<?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-5856837387837864822</id><updated>2011-09-16T23:45:21.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MN Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-9100885916775290452</id><published>2009-01-04T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:16:43.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I state that I am a big hockey fan and I hardly post anything about hockey.  (Well, really I hardly post).  Last night Mike and I had a blast.  We went down to Mariucci.  The Gopher's were playing North Eastern.  The Gopher's really didn't dominate the game, but they did win in overtime.  After overtime they had chuck-a-puck event, and Mike though five pucks.  He almost won, he was the third puck from being the closest to center ice.  He did pretty good for over three hundred pucks were thrown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-9100885916775290452?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9100885916775290452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=9100885916775290452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/9100885916775290452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/9100885916775290452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2009/01/hockey.html' title='Hockey'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-1431683650836136146</id><published>2008-12-09T16:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:11:13.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Winter</title><content type='html'>Winter is here!  Snow is on the ground.  Cars are full of salt.  Down jackets are needed.  So lucky that I only have to drive five miles to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-1431683650836136146?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1431683650836136146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=1431683650836136146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1431683650836136146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1431683650836136146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-winter.html' title='Happy Winter'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-18629801111158578</id><published>2008-08-28T07:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:04:29.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most of August</title><content type='html'>Once again the month has slipped away.  Where did it go since my last post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a sudden call that the painter could squeeze us in, so we had to prep the house.  Then the painter was here for the whole day.  And then a day getting the house back in order after the painting was finished.  Also, we had the kitchen painted a different color, which also meant a lot of shopping for new items to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spent over a week and a half being sick.  It was horrible, I didn't have the energy to do anything but sit there.  Didn't even have the energy to watch TV.  With the kids going back to school, it just made me feel worse because there where things I wanted to do and couldn't.  I didn't make supper for the family for the whole time.  I really felt like an outsider in our house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally started to feel better the computer got a nasty virus.  Did it catch it from me??  I do have to pat myself on the back though, my whole family was "take it into the Geek Squad", but with endurance I got it fix on my own!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are off to the MN State Fair.  Should be fun.  Everyone has a list of what they want to eat at the fair.  So I have already though of a scrapbook page focused on the "eats" at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to September and everyone being well (including the computer)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-18629801111158578?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/18629801111158578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=18629801111158578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/18629801111158578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/18629801111158578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/most-of-august.html' title='Most of August'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-1632010887260699096</id><published>2008-08-09T21:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T07:38:02.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>Oh man, the last couple of days have been so busy. It all started with the painters finally calling on Wednesday and saying that he could get to painting our house the next day, Thursday. We were suppose to have a week notice. So Mike and I get home from work to work on getting everything off and away from the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I don't work, and the painters were here all day, so I was kept busy keeping everyone out of their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, after work, was shopping for rugs since we made a change to the color in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, was shopping all day too. Finalizing the rugs, getting school supplies and clothes, and some new things for the kitchen. And also putting everything back in their place from the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is exciting, but man I am so ready to just sit and relax for an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-1632010887260699096?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1632010887260699096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=1632010887260699096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1632010887260699096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1632010887260699096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-2533514322384750397</id><published>2008-07-27T07:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:32:42.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Rocks!</title><content type='html'>To sum up my day -- WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a productive day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; in St. Cloud with three of my friends. I worked on my Disney photos from two summers ago. But I was in for a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;... I came home to a clean house! My hubby cleaned the house!! Mike, YOU ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is even more, Mike took Tate to a local beach and he says that he is swimming. I guess that there was a little girl there that was about two years older then Tate and she had taken three years of swim lesson and Tate was doing better than her! What a complete turn around from years before. Tate hated the water and if you would try and take him in, he would stand on your head if he could. Tate I am so proud of you! Tate, YOU ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Will, he told me that he loves me without being all sweaty and stinky for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dryland&lt;/span&gt; and weight lifting. Normally I only get the "I Love You" when he is all sweaty and stinky!! Will, YOU ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-2533514322384750397?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2533514322384750397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=2533514322384750397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/2533514322384750397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/2533514322384750397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/lots-of-rocks.html' title='Lots of Rocks!'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-6618645881015476696</id><published>2008-07-19T09:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T12:27:39.122-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>We did do something for the Fourth but I was unable to post earlier because Tate has kidnapped the computer the last couple days. He discovered an online game and wants to play is constantly. Well, anyway on to the main part of the post... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather for the Fourth was perfect, warm enough for shorts but not so hot that you were sweating. So we decided to drive to Excelsior to watch the MN Orchestra play with fireworks on the lake following the music. We picked up Subway, found a great place to sit and just sat and relax. The orchestra was great, of course both Will and Tate enjoyed the piece that was the Superman theme. The fireworks were awesome and it was fun to play with my camera to try and get some great photos. At one point Will asked me if I was going to stop taking photos and just watch the fireworks. I had to kindly explain that as he enjoys watching the fireworks, I enjoy taking photos of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIILxA5XAyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YJXJwYkyy20/s1600-h/fouth-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224751454385275682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIILxA5XAyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YJXJwYkyy20/s400/fouth-photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIL5fIA35I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Z5bIk6Vb8s/s1600-h/MN-O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224751599938756498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIL5fIA35I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2Z5bIk6Vb8s/s400/MN-O.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIMGzocE8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Mwaq8fEhacc/s1600-h/Spark-Tate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224751828781765570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIMGzocE8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/Mwaq8fEhacc/s400/Spark-Tate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIMROBrjdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jeAEZnWi3oo/s1600-h/Spark-Will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224752007665651154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIMROBrjdI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jeAEZnWi3oo/s400/Spark-Will.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIMcdpXAqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/20U6-fwRiHE/s1600-h/Fireworks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224752200837169826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIIMcdpXAqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/20U6-fwRiHE/s400/Fireworks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5856837387837864822-6618645881015476696?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6618645881015476696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=6618645881015476696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6618645881015476696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6618645881015476696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SIILxA5XAyI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YJXJwYkyy20/s72-c/fouth-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-9052504507621362760</id><published>2008-06-29T16:59:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:27:27.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally we are having some nice weather and we were able to go to a local beach. Every year Tate gets a little more comfortable with the water, but he still had more fun in the sand. Will being a teenager, mostly sat on the blanket but he did get into the action when he found a stray bucket and decided to make sure his brother was extra wet!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217443158200155154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SGgU6MBP_BI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bZXg8LNrDvE/s400/Sandy-Tate.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217443854861181250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SGgVivSLoUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/9JQ0H43JYWc/s400/Water-play.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, last weekend we finally took my Dad and Mom down to the Mall of America. My Dad use to race sprint cars in his youth, so I wanted him to try the simulated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nascar&lt;/span&gt; racing. This was my Father's day gift to my Dad. We raced two tracks, but unfortunately my Dad said that he got shaken around too much and had to stop after the first race. After the second race we just walked around some and then had lunch at Famous Dave's. It was a very enjoyable day! Oh, and by the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; you are wondering, Will won the first race and I can in last on both races!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217446639076497474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SGgYEzS12EI/AAAAAAAAAHM/apgfkUyQvy0/s400/Racing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-9052504507621362760?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9052504507621362760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=9052504507621362760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/9052504507621362760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/9052504507621362760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-we-are-having-some-nice-weather.html' title=''/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SGgU6MBP_BI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bZXg8LNrDvE/s72-c/Sandy-Tate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-8608135010529105214</id><published>2008-06-16T19:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T19:54:22.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles and Phone</title><content type='html'>Tate loves to chew gum.  Today we were just sitting playing a board game and he started to push the gum out with his tongue.  I talked him through blowing a bubble and he did it on the first try.  We tried again and Tate couldn't get it, but a little more practice and he can blow a bubble almost every time now.  He was so happy.  It was so cute seeing him just so excited to do something that we, as adults, just do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a smile and a laugh today when Tate decided to answer the phone.  It was a solicitation call, so I yelled to Will not to get it.  But Tate decided to answer it anyway.  The person on the other side of the phone ask for Michael.  Tate then said "Michael!?, who is Michael"  He then continued on saying that Michael is not available.  The whole time I am trying to get the phone from him.  Then Tate finally realized that they wanted his Dad.  So the speech of... Oh, you want Mike.  Mike is his nickname.  Everyone in the family calls him Mike.  Oh, my gosh was I laughing so hard!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-8608135010529105214?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8608135010529105214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=8608135010529105214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8608135010529105214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8608135010529105214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/06/bubbles-and-phone.html' title='Bubbles and Phone'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-1022565329984534778</id><published>2008-05-31T06:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T06:58:45.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MN Zoo</title><content type='html'>Sleep is so precious!  All of us were able to sleep in today, but Mike was going golfing.  And for Mike to get out of the house for him without waking any one is next to impossible!  Guess who he woke today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice day at the MN Zoo for Tate's field trip yesterday.  The weather was a little misty at first but by the time we got to the zoo that had stopped.  The reminder of the time was cold but not overly too cold.  Some highlights were the seahorse, a sea dragon, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt; and the gibbon.  The seahorse and the sea dragon look so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fictitious&lt;/span&gt;!  The sea dragon look liked something out of a Dr. Seuss book.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; the baby was butting horns with the parent.  And the gibbon swinging back and forth in just a couple seconds, WOW!  Actually the gibbon was the best part because it was what Tate wanted to see.  We had stopped at the exhibit and both gibbons were just sitting there.  And when we started to walk away, one took fight.  Tate just stopped in the middle of the walkway and just stared.  It was great to see the awe in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend.  I am off to do some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;.  I packed light so I hope I can still get some pages done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-1022565329984534778?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1022565329984534778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=1022565329984534778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1022565329984534778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1022565329984534778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/mn-zoo.html' title='MN Zoo'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-7411199931017499846</id><published>2008-05-22T21:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:11:32.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketch blog</title><content type='html'>I found this sketch blog and decided to give it a whirl. Here is my take on the Monday sketch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203404188161364642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SDY0ilIjUqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o5Wr22AlXQ4/s400/mla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why are you still on my blog, go get your layout going too! The sketch I used is found at &lt;a href="http://sketchesbytamara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sketches By Tamara&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-7411199931017499846?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7411199931017499846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=7411199931017499846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7411199931017499846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7411199931017499846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/sketch-blog.html' title='Sketch blog'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SDY0ilIjUqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/o5Wr22AlXQ4/s72-c/mla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-7555260464436919438</id><published>2008-05-18T08:36:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:06:30.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Hope all you mothers out there had a wonderful day of appreciation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a trying weekend for me that started on Friday at 7am. Friday started bright and early with cleaning my house since I was having a baby shower for one of my best friends on Saturday. The rest of Friday was cleaning, grocery shopping, food preparation and decorating. Saturday was the shower, it started around 11am and everyone left close to 4pm. Then on to church and finally drop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time it was Sunday, I was so grateful that Mother's Day was at my mom's house! We had a yummy brunch. My contribution was fruit that was left over from the shower, how great is that! Very relaxing day and the guys did a great job of setting up the food and cleaning up afterwards. There was many times the kitchen was full of all the guys. I have a great family and in-laws and would not change a thing. Love you all!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201730911882498562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SDBCtFPs0gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iUgfot8-HiM/s400/Mothers-Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-7555260464436919438?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7555260464436919438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=7555260464436919438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7555260464436919438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7555260464436919438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SDBCtFPs0gI/AAAAAAAAAGc/iUgfot8-HiM/s72-c/Mothers-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-7613665393600111016</id><published>2008-05-14T14:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:48:03.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmation</title><content type='html'>Will received confirmation a couple of weekends ago at the St. Paul Cathedral. It was a really nice ceremony by Archbishop Flynn. Our church was the biggest group and took over two sections at the Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will's Grandma Mary Kersch was his sponsor. She did a great job teaching him and helping him grow spiritually. She is a great wealth of knowledge. Will is blessed to have her as a sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately though, I don't think the whole proceeding meant to much to Will, except that he doesn't have to go to religion class any more. I hope that religion in the later years does help Will to continue to grow into a mature and well rounded adult. Until that happens and he is living under our roof he will continue to go to church with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few photographs from the night. The other boy is Alec, a classmate in Will's religion class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SCtOEVPs0dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VGz9Vr5XZ8E/s1600-h/Will-Confirmation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200336031058809298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SCtOEVPs0dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VGz9Vr5XZ8E/s320/Will-Confirmation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SCtOcVPs0fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vKFUcQhPBIA/s1600-h/St-Paul-Cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200336443375669746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SCtOcVPs0fI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vKFUcQhPBIA/s320/St-Paul-Cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SCtOQlPs0eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MFZw1TYY8yM/s1600-h/Will-Alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200336241512206818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SCtOQlPs0eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MFZw1TYY8yM/s320/Will-Alex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-7613665393600111016?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7613665393600111016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=7613665393600111016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7613665393600111016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7613665393600111016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/05/confirmation.html' title='Confirmation'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/SCtOEVPs0dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VGz9Vr5XZ8E/s72-c/Will-Confirmation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-3604344996315601603</id><published>2008-03-30T17:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T17:05:12.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am alive.  It has been a very busy last couple of months but it is finally getting back to normal.  After being unemployed for over a year, I found a job out of the blue!  It took sometime getting schedules into a normal routine, so now I finally have some time to do things I enjoy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to do a lot of scrapbooking lately and will be posting some very fine works of art soon. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I hope you all had a great winter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-3604344996315601603?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3604344996315601603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=3604344996315601603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3604344996315601603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3604344996315601603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2008/03/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-289992526138504156</id><published>2007-09-11T06:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T07:11:54.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out...</title><content type='html'>My son Will did this in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remembrance&lt;/span&gt; of 9/11. He did it over a month ago and put it on You Tube today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeA9LqxlB6Y#GU5U2spHI_4"&gt;Wills You Tube Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-289992526138504156?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/289992526138504156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=289992526138504156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/289992526138504156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/289992526138504156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/09/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out...'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-7711051338978295541</id><published>2007-08-29T08:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T08:42:05.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes, where did August go??</title><content type='html'>Wow, the month is almost gone and I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;entirely&lt;/span&gt; sure where it went!!  Well, a good two weeks of it was on vacation and then a couple more days getting the house back in order.  Then it was getting the kids ready for school with school supply shopping, clothes shopping and open houses.  I also watched my sister-in-laws kids three days, which I had to get up early and that put me in a fog the rest of the day.  I definately have to make sure to get my butt to bed when school starts for the boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the month is going to be going to the State Fair, working at the scrapbook store and then it is September.  I am so anxious for school to start so I can give my house a good cleaning, get all my photos developed, work on design team projects for Scrappin' and get ready for the October scrapbook retreat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-7711051338978295541?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7711051338978295541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=7711051338978295541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7711051338978295541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7711051338978295541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/08/yikes-where-did-august-go.html' title='Yikes, where did August go??'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-5574719676684083334</id><published>2007-07-31T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T22:00:09.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost out of here...</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy getting ready for our vacation. We are heading off to upstate NY to visit my husband's relatives. I finished my swap for the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scd&lt;/span&gt; board and finished my circle journal page. Also had the car &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;maintenance done&lt;/span&gt;, got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every ones&lt;/span&gt; haircut, found a new pair of shorts and still tons to do. So I might not be posting again for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my entry for Carrie's circle journal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RrADo6kUXCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V7nucz7whYU/s1600-h/lemonade-cj-entry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093575180007267362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RrADo6kUXCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V7nucz7whYU/s320/lemonade-cj-entry.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/5856837387837864822-5574719676684083334?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5574719676684083334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=5574719676684083334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5574719676684083334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5574719676684083334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-out-of-here.html' title='Almost out of here...'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RrADo6kUXCI/AAAAAAAAAF8/V7nucz7whYU/s72-c/lemonade-cj-entry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-3338296038614921968</id><published>2007-07-13T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T09:06:20.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The way I see it...</title><content type='html'>The young have tons of imagination and creativity, so let them have fun and time to explore without adult interference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the adults can take a photo or two of them having their exploring time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086697764461567266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RpeUqpKBXSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F28tp_aCHrQ/s320/Tate-scrapbooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-3338296038614921968?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3338296038614921968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=3338296038614921968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3338296038614921968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3338296038614921968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/way-i-see-it.html' title='The way I see it...'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RpeUqpKBXSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F28tp_aCHrQ/s72-c/Tate-scrapbooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-5685162026051796664</id><published>2007-07-10T07:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:13:43.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Design Gig!</title><content type='html'>I have a design gig!! I am making samples for a new scrapbook store in Delano, MN. It is opening today. Here is the sign that will be hanging from the store front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085560765613977730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RpOKkmYVsII/AAAAAAAAAFk/YmpnDZCy1oU/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner really wants to keep the samples just what she has in the store. Since everything hasn't been unpacked at the store yet I am not sure what I can all use. So needless to say my first sample is a little plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085561633197371538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RpOLXGYVsJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TacYkjXDRdk/s400/Sleeping+Doorhang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-5685162026051796664?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5685162026051796664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=5685162026051796664' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5685162026051796664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5685162026051796664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/design-gig.html' title='Design Gig!'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RpOKkmYVsII/AAAAAAAAAFk/YmpnDZCy1oU/s72-c/DSC_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-6368968629415333713</id><published>2007-07-06T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T08:06:55.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth</title><content type='html'>Had a good fourth. Busy but good. We had some friends and family over for brats and hamburgers. Everyone just had a good time. Here are a couple of photos from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ro5frWYVsGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vC979IO5bxo/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106227694547042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ro5frWYVsGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vC979IO5bxo/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ro5gEmYVsHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0JOCrNWjSPg/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106661486243954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ro5gEmYVsHI/AAAAAAAAAFc/0JOCrNWjSPg/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-6368968629415333713?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6368968629415333713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=6368968629415333713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6368968629415333713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6368968629415333713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/fourth.html' title='The Fourth'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ro5frWYVsGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vC979IO5bxo/s72-c/DSC_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-1854642800836177046</id><published>2007-07-02T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T07:02:18.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I have been tagged. Not sure where it started, so there is no stopping it now! Here are the rules, post 7 random things about yourself on your blog and then tag 7 others to play. The 7 people I tag do the same thing and so and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seven random things...&lt;br /&gt;* Don't care for ice cream&lt;br /&gt;* Love to do sudoku puzzles&lt;br /&gt;* If I have money in my pocket I can't find a thing to buy&lt;br /&gt;* I go to the grocery store almost every day&lt;br /&gt;* Will, Tate and I seat danced to "At the Car Wash" at Taco Johns today&lt;br /&gt;* Love the smell of coffee but can't stand to drink it&lt;br /&gt;* My first job was in retail and to this day I still straighten racks when shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum, now to the harder part who to tag...my choices are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mackison.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Barbipoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shelleyssilverlining.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scrapthosememories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tobey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amanda-b.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mirandasscrapsite.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miranda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becky-navywife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Becky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fatandscrappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-1854642800836177046?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1854642800836177046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=1854642800836177046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1854642800836177046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1854642800836177046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/07/wow-i-have-been-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-6012507708732733447</id><published>2007-06-29T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:41:45.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera and Strawberries</title><content type='html'>Well, I did it!  I went out and bought a new camera.  I bought the Nikon D40.  I have only played with it a little bit and I am loving it!!  Love the quick shutter response!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a quick post today as I am off to pick strawberries with the neighbor.  I remember picking them a few years ago and they are so sweet and big this time of year.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the problem is do I bring my camera and get a few great shots and risk getting it dirty the first day I have it.  I will be debating until the last minute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-6012507708732733447?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6012507708732733447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=6012507708732733447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6012507708732733447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6012507708732733447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/camera-and-strawberries.html' title='Camera and Strawberries'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-6462116601266732726</id><published>2007-06-20T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:13:51.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball</title><content type='html'>Tate's baseball is the cutest thing ever.  When the kids hit the ball foul, all the kids on the field start saying, foul ball over and over.  So this young girl in the stands made a comment about how they all sound like a bunch of chickens.  The funny part is that they did.  I got a chuckle out of her comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the times that Tate was up he was the last batter .  There are no outs so the last batter is just to run and basically not stop.  Most of the kids don't get that.  But not Tate, of course he loves to run.  So he hit and ran the bases like crazy.  The kids are so young they always over or under throw the ball and because of this Tate got a home run.  My baby got a home run, sort of speak!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-6462116601266732726?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6462116601266732726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=6462116601266732726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6462116601266732726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6462116601266732726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/baseball.html' title='Baseball'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-5046471801267360883</id><published>2007-06-19T08:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T08:30:22.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive carefully!</title><content type='html'>First I will start by staying that it is so hard to imagine that Will is almost done with Driver's Ed.  He could start driving with an adult in under a week.  I remember when I started driving and now to think that I have a child old enough to drive.  Wow I feel old, but I also feel excited for Will.  This is a huge step to growing up and I think that he should handle it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the topic of this post, Mike and I had to attend a informational meeting for Will's Driver's Ed class.  The main propose of the meeting was to stress to wear your seat belts and to pay attention to your driving and those around you.  This lesson really hit home as I have a good friend, Kim, who just lost her mother due to both of these reasons.  Kim's mother and father were heading home from her house and a car pulled out in front of them.  Not sure if this driver was talking on the cell, eating something or maybe changing radio stations.  Whatever it was he/she was not paying attention.  Kim's parents tried to stop but couldn't.  Kim's mother wasn't wearing her seat belt and was killed instantly.  Her father was wearing his seat belt, treated and released from the hospital the same day.  So please everyone, new and old drivers,  buckle up and pay 100% attention to the road!  And say a prayer for Kim and her family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-5046471801267360883?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5046471801267360883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=5046471801267360883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5046471801267360883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5046471801267360883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/drive-carefully.html' title='Drive carefully!'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-4441917240348515312</id><published>2007-06-12T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:35:10.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm6803Rc74I/AAAAAAAAAFM/FmKjXRqb7sw/s1600-h/DSCF0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075201446469496706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm6803Rc74I/AAAAAAAAAFM/FmKjXRqb7sw/s400/DSCF0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm67-HRc73I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZRNXMFWxLLg/s1600-h/DSCF0223_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075200505871658866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm67-HRc73I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZRNXMFWxLLg/s400/DSCF0223_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm664XRc72I/AAAAAAAAAE8/e-Smw5MExx4/s1600-h/DSCF0217_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075199307575783266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm664XRc72I/AAAAAAAAAE8/e-Smw5MExx4/s400/DSCF0217_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm62zHRc71I/AAAAAAAAAE0/7g5pt9n5hCg/s1600-h/DSCN0930_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075194819334958930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm62zHRc71I/AAAAAAAAAE0/7g5pt9n5hCg/s400/DSCN0930_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm614nRc70I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WwyTsQmC8T8/s1600-h/DSCN0933_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075193814312611650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm614nRc70I/AAAAAAAAAEs/WwyTsQmC8T8/s400/DSCN0933_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-4441917240348515312?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4441917240348515312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=4441917240348515312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/4441917240348515312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/4441917240348515312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/parade-photos.html' title='Parade Photos'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rm6803Rc74I/AAAAAAAAAFM/FmKjXRqb7sw/s72-c/DSCF0213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-1937201411820427407</id><published>2007-06-11T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T13:03:34.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I will survive!</title><content type='html'>What a busy week!  Started last week Monday, we had to get ready for the garage sale that was starting on Wednesday.  The sale was Wed. through Friday.  Then I had to work at the scrapbook store on Saturday.  Sunday was the local parade from 1 to 4.  Of course I had to be there since my Mom and Dad were part of the parade.  I will download a few photos soon.  We doubled the day with father's day too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reprieve&lt;/span&gt; for today either, I have had to run Will to hockey and Tate to a summer school program, back to home, back to hockey (Will needed his inhaler), back home, back to get Will, to the grocery store, back home, to get Tate, back home, drop Will off at driver's ed, back home, now it is about time to take Tate to baseball.  Lucky, Tate's ball and Will's driver's ed is at the same place and gets done at the same time!  Whew, I am tired just typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, make sure to check out the new CK magazine on page 108.  There is a photo of the new Hall of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Famer's&lt;/span&gt;.  I used to work with Mitchell Kraft at the scrapbook store that I still work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-1937201411820427407?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1937201411820427407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=1937201411820427407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1937201411820427407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1937201411820427407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-survive.html' title='I will survive!'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-5088633799087439643</id><published>2007-06-03T09:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T09:08:52.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I found this website were you they challenge you to create a layout using one word. The word this time around is STOP. I had to submit since I had the prefect photos to go with this word. Here is my layout I submitted to the website &lt;a href="http://onelittleword.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://onelittleword.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071855193832531218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RmLZbUybpRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NMA7GriwgkM/s400/Mom-Stop-pub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-5088633799087439643?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5088633799087439643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=5088633799087439643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5088633799087439643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/5088633799087439643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/06/one-word-challenge.html' title='One Word Challenge'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RmLZbUybpRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NMA7GriwgkM/s72-c/Mom-Stop-pub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-8759625426614666702</id><published>2007-05-21T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T12:03:05.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Feeling</title><content type='html'>Will remember last night to he needed a couple of photos of him doing things that he likes to do for a class.  So this morning I got up early and helped him email the photos so that he could download them at school during the day.  About an hour ago I got a email from Will with just a simple note saying "Thanks Mom!"   This email just made me feel really happy and reminded me a what a good kid Will is!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-8759625426614666702?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8759625426614666702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=8759625426614666702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8759625426614666702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8759625426614666702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-feeling.html' title='Good Feeling'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-1431550955579405182</id><published>2007-05-19T08:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:50:45.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverse</title><content type='html'>Last night I sat up stairs watching the Search for the Ultimate Coyote.  Mike came upstairs and I said that I was not sure why I like watching this.  Mike said yeah, I thought only guys watched it.  So later when he was ready to do to bed, I was watching another version of Coyote.  And he said something about a reversal in roles going on here.  He was referring to what I was watching and what he was downstairs watching.....  Any guess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legally Blonde!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-1431550955579405182?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1431550955579405182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=1431550955579405182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1431550955579405182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/1431550955579405182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/05/reverse.html' title='Reverse'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-8746855086638638765</id><published>2007-05-03T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:51:16.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rjo7pPoMwRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3MeXY0T7xXA/s1600-h/DSCF0120_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060422711059988754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rjo7pPoMwRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3MeXY0T7xXA/s200/DSCF0120_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my goal for this month is to have more then one post. So what better to do then to post right at the start of the month. I really wanted the blog to help me keep track of day to day events so when I scrapbook them I have some place to reference. So my blogging goal is all for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tate came off the bus with his May Day basket and knew that he was going to give it to Will. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rjo8FfoMwSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/416AhUnz2CU/s1600-h/DSCF0118_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060423196391293218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rjo8FfoMwSI/AAAAAAAAAEE/416AhUnz2CU/s200/DSCF0118_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It had six pieces of candy but only one disappeared before it made it to Will's door. Not to bad Tate, I don't think that I could of withstand the candy that well! Tate was so anxious to have Will get home, he kept asking "how much longer". When Will did get home I secretly told Will what was going to happen. Will did a good job and played the big brother role well. So nice to see them have fun together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I posted a few links of website that I like to go to, so enjoy. The one labeled Will's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt; is Will's video!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-8746855086638638765?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8746855086638638765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=8746855086638638765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8746855086638638765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8746855086638638765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-day.html' title='May Day'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rjo7pPoMwRI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3MeXY0T7xXA/s72-c/DSCF0120_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-2074044754965205370</id><published>2007-04-13T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:15:53.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_T7ey7_FI/AAAAAAAAADc/RzUfZHhwNqk/s1600-h/Easter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052990325765438546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="144" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_T7ey7_FI/AAAAAAAAADc/RzUfZHhwNqk/s200/Easter2.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a blast at my brother's place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brainerd&lt;/span&gt;. Got up there around 6pm on Saturday. Stayed up playing cards until 1am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_UMuy7_HI/AAAAAAAAADs/MheHbxnERzE/s1600-h/Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052990622118182002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_UMuy7_HI/AAAAAAAAADs/MheHbxnERzE/s200/Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was snow on the ground for Easter but the day wasn't too &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_U6uy7_II/AAAAAAAAAD0/oaXxfIQkMYw/s1600-h/Easter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052991412392164482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_U6uy7_II/AAAAAAAAAD0/oaXxfIQkMYw/s200/Easter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bad. The trees helped shelter the wind. So we where able to have a Easter egg hunt outside. Mike hind the eggs while we distracted the little ones inside. Will did a good job of distracting by letting them all climb and wrestle around with him. But then he suddenly got up and said that he was going to go outside to help Mike. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_UGOy7_GI/AAAAAAAAADk/cKZt9FUPrnY/s1600-h/Easter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayme came to the rescue and state that Mike was outside just checking to see how much snow they had. About five minutes later Grandma Billie told the kids should go outside. She said this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; the kids were being loud, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; they were being loud they didn't hear her. Finally, they did get outside and did a great job finding all the eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-2074044754965205370?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2074044754965205370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=2074044754965205370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/2074044754965205370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/2074044754965205370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rh_T7ey7_FI/AAAAAAAAADc/RzUfZHhwNqk/s72-c/Easter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-3699931691137384632</id><published>2007-03-28T15:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:09:46.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyber Crop</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-89.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="350" height="262" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=un&amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=288230376157447049&amp;site=widget-89.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=1&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=288230376157447049&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-89.slide.com/p1/288230376157447049/un_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?ad=0&amp;tt=1&amp;amp;sk=0&amp;cy=un&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;th=0&amp;id=288230376157447049&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-89.slide.com/p2/288230376157447049/un_t001_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above are the layouts that I completed at the cyper crop at &lt;a href="http://www.creatingpages.biz/"&gt;Creating Pages&lt;/a&gt;. It was nice to participate in a crop and not have to leave home. I will definately have to do it again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-3699931691137384632?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3699931691137384632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=3699931691137384632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3699931691137384632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3699931691137384632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend.html' title='Cyber Crop'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-3193200904394973247</id><published>2007-03-22T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:10:22.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><content type='html'>So when the cats away the mice will play... Mike is going out of town for the weekend. For work again, hopefully the last time for a long while. Anyway, I am going to try my hand at a cyber crop. Jump on over and going me, it is March 23 &amp; 24 at &lt;a href="http://www.creatingpages.biz/"&gt;Creating Pages&lt;/a&gt;. If you decide to join me please tell them "bshort" sent you. Oh while you are there check out my gallery at &lt;a href="http://www.creating-pages.biz/gallery/showgallery.php?cat=500&amp;amp;ppuser=223"&gt;My CP Gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-3193200904394973247?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3193200904394973247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=3193200904394973247' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3193200904394973247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3193200904394973247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-8842077817882989804</id><published>2007-03-18T11:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T09:02:52.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Adventure</title><content type='html'>So hopefully the title has got your attention and you keep reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to experience the lovely St. Paul over St. Patrick's day. Of course we were not there because we are Irish and it is the place to be. No, we are there for the college hockey tournament. It was a very exciting weekend because the Gopher's won the Final Five and with St. Patrick's day the people watching was the tops! A few memorable people was the guy wearing red Pippy Longstocking hair, the chubby lady in the underwear, the spray-painted green dog, but the best over all was the 70 year old man stick skinny wear tights! I was going to bring my camera but I didn't want to risk getting it lost or broken in the mess of people. Next year I will have to buy a cheap one to take along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-8842077817882989804?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8842077817882989804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=8842077817882989804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8842077817882989804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8842077817882989804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/03/weekend-adventure.html' title='Weekend Adventure'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-532422488909674120</id><published>2007-03-08T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:38:43.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal??</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update to say Mike is back and things are back to the regular groove. Also now it is my turn to head out of town. I am going on a scrapbooking retreat weekend with my friend Terri. It is in central MN, called Camp Shamineau. It houses over 200 people. I hope to get a lot done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RfDWU_s342I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kIIcPP-XWWc/s1600-h/Walk-home-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039763639212958562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RfDWU_s342I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kIIcPP-XWWc/s200/Walk-home-web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am all packed up I gave my hand to a digtal layout. This actually is my second all digtal layout but I am going to claim it as my first! You don't want to see my first! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a good weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-532422488909674120?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/532422488909674120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=532422488909674120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/532422488909674120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/532422488909674120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/03/normal.html' title='Normal??'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RfDWU_s342I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kIIcPP-XWWc/s72-c/Walk-home-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-294857843322310879</id><published>2007-03-01T12:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:19:50.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Travel</title><content type='html'>I feel sorry for Mike. He flew out in the mix of snow on Saturday for New Orleans. First they were suppose to leave at 1:30 and then the airport closed so they disembarked. Reboard around 3:00 to finally get off the ground a while later. Once in the air the plane's deicing mechanism quit working. Now, not being able to land anywhere there was moisture they diverted to Detroit, MI. Boarded another plane and didn't arrive in New Orleans until 10:15, a good six hours after he of arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was suppose to come back today and we are getting hit by another storm. Mike rebooked his flight for tomorrow night. Hopefully all is passed by then and we have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is cancelled for the day but right now the house is quite as both Will and Tate went over to the neighbors to play outside. Luckily, the fridge is stocked and I have a couple of movies so we don't need to go out for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RecX3Yqi3CI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yyal9L6BhPk/s1600-h/Just-be-U-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037020948518329378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RecX3Yqi3CI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yyal9L6BhPk/s200/Just-be-U-web.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RecXiYqi3BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bD6PINU4Lng/s1600-h/beach-boy-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037020587741076498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="182" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RecXiYqi3BI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bD6PINU4Lng/s200/beach-boy-web.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mike being gone I had more time to work on a couple scrapbooking projects. The layout is Tate's page of our trip to Bunker Beach last summer, 2006. Boy, do I enjoy scrapbooking summer pages in the winter. I will have to remember that and save a few of this years summer pictures for next winter. The journal is something that I did for myself to keep with me so if I think of something that I want to remember I can make a quick note. It is hard to tell but it is 5x5 in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyone else watching American Idol? It is so nice this year to have a fellow viewer. Will is watching it too. He is not as faithful as me, I think that he knows if he watches it he doesn't have to go to be as early. So what are your vote for who is going home tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about wraps today up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have some snow for sale if anyone wants it. Actually if you come and pick it up it is FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-294857843322310879?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/294857843322310879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=294857843322310879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/294857843322310879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/294857843322310879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/03/test.html' title='Snow Travel'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RecX3Yqi3CI/AAAAAAAAADA/Yyal9L6BhPk/s72-c/Just-be-U-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-118667277872852862</id><published>2007-02-22T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T15:03:50.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Time</title><content type='html'>I have been watching the neighbor boy, Jake, while his daycare is closed and yesterday the funnest thing happened.  I had greeted them off the bus and then I went inside because it was a little cold.  A few minutes later Tate and Jake come in and Tate says something like man the good old days were hard.  I am now in the room beside them so I just listen.  The conversation continues something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake: What about the good old days?&lt;br /&gt;Tate: They were hard!&lt;br /&gt;Jake: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Tate: They didn't have houses and everything was dirt!&lt;br /&gt;Jake: And no lectricee (electricity) too!&lt;br /&gt;Tate: Yeah, just one light bulb for lectricee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just rolling on the floor listening to these two six years reminisce about the old days.   I did all I could not to laugh out loud for them to hear me and stop the conversation.  There was more to it but that is all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Will's season is wrapping up I added some hockey photos on the slide show to honor his season.  Will is number 3.  The team is now in the district playoff with single elimination.  The first game was on Monday and of course they won.  So tonight we are off to the second game, which is over an hour away.  With game time and the drive we will be gone from 4:30pm to around 9pm.  Late night for Tate, heck me too!  I truly hope that they don't win because then we have to drive to even farther on Saturday.  The team will probably win because of the drive and Mike is going to be out of town so I will have to drive.  I don't mind driving it is just the there is suppose snow this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Mike's travels go ok too.  He is going to New Orleans for a work trade show and will be gone until March 1st.  I think this will be the longest that he has ever been away from the family.  He never travels for his job so I don't real mind this trip that much.  Just hope that the weather doesn't effect his or anyone's travels this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-118667277872852862?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/118667277872852862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=118667277872852862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/118667277872852862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/118667277872852862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-in-time.html' title='Back in Time'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-3765054144970867927</id><published>2007-02-15T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T11:34:34.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Older</title><content type='html'>Do the days just seem to fly by when they are approaching your birthday? Not much longer and I will be another year older! Can I hope that time suddenly stops or just up and reverses itself! Maybe I should just forget time and pick my own age. Ok, that sounds good ~ I am now 29!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day I was in our bedroom and all I hear from the living room is Mike telling Tate "no more growing up!" Mike was just playing around with Tate on the sofa and he just realized that Tate is getting so big. Where does the time go! I look at Tate and then Will and can't believe the difference the years make. Will is so grown up looking and Tate still has the little boy look, however it is quickly disappearing hence the reason for Mike's comment. I am still lucky to be able to pick Tate up and spin him around, Will can now pick me up and spin me if he so wanted. I am so glad that I enjoy scrapbooking. I feel like it is my little stoppage in time! I can capture and create art on everyday happens so we can look back and remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RdR3T1_ZLoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hnM_JL_w9Tg/s1600-h/DSCF0009-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031777866473877122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RdR3T1_ZLoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hnM_JL_w9Tg/s200/DSCF0009-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RdR3kV_ZLpI/AAAAAAAAACE/kFlRHZuFzrk/s1600-h/DSCF0010-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031778149941718674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RdR3kV_ZLpI/AAAAAAAAACE/kFlRHZuFzrk/s200/DSCF0010-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The high school had Snow Days last week. Wednesday was formal day, this was the only day that Will dressed up for. He looked so nice and I lucked out and was allow to snap a few photos. I remember purchasing the jacket that Will is wearing at Herberger's for $10 when I was about his age. It was a fashion when I was younger for young girls to wear "men's style" clothing. Who would of thought that Will would be wearing my jacket years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy time! I think that this young 29 year old might be going outside to do a few cartwheels! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-3765054144970867927?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3765054144970867927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=3765054144970867927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3765054144970867927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3765054144970867927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-older.html' title='Getting Older'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RdR3T1_ZLoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/hnM_JL_w9Tg/s72-c/DSCF0009-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-3036760653369244237</id><published>2007-02-05T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:53:52.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You spin me around</title><content type='html'>New washer is here and working! I am impressed that we were able to install it all by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt;. I have done laundry twice already. It is so nice because it is bigger so laundry was done in three loads today. Oh boy, does it spin!! The clothes are whipped into shape. The funny thing is that Tate and I sat and watched the washer work for about ten minutes. It is cool to be able to just sit on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; room floor and watch the washer do the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RcfAKvVPl5I/AAAAAAAAABc/29uthjbCws4/s1600-h/Cold-Tate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028198799719241618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="371" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RcfAKvVPl5I/AAAAAAAAABc/29uthjbCws4/s400/Cold-Tate.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tate was so cute when he came home from school today. He came bursting into the house because it was so cold outside. His hair was all messed, nose running and cheeks all rosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had some time to work on a scrapbook page since I didn't have to do as much laundry. The page is of Will at Bunker Beach this last summer. I guess that it was a good page to do when the weather is so cold. Just made me feel warmer. You can click on the photos for a larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RcfBevVPl6I/AAAAAAAAABk/6txxl1n-UMM/s1600-h/Seeking-fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028200242828253090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="350" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RcfBevVPl6I/AAAAAAAAABk/6txxl1n-UMM/s400/Seeking-fun.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the groundhog see his shadow? How much more winter? Anyway, stay warm until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-3036760653369244237?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/3036760653369244237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=3036760653369244237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3036760653369244237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/3036760653369244237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-spin-me-around.html' title='You spin me around'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/RcfAKvVPl5I/AAAAAAAAABc/29uthjbCws4/s72-c/Cold-Tate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-7619045363220035434</id><published>2007-01-30T11:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T12:05:08.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>When Tate has a loose tooth there is no way that you are touching it. Two nights ago his second loose tooth was just hanging by a thread, but of course you can't touch it. So we are all done brushing his teeth for the night and Tate goes to spit and he see blood. Looking in his mouth we find his tooth is missing. Unfortunately the water is running and I think that it went down the drain. Now raises the problem of how will the tooth fairy find it. Quick thinking mom says that the tooth fairy has extra special vision and she can spot loose teeth anywhere. The next day after he sees the money the questions don't stop. We have "how does she get the money that she puts under your pillow" and "why do I never see or hear her". The later was easy to answer but the first still has me reeling for an answer. If you have one let me know!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will's hockey team had a game the other night. The games are a little better to watch when we are not getting slaughtered! This was a close one, the score was zero to one mid-way through the third period (other teams favor). I feel so sorry for Will and his team mates, they just don't have any star quality and this year has been really tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new washer is suppose to be coming today. I am excited to use it, but the washer gets cold on the truck so the little water that is in it will freeze. So one day is need to make sure no water is frozen.  I will have to let you know tomorrow how I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rb-GgNJ7xvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pUAc3aMd7Rg/s1600-h/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025883597014025970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" height="289" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rb-GgNJ7xvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pUAc3aMd7Rg/s400/bubbles.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am debating if I should put in a submission to a scrapbook web-store for their design team. Not sure if my pages are up to par. I guess that I just should because you never know if you don't try! The bubbles page is one that I put on their website for view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! And try and stay warm if you are out and about in Minnesota!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-7619045363220035434?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7619045363220035434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=7619045363220035434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7619045363220035434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/7619045363220035434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-tate-has-loose-tooth-there-is-no.html' title='Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Rb-GgNJ7xvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pUAc3aMd7Rg/s72-c/bubbles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-8618856451429443230</id><published>2007-01-24T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:14:30.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walker for Sale</title><content type='html'>Well, last night was another evening of skating. This time I went with Mike and Tate. We also got Will to go too. Sometimes he doesn't care to do much but then when you get him out there he has a great time. There were about seven kids from his hockey team there. So they played a pick-up game of hockey. Outdoor ice is so bad on the edges of your skates, so we will be making a trip to the sporting good store to have Will's skates sharpened before practice tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool to see Tate trying so hard at something. I think that Mike is really excited to see Tate enjoy some sort of sport. By the end of the evening Tate was no longer using the "walker" and could even stand up by himself. The downside is that today Tate's checks and lips are really dry. And he won't let me put anything on them. He says that it is lip gloss and that is "yucky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't get spoiled by two posts in a row. Probably a fluke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-8618856451429443230?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8618856451429443230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=8618856451429443230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8618856451429443230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/8618856451429443230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/01/walker-for-sale.html' title='Walker for Sale'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-6207331893373891999</id><published>2007-01-23T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T18:40:27.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayting and Quarter</title><content type='html'>Well, a couple days later and I achieved getting my header changed. Hopefully things get easier or I am not sure if I am going to continue with this. I did find a neat website that will help with blog functions. The site is &lt;a href="http://betabloggerfordummies.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-add-picture-to-beta-blog-header.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;betabloggerfordummies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hope you can find it useful also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the happens in the household, well of course when you just think that things are on there way to being paid off something breaks. I just put a load of laundry in and was just about upstairs and I heard a big thump. So the cloths washer is not working. And of course another bill for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike took Tate ice skating last night. Or maybe I should say "kayting" as Tate says. He still has trouble saying "s". Mike was only going to gone about an half an hour. An hour and a half later I had to call him on his cell to tell him that they should come home so Tate can get to bed. I guess Tate really enjoyed himself. Mike had made a "walker" to help Tate skate. Tate actually would push the walker to Mike and then kind of skate towards Mike. Some high school student was there making a documentary on skating and asked to film Tate. So now Tate is not just a skater but a film star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will started the new quarter in high school. High school is going so well for him. He has five classes and I guess the neighbor girl is in three of them. The funny thing is that in all of people in town their last name falls right after us. So she ends up sitting right beside Will. It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with Will just he would like a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the quarter grades should be arriving soon and Will is so hoping to be on the A honor roll. He is always so close, I think that if he didn't make it this quarter it will be the closest that he has ever been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-6207331893373891999?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6207331893373891999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=6207331893373891999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6207331893373891999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/6207331893373891999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/01/keying-and-quarter.html' title='Kayting and Quarter'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856837387837864822.post-2612272884159156988</id><published>2007-01-17T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:42:55.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, here it goes. I guess that I am caving to the new (OK semi-new) society and making a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hope you enjoy and that my life is not to boring to not have anything to add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5856837387837864822-2612272884159156988?l=mnmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2612272884159156988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856837387837864822&amp;postID=2612272884159156988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/2612272884159156988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856837387837864822/posts/default/2612272884159156988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mnmemories.blogspot.com/2007/01/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>Roni K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07337976436122710467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n122qyB9zfc/Ra6Q-ONfhXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/K35UY-3LkQc/s320/me-2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
