quality time with my family, including a fun-filled afternoon skipping rocks at the river with Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Arnett&lt;/span&gt; (a favorite &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;past time&lt;/span&gt; of Jared's).


&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142120826195526274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x7pbWFwoI/AAAAAAAAANM/Y1daId6hNN0/s400/December+07+154.jpg" /&gt;



&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142120851965330082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x7q7WFwqI/AAAAAAAAANc/UYMVpib-FP8/s400/December+07+186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142120864850231986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x7rrWFwrI/AAAAAAAAANk/1KpaeMSy6kU/s400/December+07+193.jpg" /&gt;
We also enjoyed hosting one of Aaron's brothers and his family. Among other things they helped us celebrate Halloween:
&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142120877735133890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x7sbWFwsI/AAAAAAAAANs/DFYIgwEhH8o/s400/December+07+418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142123158362768082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x9xLWFwtI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8Xyl-sZ1M6s/s400/December+07+464.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142123166952702690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x9xrWFwuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/gjEat6RHrCE/s400/December+07+408.jpg" /&gt;
And for November Aaron and I passed around the flu for 3 weeks (this after getting flu shots):

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yBtLWFw3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/SU1uyNb0oxk/s1600-h/December+07+641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142127487689802610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yBtLWFw3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/SU1uyNb0oxk/s400/December+07+641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As if the flu weren't fun enough, I ended up with pink eye. Aaron couldn't get off work, so I ended up having to take the kids with me to the doctor for an exam so I could get a prescription. When we walked into the exam room, Jared could hardly contain his excitement. Mounted to the wall beside the sink was a box of purple exam gloves! (his favorite color and incidentally, something he'd been wanting since we saw a similar style of plastic gloves at Walmart). The nurse was kind enough to give Jared a pair to take home, which was probably the highlight of his week. In fact, he loved them so much I'm not sure he took them off much those first few days. This is how we found him after he'd gone to bed the evening he brought them home:

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Gratefully, we were all back to normal in time to enjoy Thanksgiving dinner with friends:

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Since then, we've been gearing up for Christmas and enjoying the season. Jared and Emily have been poring over toy catalogs, preparing lists for Santa and otherwise waiting for the big man in red:
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&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142127543524377506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yBwbWFw6I/AAAAAAAAAPc/dbWYVbHMShk/s400/December+07+692.jpg" /&gt;

A few more random shots:

&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142120843375395474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x7qbWFwpI/AAAAAAAAANU/DLCLafR_lUQ/s400/December+07+156.jpg" /&gt; I love that my kids enjoy watching cooking shows as much as I do:

&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142123184132571906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x9yrWFwwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uDLFfUAT6yU/s400/December+07+476.jpg" /&gt;Jared's latest form of entertainment. He calls it "throwing a party."

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yBvLWFw4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/QEOypuuaA0c/s1600-h/December+07+647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142127522049540994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yBvLWFw4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/QEOypuuaA0c/s400/December+07+647.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yBv7WFw5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NEvMxYAyv90/s1600-h/December+07+651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142127534934442898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yBv7WFw5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/NEvMxYAyv90/s400/December+07+651.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Emily loves to be in time out. Yes, you read that right. Here she is enjoying a little thinking time in the corner after hitting her brother. The funniest thing is that she actually stays there until we call her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x_YLWFwzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EH1Zo3jekHo/s1600-h/December+07+580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142124927889294130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x_YLWFwzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/EH1Zo3jekHo/s400/December+07+580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping Daddy with the dishes:

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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x9yLWFwvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ccZDs5M3Ows/s1600-h/December+07+510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142123175542637298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x9yLWFwvI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ccZDs5M3Ows/s400/December+07+510.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142130373907825602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1yEVLWFw8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/XBxIR3xyL78/s400/Familypic22007_edited-3.jpg" /&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/1966029984506496961-8397186947211082120?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/8397186947211082120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=8397186947211082120' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8397186947211082120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8397186947211082120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/R1x7pbWFwoI/AAAAAAAAANM/Y1daId6hNN0/s72-c/December+07+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-835180246919842347</id><published>2007-11-04T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:24:46.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #4</title><content type='html'>Today, I was talking to Jared about when he was a baby and asked him if he knew that once he lived in my tummy.  He wondered, "Did you eat me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-835180246919842347?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/835180246919842347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=835180246919842347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/835180246919842347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/835180246919842347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/11/jaredism-4.html' title='Jaredism #4'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-7085218200179462544</id><published>2007-10-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:08:21.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evacuation</title><content type='html'>I'm tired and nervous this evening. Fires are raging, uncontrolled throughout San Diego county and though we are currently several miles from any of the major blazes, we still had a scare of our own this afternoon.

We were just contemplating going for a swim, when a fire (source unknown)ignited the trees along a wall bordering our apartment building. We had less than 5 minutes gather our children and belongings, pile into the car, and get out.* Gratefully, it was quickly contained and tonight we are feeling tremedously blessed to be safely back home.

*For a more detailed report, I'll refer you to &lt;a href="http://forbiddendonut7.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aaron's blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-7085218200179462544?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/7085218200179462544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=7085218200179462544' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7085218200179462544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/7085218200179462544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/10/evacuation.html' title='Evacuation'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-5926422477042364728</id><published>2007-10-10T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:06:47.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>Am I the only person in the world that would rather make her own birthday dinner and dessert instead of having someone else do it for her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-5926422477042364728?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/5926422477042364728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=5926422477042364728' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5926422477042364728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/5926422477042364728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-9105197929472424892</id><published>2007-09-25T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:30:40.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 Jobs I've Had&lt;/strong&gt;

Boys summer camp cook
MTC Bookstore stocker/checker
BYU diploma person
MIT grad admissions

&lt;strong&gt;4 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over Again&lt;/strong&gt;

Emma
Anne of Green Gables
Christmas Movies (e.g. A Muppet Christmas Carol, It's A Wonderful Life, A Christmas Story)
It's a tie between Life Is Beautiful and Waiting For Guffman (edited, please)

&lt;strong&gt;4 Places I Have Lived&lt;/strong&gt;

Austin, TX
Provo, UT
Cambridge, Mass.
San Diego, CA (La Mesa if we're being technical)

&lt;strong&gt;4 Favorite Places to Visit&lt;/strong&gt;

NYC
Disneyland
San Francisco
Hawaii

&lt;strong&gt;4 Favorite Desserts&lt;/strong&gt;

Dark chocolate anything
Cheesecake
Cinnamon rolls (does this count? a dessert you can eat for breakfast - what is better than that?)
Apple crisp with quality ice cream

&lt;strong&gt;4 Favorite Dinners&lt;/strong&gt;

Good, authentic Mexican anything
Shellfish of all kinds and preparations
Creamy/cheesy Italian anything - or can just plain cheese count as dinner?
Pizza the way they do it back East

&lt;strong&gt;4 Websites I Visit Daily&lt;/strong&gt;

Food Network (my homepage - yes, I know I'm obsessed)
Google
Various sites with free coloring pages for Jared
Blogs

&lt;strong&gt;4 of My Hobbies&lt;/strong&gt;

Cooking
Food (no, this is not the same thing as cooking)
Planning stuff - family events, holidays, trips, etc.
Outings/activities/travel with my family

&lt;strong&gt;4 People I Tag&lt;/strong&gt;

Erica Burgess
Shelly Astle
Aaron Clark
Michelle Jones

What are some of your favorites?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-9105197929472424892?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/9105197929472424892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=9105197929472424892' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/9105197929472424892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/9105197929472424892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-769626525865995823</id><published>2007-09-11T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T19:49:31.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RuoLBKuHwVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/nAT0lU6Z2M8/s1600-h/August+and+Hawaii+2007+888.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's better than a week-long vacation to Hawaii? A week long vacation to Hawaii without your children! Yes folks, Aaron and I just returned from a lovely trip to Oahu, which I would classify as perhaps the best vacation of my life. Sigh.....a full week in paradise with no diapers, no chores, and nobody waking us up at night. Aloha!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Here are the highlights:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Day 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After a 2 1/2 hour delay in LA, and a 5-hour flight across the Pacific, we finally arrived in Honolulu, picked up the rental car and headed across the mountains to our B&amp;amp;B in the town of Kailua on the eastern shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109534874793394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rui25auHwHI/AAAAAAAAALE/pmDImOjw6oA/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Later that evening we were driving through the back roads of a small town called Lanakai in search of a nice bit of beach when we happened upon actress Elizabeth Mitchell of &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/bios?pn=cast&amp;amp;name=Elizabeth%20Mitchell"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fame, while she was out for an evening jog. She looked just like she does on TV, only sweatier.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109157128124743554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RudfVquHv4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wH3qQ_r0M34/s400/juliet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still on CA time, we were up at 5 a.m., so we packed up and headed to Kailua Beach to watch the sunrise: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109159331442966418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RudhV6uHv5I/AAAAAAAAAJU/otVEU2SYGeM/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+578.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the morning we drove an hour up the coast to the Laie Temple, followed by lunch at the famed North Shore shrimp trucks......mmmmmm! I'm still dreaming about these garlic shrimp:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109899234048983282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RuoCR6uHwPI/AAAAAAAAAME/Td7tJBWCCcw/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109899234048983266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RuoCR6uHwOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FoCEU41fVIE/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we headed over to the Polynesian Cultural Center for a bit of....well....Polynesian culture, including hula lessons, a lei greeting, and of course, a luau. I tried a bit of everything, including poi, poke (raw tuna marinated in seaweed, chilies and other fun stuff), taro rolls, and of course, the whole roast pig, cooked in an underground pit. Yummy!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109534909153132722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rui27auHwLI/AAAAAAAAALk/62jw_Jg6iqE/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+654.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109899221164081346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RuoCRKuHwMI/AAAAAAAAALs/3fHG8Sksfms/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+649.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109899229754015954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RuoCRquHwNI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LIw38643Sgo/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+653.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;That orange drink that Thing is pouring in the bottom corner of the picture was pretty good too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my old high school friends just happens to live on Oahu, so Wednesday morning we met up with him and his family and drove up to the North Shore again for a day of hiking at beautiful Wimea falls:
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109534891973263506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rui26auHwJI/AAAAAAAAALU/HZpOJ_mJ7Jo/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Check out some of the crazy jungle plants. So pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;After our hike we grabbed a quick shave ice at the famed Matsumotos in Haleiwa before heading south for some shopping and dinner. You can get shave ice here with these sweet beans packed into the middle of the cone. They look like black beans, and tasted....um......like sweet black beans. In the future I think when it comes to snow cones, I'm a purist.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109532405187199042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rui0pquHwEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hmEnXhWPH-w/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+690.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Day 4:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Thursday we got up with the sunrise again and headed for Haunama Bay for my favorite part of the trip: snorkeling in the reef. &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109180016005463970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rud0J6uHv6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/67wfPoK-tw0/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div&gt;It was my first time snorkeling and it was fabulous! Aside from all the coral, crabs, and dozens of colorful fish we encountered, we also ran into a green sea turtle feeding in the shallows on two separate occasions. We watched him for a while, often close enough to reach out and touch him (which we didn't, because they are endangered and it is illegal). Amazing! Alas, we didn't have an underwater camera, but this is just what he looked like:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109900574078779682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RuoDf6uHwSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Y34Y_l-Bk3Q/s400/turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A very close 2nd to watching the marine life was dinner at one of Honolulu's most renowned restaurants, &lt;a href="http://www.alanwongs.com/kingstreet/ks_dinner.html"&gt;Alan Wong's&lt;/a&gt;........MMMMMMMMMMM!!! I will forgo giving you the full menu (though I'm highly tempted to do so - it was astoundingly good), and instead will simply mention dessert. They call it, "The Coconut:" &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109532392302297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rui0o6uHwDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6SUwmI0dtNw/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+714.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Here's a better look:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Indeed, it does look like a coconut, but it is not! It is heaven on a plate. Actually, it's a coconut pudding sorbet in a dark chocolate shell covered in toasted coconut and served with perfectly ripe fruit and a passion fruit sauce. And yes, it tasted every bit as wonderful as it sounds.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Day 5:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Another morning of snorkeling, where I discovered if you listen closely enough, you can actually hear some of the fish crunching on the rock as they nibble at the plants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Later in the day we hiked into jungle in the mountains to see Manoa Falls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109917569264370034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RuoS9KuHwXI/AAAAAAAAANE/1XjLh67pz3c/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109528114514870290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Ruiwv6uHwBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Ch3Ba0LC59Q/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+784.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Day 6:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quiet day of relaxing on the beach and taking in some more of the amazing scenery:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109528062975262722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Ruiws6uHwAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5YB8OOI0Tm4/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109528045795393506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Ruiwr6uHv-I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Js3CGB-NnmE/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I also made a new friend. Isn't he cute? Jared tells me he is grumpy and that he was telling me, "Go away Mommy, or I will pinch you!" &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Day 7:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;In the morning we headed over to Pearl Harbor and despite the insanely long line (even at 7:30 in the morning!), we were fortunate enough to make it through in time to view the moving 75 minute presentation and boat ride to the memorial just in time to race back to Kailua to check out of our B&amp;amp;B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Interesting facts I did not previously know about Pearl Harbor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- More than 1100 men died on the USS Arizona, including several sets of brothers. The memorial is a registered military graveyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The ship was carrying over 1 million gallons of oil and burned for over 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The ship continues to leak oil today at a rate of about 1-2 quarts per day, which you can see floating on the surface of the water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After checking out of our B&amp;amp;B, we went to church at the nearest building we could find and were more warmly welcomed than I think I have ever been in my life. They even gave us shell leis, which Emily claimed for her collections of "pretty pretties" the moment we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After church we spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the scenery before heading back to the airport for the long flight home. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109180037480300482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rud0LKuHv8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/Fr1zqxa4tx4/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109180028890365874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rud0KquHv7I/AAAAAAAAAJk/qk9XGW-p8hU/s400/August+and+Hawaii+2007+920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;And that's it. Farewell Oahu and "mahalo" for the perfect vacation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-769626525865995823?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/769626525865995823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=769626525865995823' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/769626525865995823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/769626525865995823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/09/paradise-found.html' title='Paradise Found'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rui25auHwHI/AAAAAAAAALE/pmDImOjw6oA/s72-c/August+and+Hawaii+2007+726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-1572260158140133505</id><published>2007-08-29T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T13:05:48.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #3</title><content type='html'>Overheard as the kids were playing this morning:
"You'll never get away with this Emily!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-1572260158140133505?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/1572260158140133505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=1572260158140133505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1572260158140133505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1572260158140133505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/08/jaredism-3.html' title='Jaredism #3'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-1690431006015297089</id><published>2007-08-28T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T08:39:49.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredism #2</title><content type='html'>Jared likes to say prayers on the food.....really long prayers.  Here's just a portion of what we endured last night while dinner got cold:

"....bless Mommy, bless Daddy, bless me, bless Ems, bless the food, bless the drink, bless the fork, bless the napkin, bless the cucmbers, bless my toys, bless Larryboy,* bless the house, bless the stuff in our house, bless the ipod....."

*Larryboy is a character from Jared's favorite TV show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-1690431006015297089?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/1690431006015297089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=1690431006015297089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1690431006015297089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/1690431006015297089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/08/jaredism-2.html' title='Jaredism #2'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-2629667788123159274</id><published>2007-08-05T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T09:46:01.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaredisms #1</title><content type='html'>"I went reverently on the potty, so now I get to have a treat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-2629667788123159274?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/2629667788123159274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=2629667788123159274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2629667788123159274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/2629667788123159274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/08/jaredism-1.html' title='Jaredisms #1'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-4782889159383433545</id><published>2007-07-24T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T07:49:03.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harried Existence</title><content type='html'>Allow me to begin this post by apologizing for neglecting my blog in the weeks since its debut. I've been planning on adding something for a good two weeks now, but I haven't had a moment to spare. Now, before you feel slighted, let me assure you I have a valid excuse.

It is no secret that we Clarks are big Harry Potter fans. Consequently, I've spent the last 2 months - and particularly the last two weeks - completely engrossed in rereading the entire Harry Potter series in preparation for the big release of the final installment this past Friday. In fact, I finished book 6 only hours before Book 7 hit the shelves. Then my copy arrived in the mail Saturday afternoon, and naturally it has required my complete attention ever since. (Hey, a girl's got to keep her priorities straight!)

Aside from neglecting my blog, I thought my obession had little effect on anyone else, other than our family having peanut butter sandwiches for dinner several nights in a row, and the housekeeping falling a bit by the wayside. Apparently however, I have been mistaken. It seems my mania has been rubbing off on my children. Over the last couple weeks, Jared has expressed on more then one occasion excitement about being able to read about "Harry Potter and the dragon when [he] gets bigger," and I have strong suspicions that Emily - bright, little creature that she is - has been sneaking out to the bookshelf by night to study up on all things Harry Potter. In fact, we expect she'll be receiving an owl from Hogwarts any day. Either that, or howler from the Ministry of Magic,* threatening imprisonment for her recent, well-cast Cruciatus curse:

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090694670229515490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RqXH1LcBLOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bwGdcjGCObY/s400/July+2007+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090694657344613586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RqXH0bcBLNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/s7surHdT_iY/s400/July+2007+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
Gratefully though, I finished Book 7 late last night, and with a little luck things will be back to normal by the end of the week. Out of respect for those who are still plugging along, I will simply say that Rowling did not dissappoint! And with Harry Potter out of my life now, all that remains is for me to do is catch up on little sleep and a few chores, and resume life as usual.

And it would hurt for me to wrestle that wand away from Emily.

*Though I suppose being a US citizen they wouldn't actually have jurisdiction over her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-4782889159383433545?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/4782889159383433545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=4782889159383433545' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4782889159383433545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/4782889159383433545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/07/allow-me-to-begin-this-post-by.html' title='Harried Existence'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RqXH1LcBLOI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bwGdcjGCObY/s72-c/July+2007+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-8714958543385424068</id><published>2007-07-01T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T21:26:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emily!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, we celebrated Emily's 1st birthday. Here are a few photos of the festivities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082449720048302082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh9F6hDOAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/X6DFx8148rw/s400/June+2007+291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The birthday girl, checking out her presents. We got her new shoes and a cell phone, since we figured she'd be asking for them eventually anyway:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh6MqhDN6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CcB9hS3c-Ko/s1600-h/June+2007+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082446537477535650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh6MqhDN6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/CcB9hS3c-Ko/s400/June+2007+297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082449973451372562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh9UqhDOBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-_9PyYBRmfI/s400/June+2007+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;She was excited about the shoes, until we actually put them on her feet. Then she started walking around like a kitten with tape stuck on it's paws. Eventually, she did warm up to them though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh6NKhDN8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_sOW0kxeJWE/s1600-h/June+2007+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082446546067470274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh6NKhDN8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/_sOW0kxeJWE/s400/June+2007+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh6NahDN9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6SL3YJTcg-A/s1600-h/June+2007+305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082446550362437586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh6NahDN9I/AAAAAAAAAIE/6SL3YJTcg-A/s400/June+2007+305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The cell phone was a big hit, with both Emily and Jared:

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh5bqhDN4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HSBUASSDjFs/s1600-h/June+2007+314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082445695663945602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh5bqhDN4I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HSBUASSDjFs/s400/June+2007+314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082448302709094370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh7zahDN-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/7F4QntaJsMo/s400/June+2007+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She also got a pair of stylish, new sunglasses from some friends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082449226127063026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh8pKhDN_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/UX7cpHog_Qg/s400/June+2007+337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is blowing out the candle (with a little help from Jared and a friend):

&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082445687074010978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh5bKhDN2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/YZNyQgCdpTc/s400/June+2007+325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
And finally, sampling her first cake:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh4a6hDN1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/t7j_OaL_LXo/s1600-h/June+2007+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082444583267415890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh4a6hDN1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/t7j_OaL_LXo/s400/June+2007+330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh4RahDN0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8NeII8fClc4/s1600-h/June+2007+332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082444420058658626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh4RahDN0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/8NeII8fClc4/s400/June+2007+332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-8714958543385424068?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/8714958543385424068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=8714958543385424068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8714958543385424068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/8714958543385424068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-emily_01.html' title='Happy Birthday Emily!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Roh9F6hDOAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/X6DFx8148rw/s72-c/June+2007+291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-6297285485302339028</id><published>2007-07-01T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:30:28.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Summer everyone! Here's what we've been doing during the month of June: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082357867877709618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogpjahDNzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6uK_k6gvAig/s400/May+2007+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, a day at the San Diego Zoo, one of our favorite places to visit. Jared has recently developed a fascination with spiders and scorpions, and despite his disappointment that the Zoo only provides a caterpillar and butterfly cutout, he humored us with a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogpcKhDNyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OhL4P2y1AA0/s1600-h/May+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082357743323658018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogpcKhDNyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/OhL4P2y1AA0/s400/May+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogpPKhDNxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hqFXvAGn1OE/s1600-h/June+2007+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082357519985358610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogpPKhDNxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hqFXvAGn1OE/s400/June+2007+341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared, preparing to debut his beach body.

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogoB6hDNwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xmx27wiBe3M/s1600-h/June+2007+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082356192840464130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogoB6hDNwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/xmx27wiBe3M/s400/June+2007+275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With summer officially under way, we decided to take a Saturday and enjoy the sunshine at Pacific Beach. The Easter Bunny brought Jared a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Spiderman&lt;/span&gt; kite, which we brought with us to fly for the first time. Despite being beside himself with the anticipation of finally getting to try it out, the sand and waves proved to be far more alluring, and poor Spidey hardly got the chance to stretch his wings.

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rogn5qhDNvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hSXGTgZPzqI/s1600-h/June+2007+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082356051106543346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rogn5qhDNvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/hSXGTgZPzqI/s400/June+2007+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily always gets so excited to go to the beach!

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rognv6hDNuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Bnh2KSBqWK8/s1600-h/June+2007+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082355883602818786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rognv6hDNuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Bnh2KSBqWK8/s400/June+2007+252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RognWahDNtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MozgYVvh9Qs/s1600-h/May+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082355445516154578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RognWahDNtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MozgYVvh9Qs/s400/May+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Regression

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RognJqhDNsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RlHDjbYzL8k/s1600-h/June+2007+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082355226472822466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RognJqhDNsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/RlHDjbYzL8k/s400/June+2007+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First spaghetti......

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rogm-6hDNrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VE-yN5GAxfY/s1600-h/June+2007+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082355041789228722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/Rogm-6hDNrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/VE-yN5GAxfY/s400/June+2007+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... followed promptly by bath time.

&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogmHqhDNqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5IHbm6ZAt2c/s1600-h/May+2007+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082354092601456290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogmHqhDNqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/5IHbm6ZAt2c/s400/May+2007+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RoglPKhDNpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/__M8W7I01Ec/s1600-h/May+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082353121938847378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RoglPKhDNpI/AAAAAAAAAFk/__M8W7I01Ec/s400/May+2007+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the Cubs were in town, Aaron took Jared to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Petco&lt;/span&gt; Park
to cheer them on. Here's Jared on the subway, sporting his beloved "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cubbies&lt;/span&gt; hat."

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogkLahDNoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HtXoQqSLd7Y/s1600-h/Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082351958002710146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogkLahDNoI/AAAAAAAAAFc/HtXoQqSLd7Y/s400/Emily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Ems &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RofifahDNVI/AAAAAAAAABs/9hFpVPmSY1Y/s1600-h/May+2007+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RofQlKhDNJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fcABo6lt3Uc/s1600-h/Emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1966029984506496961-6297285485302339028?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/6297285485302339028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=6297285485302339028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6297285485302339028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/6297285485302339028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-summer-jared-preparing-to-debut.html' title='June Photos'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e5eax7hTCLU/RogpjahDNzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/6uK_k6gvAig/s72-c/May+2007+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1966029984506496961.post-3652299308994977794</id><published>2007-07-01T12:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:58:38.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the blog!</title><content type='html'>In response to numerous requests for pictures of the kids and due of my flakiness in responding to those requests (not to mention the fact that when I send pictures the files are always ridiculously HUGE), allow me to present my blog. My plan is to use this site mainly to post pictures, though perhaps one day I'll get adventurous enough to provide a more extensive commentary to accompany them. In the mean time, enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1966029984506496961-3652299308994977794?l=michellesundecided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/feeds/3652299308994977794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1966029984506496961&amp;postID=3652299308994977794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/3652299308994977794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1966029984506496961/posts/default/3652299308994977794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellesundecided.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-blog_01.html' title='Welcome to the blog!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17398245146239337670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
