<?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-3533688303365858225</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:02:34.767-05:00</updated><category term='unpubbed'/><category term='weather'/><category term='scrapbooking'/><category term='food'/><category term='scrapjacked'/><category term='everyday'/><category term='family'/><category term='OLW'/><category term='howdy tuesday'/><category term='pets'/><category term='videos'/><category term='weird'/><category term='activities'/><category term='daily something'/><category term='school'/><title type='text'>karen m.'s view from home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-4356389340145984426</id><published>2008-01-06T01:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:18:25.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>moving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have combined my two blogs into one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polkadothouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.polkadothouse.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll still have this one and my old creative blog, but all the new additions will be to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'life at the polka dot house'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(can't figure out how to migrate all the posts--not sure if you can anyway)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;won't you come visit me at the new house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-4356389340145984426?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4356389340145984426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=4356389340145984426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4356389340145984426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4356389340145984426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/moving.html' title='moving...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6848581039210512441</id><published>2008-01-01T01:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T07:47:39.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>video</title><content type='html'>scared baby...walking baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no children were harmed during the making of this video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9f2e49ef9c01da80" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9f2e49ef9c01da80&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6848581039210512441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6848581039210512441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6848581039210512441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6848581039210512441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2008/01/video.html' title='video'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6295319913164329500</id><published>2007-12-27T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:49:28.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some pics from Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hope to have some video up soon...but you know how that goes! i got more video than pictures of Christmas morning. and the pics i did get are either blurry or red-eye...too much excitment i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hope everyone had a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting in line for Santa on the 23rd...what were we thinking?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it really wasn't that bad though. we made it last in line before they shut it down for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148892939473671842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SK2TPYVqI/AAAAAAAAA5A/93uQYb7dM8Y/s400/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they won't let you take pics anymore, even if you buy one...mike had to sneak this one from outside the gate. a little blurry, hon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to scan the one we purchase and post it&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148892256573871762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SKOjPYVpI/AAAAAAAAA44/zrnp9lWsYwI/s400/IMG_4091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleeping so soundly, knowing that his big brother asked Santa to bring a Fisher-Price Tool Bench just for him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148893768402359986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SLmjPYVrI/AAAAAAAAA5I/GiJeUJQHMWs/s400/IMG_4080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; watching Scooby-Doo...only one more day 'til Santa comes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148894472776996546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SMPjPYVsI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/6nRBviwmGsg/s400/IMG_4082up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What? Santa is coming tonight???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148887398965859810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SFzzPYVeI/AAAAAAAAA3g/-kNdgzfbetg/s400/IMG_4094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is this a scooter? why is it so small?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148888129110300146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SGeTPYVfI/AAAAAAAAA3o/t6maArIXim8/s400/IMG_4097edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148888610146637314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SG6TPYVgI/AAAAAAAAA3w/L2gkJO-37f4/s400/IMG_4100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148888923679249938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SHMjPYVhI/AAAAAAAAA34/3mm9okF1rN4/s400/IMG_4103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little disgusted at first thinking it was just some plain old clothes. i missed the big, "oh cool" look when he found out it was a Dallas Cowboys fleece jacket.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148889310226306610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SHjDPYVjI/AAAAAAAAA4I/3p5Us4LLOEs/s400/IMG_4099crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a little cheetah friend for the gomes to go with the little lion he stole from my roommate like eight years ago...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148889872867022402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SIDzPYVkI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/JdKTkCAwIAg/s400/IMG_4104crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cleaning up after a Pig-Ear breakfast...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148890255119111762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SIaDPYVlI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/YkTOrWyMJic/s400/IMG_4105crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We spent the day with Mike's family at his Mom and Dad's house..they got owen a rocking horse. he seems to love it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148890731860481634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SI1zPYVmI/AAAAAAAAA4g/oZQNmaxq6uA/s400/IMG_4107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael cheers on his cousins as they Wii beat-each-other-up. it was so worth Mike standing outside Target at 4am last Christmas to get this silly game console. if you don't have one, you really need to figure out a way to get one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148891217191786098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SJSDPYVnI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JtG1AkH5eJQ/s400/IMG_4113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ma!!! I can't put my arms down!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148891835667076738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SJ2DPYVoI/AAAAAAAAA4w/3HNItzHqzNQ/s400/IMG_4124crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6295319913164329500?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6295319913164329500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6295319913164329500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6295319913164329500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6295319913164329500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/some-pics-from-christmas.html' title='Some pics from Christmas'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R3SK2TPYVqI/AAAAAAAAA5A/93uQYb7dM8Y/s72-c/IMG_4083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7289944344200736915</id><published>2007-12-26T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:46:23.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just plain funny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/84_QL1kEmH4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7289944344200736915?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7289944344200736915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7289944344200736915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7289944344200736915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7289944344200736915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-plain-funny.html' title='just plain funny...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-8699502778726713014</id><published>2007-12-21T18:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T19:08:45.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Michael's Christmas party was today at school. They all had such a good time from the looks of things. they made a reindeer craft and an ornament, had a book exchange and then they ate Chick-Fil-A nuggets and fruit. well, mich didn't eat any fruit. it was mrs. c.'s last day as his teacher, too. so that was kind of sad. the new teacher seems pretty nice though. i hope she just doesn't try to change their routines in the middle of the year. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2xdGDPYVZI/AAAAAAAAA24/6fxrlUw1OCo/s1600-h/IMG_4054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146590832708048274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2xdGDPYVZI/AAAAAAAAA24/6fxrlUw1OCo/s400/IMG_4054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyway, it was all very cute! and the best part is each table, all on their own before they started eating, held each other's hands and bowed their heads. they didn't have anyone tell them to do it. and, even though they're all excited about getting presents, now i know that they all do really know what it's all about! what an amazing bunch of 5 and 6 year olds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some more pics from today and one of our baby-tortured tree:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146596725403178402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2xidDPYVaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/R5LX_UpjBQg/s400/IMG_4051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146597004576052658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2xitTPYVbI/AAAAAAAAA3I/pCAtYNrBfAI/s400/IMG_4052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146597829209773522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2xjdTPYVdI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/E6zEM2rZFD0/s400/IMG_4026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-8699502778726713014?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8699502778726713014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=8699502778726713014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/8699502778726713014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/8699502778726713014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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counter or in owen's toy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really want it right now because mich and owen and playing in the kitchen togther throwing a whiffle ball back and forth. and then michael put it in the back of a little truck and pushed the truck to owen and then owen takes the ball out and puts it back in and tries to push the truck back to michael. soooo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our house hunting did not go too well this past weekend. granted, we only looked at three houses. but that was enough to tell us that we want a brand new home. one that looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2fUWo4u81I/AAAAAAAAA2I/UkwRDawEcsU/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145314584691667794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2fUWo4u81I/AAAAAAAAA2I/UkwRDawEcsU/s320/house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145314782260163426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2fUiI4u82I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/LbWRpA-oWO8/s320/floorplan1.gif" border="0" /&gt;or this (a 4 bedroom, so i can have a scrapbook room without the boys having to share a room--yes, if we only get a 3 bedroom, the boys &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; share a room. i &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; have a scrapbook room if we get a house.)  forgive me...i'm a tad bit excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2fVco4u83I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/TKYcwzgJrBE/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145315787282510706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R2fVco4u83I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/TKYcwzgJrBE/s320/house2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145315963376169858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-836612956200799742</id><published>2007-12-14T16:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:23:34.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>on the way home from school...</title><content type='html'>michael got in the car from school today and he said that he found a dollar in his coat pocket...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: "Wonder how long that's been there. Where did it come from?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mich: "I don't know. It was just in there. O-N-E spells 'one' D-O-L-L-A-R spells 'dollar'. And this is George Washington on here. He was our very, very first first President."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: "Yup. From 1789-1797"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mich: "Why is his hair so funny looking? Did he die because he had white hair?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: "They all wore wigs then and that was the style."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mich: "Was this dollar made in China?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of Owen walking with his little push-cart lion coming soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-836612956200799742?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/836612956200799742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=836612956200799742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/836612956200799742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/836612956200799742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-way-home-from-school.html' title='on the way home from school...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2484060514644279132</id><published>2007-12-13T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:51:17.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI...</title><content type='html'>the Christmas photos aren't real, people! i'm silly but not as silly as you for thinking we actually paid for those photos with the santa hats. and with Gomey. although i would like to have a family photo with the Gomes. that would be cute. no santa hats and no lampshades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sillies... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2484060514644279132?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2484060514644279132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2484060514644279132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2484060514644279132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2484060514644279132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/fyi.html' title='FYI...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2701899981722216733</id><published>2007-12-09T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T14:41:17.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;is in a local magazine! &lt;a href="http://www.parkercountykids.com/"&gt;Parker County Kids Magazine&lt;/a&gt; is a freebie that i picked up a few months ago and i sent mich's picture in. it's also online but the december issue is not up yet. so, i took a picture to show you guys...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142075636665201602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1xSjDOes8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/uEaYgvJV024/s400/IMG_3998.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/3533688303365858225-2701899981722216733?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2701899981722216733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2701899981722216733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2701899981722216733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2701899981722216733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-boy.html' title='My Boy...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1xSjDOes8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/uEaYgvJV024/s72-c/IMG_3998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6967155458046531574</id><published>2007-12-07T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:11:40.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>not even Darth Vader can beat Chuck Norris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1oVyjOes4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0HJRFAA4YvM/s1600-h/IMG_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141445882790458242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1oVyjOes4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0HJRFAA4YvM/s400/IMG_3951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at bowling...see? i love Wii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, chuck i know you can bowl a 300 with no ball (and not even be at a bowling alley) but there's something about your mii character that makes this an impossible feat. i think it's the lack of a cool, tight-fitting black tank or tee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6967155458046531574?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6967155458046531574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6967155458046531574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6967155458046531574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6967155458046531574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-even-darth-vader-can-beat-chuck.html' title='not even Darth Vader can beat Chuck Norris'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1oVyjOes4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/0HJRFAA4YvM/s72-c/IMG_3951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5479090795662246342</id><published>2007-12-06T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:39:59.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Christmas Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1jclDOes1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/sVEo7nOUa6o/s1600-h/familychristmasportrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141101503722730322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1jclDOes1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/sVEo7nOUa6o/s400/familychristmasportrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we went back to the store and had our family photos re-taken for Christmas. I think they came out pretty well. and we got gomey in the picture as well this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5479090795662246342?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5479090795662246342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5479090795662246342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5479090795662246342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5479090795662246342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-family-portraits.html' title='Family Christmas Portraits'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1jclDOes1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/sVEo7nOUa6o/s72-c/familychristmasportrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1349670124240593621</id><published>2007-12-04T21:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:07:59.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>found this from another blog</title><content type='html'>i guess i suck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4B8B8" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Losing Lottery Ticket!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B8F7D0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/lottery-ticket.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of hope and promise.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, a cheap letdown.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcrappychristmasgiftareyouquiz/"&gt;What Crappy Christmas Gift Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, speaking of lottery tickets. i bought one today. my dad would have been 68 today, so i played some numbers i can associate with him. as i was thinking about him while tending to my mums, i saw a ladybug. weird. anyway, miss you dad. wish you could hang out with these little grandsons of yours. i know they'd adore you and you them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1349670124240593621?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1349670124240593621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1349670124240593621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1349670124240593621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1349670124240593621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/found-this-from-another-blog.html' title='found this from another blog'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-42555133698328975</id><published>2007-12-04T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T10:15:11.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>got this in an email...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;and i like it! very cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140151791964304082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1V80jOestI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gRXZcN-m-_Q/s400/IMG_3867crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;that's about all for today. i moved some items around in the kitchen today so that owen can now play in there. gave him the bottom drawer with some bowls, etc. he is just banging away but gets very mad when one of the bowls get upside down b/c he can't pick it back up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;have some updating to do on some websites then i want to make more tags for etsy, since the last set i made was gone in less than 5 minutes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-42555133698328975?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/42555133698328975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=42555133698328975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/42555133698328975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/42555133698328975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/got-this-in-email.html' title='got this in an email...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1V80jOestI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gRXZcN-m-_Q/s72-c/IMG_3867crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7445232312417096711</id><published>2007-12-02T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:32:45.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's it been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1OSozOesqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/hp85WDBXG-A/s1600-R/IMG_3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139612829403230882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1OSozOesqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/gpjxA4AoBBE/s400/IMG_3839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like a week? i guess i could look at the date on the previous post. whatever. anyway, long week, short weekend. as usual. been busy with the etsy shop. mike thinks i'm nuts. we were discussing and he said, "why do they want to buy your stuff?" nice. thanks, hon! he didn't mean it that way but when he first said it, it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;michael had a cold this weekend. i think he is ok to go to school tomorrow. i hope. i can't deal with his whiney butt tomorrow all day. did i make him that way? i really don't know. he is sooo dramatic. mom, shut up! i know exactly what you're saying. how's that painting going? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139613649741984434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1OTYjOesrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qvAZ6HDuI-w/s400/IMG_3841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i finished up my Christmas gifts. just a few last touches and i should be ready to go. i just have to make cards (hopefully tomorrow) and get to work using my zutter. do laundry. clean up messes, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty much done with Christmas shopping for the boys. except for Owen. so i guess i'm not. but what do i get him? spray for his butt. he stinks. poor little fella. smells like the hot-room in micro lab. i miss that smell :( too much fun. i felt so cool with my white coat on. oh well. owen needs to get big a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more LSD...that stands for Lamp Shade Dog. Gomey is finally free of his lamp shade!!! after about 6 months. poor thing. i've decided that it has made him compeltely insane. he chewed for a bit, but he didn't go completely nuts, so we left it off. we figured he's got to make up for some of that lost time at least. he went right to work chewing his toe-nails. claws. whatever. silly, fluffy friend. what a dog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139613847310480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1OTkDOessI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Dtz-9w2Buhw/s400/IMG_3845crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i took the pics during my weekly lunch with mich at school. where we eat curly fries at 10:30 in the morning. have a good week peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7445232312417096711?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7445232312417096711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7445232312417096711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7445232312417096711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7445232312417096711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-it-been.html' title='what&apos;s it been?'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R1OSozOesqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/gpjxA4AoBBE/s72-c/IMG_3839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-470460106411008552</id><published>2007-11-25T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:51:54.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Michael: "Mom, I'm hungry."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: "OK, what do you want?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael: "I can't get this thing to work." (don't know what he was doing here.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael (about 10 minutes later): "Mom, I'm hungry. PLEASE FEED ME!!!. I want bacon and eggs."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: "OK, just a minute."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael (about 10 mintues later): "Mom, I'm so hungry! I'm going to die CUZ YOU DON'T EVER FEED ME!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that child. He is so gosh darn funny and weird and just completely out there. guess he takes after his momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's another example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9340e7768b6e250f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9340e7768b6e250f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331462990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29A396667B11B05F6B91B9629EEF74720805D51F.83A6374F407276BC686CC27AD44326E7F306BAB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9340e7768b6e250f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0gAjtdrNndpRfeHfbBu8gg52BrQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9340e7768b6e250f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331462990%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29A396667B11B05F6B91B9629EEF74720805D51F.83A6374F407276BC686CC27AD44326E7F306BAB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9340e7768b6e250f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0gAjtdrNndpRfeHfbBu8gg52BrQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the box is always more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mich also bowled a 247 on Wii today. and, while he played quite a bit this weekend with the rest of the crew, he really doesn't play it all that much. 5 strikes in a row, 8 total.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-470460106411008552?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9340e7768b6e250f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/470460106411008552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=470460106411008552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/470460106411008552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/470460106411008552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/mom.html' title='Mom!!!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5784897226586929472</id><published>2007-11-22T09:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:22:02.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>amateur baking at its finest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R0WeXndWf4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ruTMS_MAdkg/s1600-h/IMG_3684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135685078652190594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R0WeXndWf4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ruTMS_MAdkg/s400/IMG_3684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135684863903825778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R0WeLHdWf3I/AAAAAAAAAtU/RAw5V0d0vKY/s400/IMG_3691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made my first apple pie from scratch this morning. i didn't push down on the top crush enough because it's beginning to deflate. but it still looks pretty and smells delicious.  can't wait to try some with some breyer's french vanilla. thanks, momma, for the instructions!&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/3533688303365858225-5784897226586929472?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5784897226586929472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5784897226586929472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5784897226586929472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5784897226586929472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/amateur-baking-at-its-finest.html' title='amateur baking at its finest...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R0WeXndWf4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/ruTMS_MAdkg/s72-c/IMG_3684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3116395563838641521</id><published>2007-11-21T23:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T21:18:36.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 13px verdana"&gt;&lt;p&gt;this was a video of Adam Sandler singing the turkey song...but it kept looping and i grew really tired of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-3116395563838641521?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3116395563838641521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3116395563838641521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3116395563838641521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3116395563838641521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7993739376967387786</id><published>2007-11-21T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:37:14.089-06:00</updated><title type='text'>today...well, yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R0PfBXdWf1I/AAAAAAAAAtE/F9AdtXpmAXk/s1600-h/IMG_3564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135193214702485330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R0PfBXdWf1I/AAAAAAAAAtE/F9AdtXpmAXk/s400/IMG_3564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was busy today. took mich to school (his last day before the long weekend), came back home, walked the gomes, fed owen his rice cereal with apples and blueberries--super yum, btw, hit the gym with owen (he works out with me, didn't you know?), went to wally world to get shewee a filing cabinet and some folders, stopped by and cleaned up all day until 3pm when it was time to get mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i ate oreos today. that was it. until dinner. mike's mom got bbq. so, i had sliced brisket and 5 oreos today. nice. good thing i went to the gym? i really need to start eating better. that 'eat clean' thing isn't working b/c nobody else wants to eat clean and i don't want to cook and clean up 3 different meals. sucky. today was bad though. usually i bring a nuke meal with me or have one at home. those green giant veggies rock. and i have tuna and a yogurt with it. i didn't bring all that today b/c i hit walmart and didn't want runny yogurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, who cares, right? something is in the works over at &lt;a href="http://www.polkadotsandlinedpaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;polka dots&lt;/a&gt;. i have to hit hobby lobby tomorrow and get a punch and some 8x11 paper. 25cents a sheet this week. punches are 1/2 off. can't beat that with a stick. speaking of sticks...shewee, if you're wondering why i left a rather large one on your kitchen counter today, it's b/c one of the kiddoes left it in a pocket and i washed it. it was a thick stick, not long. it scared me b/c when i saw it laying in the washer i thought it was a big terd. and i got to thinking, wow, how did that not dissolve! gross! anyway, it was a stick. it smelled good though when it came out. like tide. funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anywho, time to hit the hay. owen is stopped up tonight. don't know how much hay hitting i'll actually get done.&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/3533688303365858225-7993739376967387786?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7993739376967387786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7993739376967387786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7993739376967387786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7993739376967387786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/11/todaywell-yesterday.html' title='today...well, yesterday'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/R0PfBXdWf1I/AAAAAAAAAtE/F9AdtXpmAXk/s72-c/IMG_3564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6130121742782167895</id><published>2007-11-11T20:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:40:07.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Dogs Hate Halloween:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i received like 20 pictures total in an email, but these made us laugh the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rze8cdhue6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/CWEm5DN8Qd8/s1600-h/mime-attachment989898.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131777497560415138" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RzaVY9hueiI/AAAAAAAAAns/zaGJlhQqSYQ/s320/IMG_3563up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;owen and mich are asleep and i know as soon i lay down and doze, owen will wake up wanting a bottle...come on kid! you're almost one year old and still not sleeping through the night! is it still OK to give them whiskey? not that i've ever done that (or ever will), but it has to be much safer than anything from a drug store these days, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;mike had to go to alcon on weds and i just dressed mich up in his purty blue sweater. had to get a pic. i noticed when picking up mich from school, one of the 1st grade teachers was talking to him and she touched his sweater. when he got in the car, i asked if anyone told him how handsome he looked today. he sighed, "i really don't want to talk about it." the response comes only one day after a conversation about running speeds: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I can run a lot faster than Dakota, mom." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Are you having a race with her?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"NO! SHE'S ALWAYS CHASING ME!!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anywho, ratatouille for the fourth time this weekend. mich keeps dozing off and i sit there and watch it. we played marathon disney monopoly last night. i landed on all the transports and bought all 4. mich would land on one every side of the board, without fail. and when he didn't he'd land on 'go to jail'. i started to feel bad b/c he was getting low on funds. then i just started giving him extra change, $400 instead of $200 for passing go, etc...by the end, the kid had an Al's Toy Barn on Al's Toy Barn ($1150 rent) and he owned the 'park place' props as well as the monster's, inc. ones. he whooped my hiney. cheater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun though. and i like that he can figure out the dice/counting. OH, how could i forget!!! the little bugger is reading! he gets a reading bag sent home and they have these little books about animals and go-karts, etc...and he can read them like he's been reading them for 30 years! so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was so sweet today. it's just been the 3 of us this wknd, mike returns from hunting tomorrow. so mich had his final soccer game this afternoon. we hit wal-mart on the way to get more tape for the camera (yes, i said &lt;em&gt;tape&lt;/em&gt;). i told him he could get something. and he just kept saying that today was the best day ever, he loved my eggs i made for breakfast, they were the best eggs ever, 'i really love it when you make me these eggs, mom...i really love it when...you do this, that, etc...this is the best day ever mom..........you know why, mom? because my toenail finally came off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. if you say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was still very sweet and i can tell when he says things like that, he truly means it. you can just see it in his eyes. so sweet. and he can't lie. and that's so great that i can tell when he's fibbing. he almost starts to cry when i ask if he's sure about something he did or didn't do. not that i like to make him cry, i just like to know that he won't be a very good liar. like his momma. jk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;soccer trophy today. even after a crushing defeat from 'BANAMEX PUMITAS'. it's funny, i thought all the teams were part of the WSA? why do they get to wear do-rags and have &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RzaWVdhuejI/AAAAAAAAAn0/GMEjH8Hd9gY/s1600-h/IMG_3574up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131454120882764338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RzaWVdhuejI/AAAAAAAAAn0/GMEjH8Hd9gY/s320/IMG_3574up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;different uniforms than everyone else? we did well up until half time. in fact, we were up 1-0. they re-grouped though and killed up in the 2nd half. oh well. all the boys had a good season. he's looking forward to playing again in jan. even though he didn't want to go to his last practice or his last game of this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/3533688303365858225-3519588112096039942?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3519588112096039942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3519588112096039942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3519588112096039942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;this one rocks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131374483599161858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RzZN59huegI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BmxbMmmM8ik/s400/IMG_3577up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-4828075066344414295?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4828075066344414295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=4828075066344414295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3130198297553786211</id><published>2007-11-06T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:06:05.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>family portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won a freebie at wal-mart, so why not? the last family pics we had done were when michael was like 2...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129866979773158770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RzDy1sJilXI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Un-_EqktXic/s400/074019003100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129867100032243074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RzDy8sJilYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IU1g5yBqVRU/s400/074019003103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RyqUAyz-OeI/AAAAAAAAAlk/6erYQV-qGAE/s72-c/IMG_3459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2513634376710205390</id><published>2007-10-26T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:25:21.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>strong man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, it's all in the technique...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab340d086262d812" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, today was a good day. finally got myself a new pair of sneakers. my mizunos from my 2004 half marathon have finally bit it. well, they're still in good shape, a little flat...but they reek!!!! pretty bad. not really big on the new nikeys but that's all they had without going to ft. worth (i hate doing that anymore). nice that all these new places are going to be opening up soon. maybe by early next spring. maybe i'll even get a job. although i really can't beat the cooking and cleaning job i have now for ms. tree. 10 hours a week...pays great...can't beat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mike and michael are playing mike's gee-tar...which is fine but owen is stirring. he has a really bad diaper rash (teething and the mango fruit dessert he ate). took a lot to get him calmed down. and then gomey...oh lordie...he's all wound up. the doggie upstairs is in heat and she comes and pees on our plants outside our back porch. gomey is in a constant state of whine...he really needs some help, if you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, no scrappin' tonight. i'm going to continue working on the MOMS club site for the local chapter here. hopefully have it done for monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;big soccer day tomorrow. going to mich's soccer game at which he'd better be scorin' some serious goals...then it's off to frisco for a playoff game between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fcdallas.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;fc dallas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and houston. our first in a while. should be fun!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;check out my new creative blog...that sounds so fun...i've finally added a project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polkadotsandlinedpaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;polkadotsandlinedpaper.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2513634376710205390?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab340d086262d812&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2513634376710205390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2513634376710205390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2513634376710205390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2513634376710205390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/strong-man.html' title='strong man...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5890124946091678376</id><published>2007-10-22T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:34:44.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mike is making stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's late but i'm still up...wanting to scrapbook and wishing i had the lady's number mike works with; i'd call her and tell her to get on making some more of that cheesecake she was so kind to share with us today. it was very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm looking at a plate with an apple on it. that's what mike is making. apple potpourri...the apple has been sitting here for a few days now, getting all dried up. funny though, i guess they add apple fragrance to dried apples b/c dried apples don't smell like anything. haven't sat down here in a few days, hence the dried up apple still sitting here waiting for me to pick it up (nobody else will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took some pics of my cuties today. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124385293009465106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rx15RhoQrxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/H97WVFRak3A/s400/IMG_3354up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124385447628287778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rx15ahoQryI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wWiX6zjc26w/s400/IMG_3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;could they be any sweeter? but enough bragging! have to take mich to school tomorrow, come home to feed owen and walk the gomes, go walk with aimee, purchase some storage for ms. tree, then come back home and finish up my decor projects for my home. should be an ok day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5890124946091678376?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5890124946091678376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rx15RhoQrxI/AAAAAAAAAkw/H97WVFRak3A/s72-c/IMG_3354up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3134872303452000345</id><published>2007-10-20T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:08:30.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my mother the arteeeest....</title><content type='html'>here are some pics of my pictures...my momma painted these for me and i just now got around to framing them. 1/2 off sale at the hob-lob. gotta love those. mike always says that just becuase something is half off, it doesn't mean you have to buy two of them. boys can be just plain silly sometimes!&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these are in our front bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.slide.com/s/DBlcHMrFzT-dEKnb6CGodsnILVdXf1Nz?referrer=hlnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea27703/1/181/q3MTjuXZ7D9HDRRXUIQFVeBf2w7RaZ5-.jpg" border="0" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;this is hanging over our bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.slide.com/s/bWuck_zL4z8ZiEDNs12fG5kJjs6_tXVY?referrer=hlnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea27702/1/181/ROCw5rlN2T9GVQajnzEUcODu2Mr747eR.jpg" border="0" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;i'm going to 'create' a headboard this week. i'm inspired to make my own b/c i'm tired of not having one and i think it should be fairly easy and inexpensive. we are also 'drawing up' plans to make our own ottoman b/c those out there for sale are just not quite what we want. i mean how hard could it be to make one? it's just a box really with some upholstery fabric on it, right? anyway, we'll see. just have to get mike to do the wood part and i can do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;not much going on these days. mich had his first soccer game today in two weeks. we finally gave up on babying the toe. it's still attached but all healed underneath. we just wrapped it to keep it 'glued' to his foot so the part that is still attached wouldn't tear. he played well. just the other team kicked our butts. it was quite sad. the coach's wife coached the game and the kids were just completely lost. he didn't come to the game until the last few minutes and his wife told the ref that the period they were playing was the last one. they still had twenty minutes left to play. but i guess it didn't matter. the extra twenty minutes only would have allowed the other team to score twenty more goals on us. oh well. maybe he'll have a better game next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;owen is a turkey. he is getting into everything. it's extra hard when we are over at mike's mom's house. she doesn't have any way to block anything off b/c it's such an open floor plan. we are constantly chasing him all over the place. kinda sucks. and we'll be doing it again tomorrow b/c the cowboy's are playing. yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so that's about all for now. i hope to finish my banner sometime this week? maybe? i have to work this week. i said i'd work mon and weds at least. i think i may go for a few hours on tues as well just to get a few extra hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;here are some other cute pics i took this past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.slide.com/s/tr-gE7Xu0D_JkiHuKFiyh6zav9agnZF8?referrer=hlnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea276fb/1/181/oamJwIFA5T-3e_xoBRP1BlYgERBs0tuP.jpg" border="0" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.slide.com/s/T37s6Lu36j8DEbyTdqCqpHWYWl3TaWnY?referrer=hlnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea27701/1/181/Rv05WSZW5D_sLWxBAPOJ0DZeEEXmlTsh.jpg" border="0" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.slide.com/s/rKLUIed2xT_ftK4v5bLk0cNCrU2Xhu7s?referrer=hlnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea27700/1/181/wJ2fxma2vD9NA1ByIxdti5ZhZaoFXOFb.jpg" border="0" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.slide.com/s/duKvEvlu0D9PuUPM6sd0eDCkq7MBxi2G?referrer=hlnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea2929d/1/188/sOWhj2OWzz97-ycXDpxWHXmUSV_kGpPO.jpg" border="0" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;had to upload the pics to slide b/c blogger is being weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-3134872303452000345?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3134872303452000345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3134872303452000345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3134872303452000345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3134872303452000345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-mother-arteeeest.html' title='my mother the arteeeest....'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3170276932310380896</id><published>2007-10-09T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:36:57.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the Crossroads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RwsRzUb4RBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/C-N0uJIFsG0/s1600-h/IMG_3264up.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119204974793344018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RwsRzUb4RBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/C-N0uJIFsG0/s400/IMG_3264up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; yes, that is what he is listening to and playing air guitar to...Cream. one of dad's picks from the ipod. "Mom, can you please play my new favorite song off dad's part?" he says as we pull into the driveway. then we have to sit there and wait. notice the soda. mini cans. thanks, soda people. now he just wants to drink 16 oz. instead of just 12 oz. and thanks, grandma for introducing him to dr. p and coke. nice.&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;anyway, busy day for doing a whole bunch of nothing. i really wanted to create today but all my stuff is at misshwee's house from last friday. can't wait to go this friday. heck, it's only monday. oh well. i have to go there tomorrow to drop off 24 corn muffins for miss n. for wednesday's school project (?). &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;no other updates. just that my boys are cuter today than they were yesterday. and it looks like mich will be out for the better part of the season with his toe. ew. it's so yucky. you know that commercial where the little fungus guys lift up the nail and crawl under? it's like that just without the fungus part. poor little fella. doc said there's nothing to do for him except to remove his toe. jk. no, really. she said just keep it clean; too much of the nail is still connected. so, next time he gets attacked by a door, it had better rip the nail clean from his body rather than let it linger there by a few threads. nice.&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;yum. corn muffins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-3170276932310380896?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RwsRzUb4RBI/AAAAAAAAAjk/C-N0uJIFsG0/s72-c/IMG_3264up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7802365256926754520</id><published>2007-10-07T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:47:00.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cleaning day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's sunday...so it's wal-mart and cleaning day. i have a big list of 'new' things i want to purchase for the house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mixing bowls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lamps and bedspread for the master bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;different decor, towels, etc for mich's bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ottoman with storage (so we can ditch our coffee table) and tv stand for the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;our bedspread is shot and dry cleaning is just not something i do. it's torn too, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, i picked up my last paycheck friday from the store. still no locks on that sucker, so maybe i'll swing by and take some completely empty pics. there were still a few items that a lady came by to pick up on friday. this lady plans on opening a new store between azle and springtown. she was supposed to purchase all of jana's inventory and supplies, but refused to take the dirt-cheap offer jana gave and decided to do it on her own. good luck, chica! once she gets to purchasing, she'll wish she had taken it. especially with all the dies and machines. that crap is expensive. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118617487691760578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rwj7fEb4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/rcckcl5NvGQ/s320/IMG_3194.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118617672375354322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rwj7p0b4Q9I/AAAAAAAAAjE/yFQYllnZg-k/s400/IMG_3211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ooh, how could i forget! went to do my usual lunch with mich on thursday and went to jack in the box at 10:20 like i do (only place open with lunch that early--and he loves the curly fries). anyway, some lady threatened to shoot me in the face while i was in the drive-thru. i guess she thought i was 'zooming into the parking lot'. which i wasn't. i had stopped to figure out what she was doing, and when she didn't move, i tried to go around her. then she pulled back in front of me to go up to the speaker. she stopped and i thought nothing of it. she got out of her car and proceeded to yell at me, telling me that she had a newborn in the car and i don't just come zooming into the parking lot like that. i had my window down and was like whatever. but then she came over to my car and started hitting it, then to my window and almost poking me in the face and yelling at me that she wished she had a gun so she could shoot me in the face. i couldn't think. i didn't know what to do. i had to move away b/c she almost poked me in the face. i finally realized that i should roll my window up. she was telling me to get out of the car and that she would (mess) me up. she got back in her car, ordered her food and i ordered mine. while waiting for our orders, she opened her window again and started yelling again about shooting me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;can you say psycho? she had some serious issues. at first i didn't think anything of it but when she came over to the car and i saw her face, i could tell she was not all there. her eyes were vacant. she was raging mad at something and i think i just set her off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i got a picture of her car and plates, but nothing else. she was not 'wt' either. nice car, nicely dressed. she had just snapped. and scared the crap out of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, that was thursday...the same day mike lost a crown and the day after michael just about ripped his toe off with our front door. but, if that's the worst that things get, that's ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;guess i'd better get to work. took this a bit ago of little man. and no i will not cut his hair yet! he's just too little!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118620489873900514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rwj-N0b4Q-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/UfEeQc_EweQ/s400/IMG_3238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;here we are loading up to bring michael to school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118621593680495618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rwj_OEb4RAI/AAAAAAAAAjc/IQDB7RJtbOQ/s400/IMG_3205up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7802365256926754520?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7802365256926754520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7802365256926754520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7802365256926754520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7802365256926754520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/cleaning-day.html' title='cleaning day...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rwj7fEb4Q8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/rcckcl5NvGQ/s72-c/IMG_3194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6618631946797541697</id><published>2007-10-03T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:28:09.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bye old friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this sucks. the last 'official' day was friday, but today and yesterday we cleaned everything out and inventoried the last of the goods. bum. oh well. i was heading back home from groceries tonight and wanted to get a soda and go pee before i drove home...but i had nowhere to sit and sip then sit and...well, you know. b/c the water was turned off on monday. so sad. oh well, a window will open somewhere. hopefully it is scrapbook related. hmmm....maybe if i'd actually sit down and scrapbook, i might get somewhere! maybe next year i will be able to make my move to an online store? a brick and mortar store--or around here, metal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whatever. busy day tomorrow, or should i say today. why the heck am i up again? so late!!! i'm just not tired. and i'm getting nervous about all kinds of things. especially next year's presidential election. be prepared people...and be afraid...be very afraid. dems get in office and do things that just can't be undone. so get to grass rootin' and get all your friends to vote 'right', even if it's only b/c they suck less than the other candidate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;don't really want to get going on that. have some pics to post. found this on some t-shirt website. can't remember what movie this is from...but i think wedding crashers? and it had a 'you' in front of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116974866183490402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RwMlh6d4C2I/AAAAAAAAAi0/pairPloq7jk/s320/ShutYourMouth_F_Thumbnail.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how silly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh, and a quick Chuck Norris Fact:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spreadshirt.com/shop.php?sid=19781&amp;amp;product_id=2400514"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chuck Norris is so fast, he can run around the world and punch himself in the back of the head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have to cook for missshwee tomorrow. i also have to file some gosh darn files!!!! i have piles and piles of paper. my friend was right. but, if i hadn't waited until after school started to purchase and put togther our filing cabinet, i might have been ok. i have one year's worth of bills and papers to file. can't i just shred them all except for mich's school work? would that be wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mike's cuz works for the city and he said there are some job openings? can you say pretty darn excited? we so need those government bennies. that would make a world of difference instead of paying monthly prems on health insurance. that sucks. and the worst is, i don't have the first clue about when we're paying for. i just thank God every night that we are all healthy. then i ask him why he had to create ragweed or whatever is taking over my nose and throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway, better get to sleepy. sorry no pics. my camera is in my pocketbook and i really don't feel like going to get it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;later dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6618631946797541697?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6618631946797541697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6618631946797541697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6618631946797541697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6618631946797541697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/10/bye-old-friend.html' title='bye old friend...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RwMlh6d4C2I/AAAAAAAAAi0/pairPloq7jk/s72-c/ShutYourMouth_F_Thumbnail.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2521324403952142569</id><published>2007-09-25T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:52:13.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>another day...another dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i will have to find another source for that dollar well, not really. i already have several prospects lined up and one already working for me. thanks, missshwee... hope she is off the toilet. i made her salmon. and i know she will really appreciate that i wrote this. oh, and another thanks to missshwee for throwing my name to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.larkbookstore.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for which i will now design/maintain a website. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;only two more working days left. ick. what will i do? i was telling my friend today that i guess maybe it hasn't hit me yet, but i'm used to this sort of change, being a former Army Korean linguist. i guess. going somewhere one year, then to Korea the next...like 85 million moves over 7 years. you get used to new peeps all the time. you hang onto the ones who really matter, even if they never keep in touch, you still consider them your bestest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the store closing means i'll actually have more time to scrapbook? but no place to actually do it now? my dining room table will no longer be used for eating meals i never cook? that's not true. i am, however, going to start eating like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eatcleandiet.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;. i have to do something. i'm getting old. i can't keep eating crap all the time. my body is starting to look like what i eat. and feel like it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i so need to change my uggo blog banner, too. i'm tired of it. need some fresh new colors from&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kuler.adobe.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i have no clue if that link will actually work, but i think it's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;why can't the little fella do this with me? huh? is it too much to ask? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114009992662555714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rvic_j5zHEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EE4aaNi0_xA/s400/IMG_3107up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i guess that's fine b/c michael informed me that he loves to cuddle with me. i so need to record that. just so that when he's 12 and i try to, i can remind him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;why the hell am i still awake? i'm super busy tomorrow. wouldn't have it any other way though b/c what the heck would i do all day? change my blog colors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;a new addition to my blog posts. once a week maybe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;fact of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;(I think my niece Sarah will appreciate this one. She used to watch Walker, Texas Ranger when she was little. She asked her Mom one time while i was there if she could watch it. i looked at my sis kind of puzzled and she just said, "eh. she likes Chuck Norris." and now that silly little girl is in her first year of college. yipes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;and could i add a random &lt;em&gt;'so'&lt;/em&gt; right here just b/c?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2521324403952142569?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2521324403952142569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2521324403952142569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2521324403952142569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2521324403952142569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-dayanother-dollar.html' title='another day...another dollar'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rvic_j5zHEI/AAAAAAAAAiY/EE4aaNi0_xA/s72-c/IMG_3107up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5583950846284750169</id><published>2007-09-23T20:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T20:22:54.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvcN0j5zHCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3Q-RbfMHlls/s1600-h/IMG_3125up.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113571098544512034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvcN0j5zHCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3Q-RbfMHlls/s400/IMG_3125up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113571180148890674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvcN5T5zHDI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/3ZJRQK97Hy8/s400/cindylouwho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just having some fun with the little guy! everyone wants to cut his hair...i know he does need a haircut but, come on! he's so darn cute! and he'll look all grown up with a little boy haircut and i'm just not ready for that yet. and neither is he, really. he can't sit still in a chair to feed him! forget about getting near him with scissors. only a few more months and he'll be a year old...gosh, that went fast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, michael had an awesome game on saturday. best he has ever played. we were so proud of him. he scored two goals and saved like 7 or 8...he really did an awesome job helping out his team, too. hope he keeps it up and doesn't get bored! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he has a friend in his class who also plays on his soccer team and we just found out yesterday that another boy in his class lives in our building! the two of them played in mich's room for about 2 hours today, then he went over there to play. they had a really fun time. then when i went to get michael, the little boy asked if michael could come back at 1:00. i told him it was already almost 6pm and if he meant in the morning. he did mean in the morning b/c at 1:00 tomorrow, he informed me, they'd both be in school. smarty pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, that's about all for today. just been busy reorganizing the house. we've accumulated quite a bit of stuff since we moved here and i'm trying to clean out closets and organize files. it's not working and not getting a whole bunch done. tomorrow starts my last week of work at the store. then i don't know what i'll do! :( try to stay home and not spend too much money, i guess. we all know how that goes. oooh, i'm sleepy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5583950846284750169?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5583950846284750169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5583950846284750169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5583950846284750169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5583950846284750169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/who.html' title='who?'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvcN0j5zHCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/3Q-RbfMHlls/s72-c/IMG_3125up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2421516729004487615</id><published>2007-09-20T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:30:41.338-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>my boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;splish splash...the two of them had such a blast in the tub! michael loved to watch owen play. he even let owen wipe suds on his face and splash all over him. too cute! michael really loves this little guy...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112399908207533026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvLkoT5zG-I/AAAAAAAAAho/PmDCsXV7EkQ/s400/IMG_3053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112400217445178354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvLk6T5zG_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/PK2Zy48K5d4/s400/IMG_3055up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;things are very busy. with the store closing, i don't have too many days left of work but i've taken on cooking dinner three nights a week for a friend. and still being at the store along with cooking takes a lot of planning. of course, i wouldn't have it any other way. i cannot &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; be busy. i mean, what would i do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found this for owen at wally world today. he's going to be our little happy cow from tx for halloween:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112400921819814914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvLljT5zHAI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Q_6RgMsuliw/s400/IMG_3085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"Please, no more..." --I'm sure he's saying that! gotta love the tail too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112401269712165906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvLl3j5zHBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KDvFLbXcM0k/s400/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, that's about all i have time for. soccer practice, make dinner, and clean up the huge mess i made trying to clean out stuff and clean up. that really doesn't make any sense...i hope to have something creative to show you the next time i post. that doesn't mean i'm not going to post for a very long time, it means i'm actually going to scrapbook tomorrow night! yipppppeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2421516729004487615?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2421516729004487615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2421516729004487615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2421516729004487615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2421516729004487615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-boys.html' title='my boys...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RvLkoT5zG-I/AAAAAAAAAho/PmDCsXV7EkQ/s72-c/IMG_3053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6147577577095905477</id><published>2007-09-13T05:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T06:22:26.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>bummmer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, i had to send out an email to all the store patrons that scrapbook store's last day of business will be on September 28th. sucks. i'm sad, but i know it's been a real headache for my friend and i tried to help and love it as if it were my own (i wish i had the cash!), but she has to do what she has to do...her family comes first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no more chicken e. runs, no more hanging out while it's not even open. no more key. i &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; have to remember to get an apron before i go. i work seven more days there. then that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;and, i don't know how much scrapbooking i'll do, other than our planned once a month at someone's home or at another store. i mean i am sooooo FREAKIN' BUSY! when the heck did that happen? notice the time. i've been up since 4:30 (owen is still not sleeping through the night??? and i haven't slept through the night either in over a year--didn't sleep too well when i was prego). but at least i can update my blog. got the store site and email stuff done, finally checked my email, did some receipt deductions...blah, blah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;michael has lost a second tooth. this happened about two days after the first one came out. he is doing well at school. his little friend whom he sits next to in class will be on his soccer team....please, please, please let there not be practice tomorrow! i have my whole day planned to the hour and if his coach calls to reschedule i'm so screwed!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;owen is a terd, turd, however you spell that. he's standing up in his crib. he doesn't know what to do after that but...he is some stinky little boy...but oh, so very, very sweet! and his eyes are still very blue (not red, as in this pic):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109643624002136818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RukZzdF8qvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/higxF8dc8OM/s400/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ok. i sent my mom a text the other day. but i'm not sure she's the one who received it? does that make sense? she got a new cell phone and i didn't save her number except to my head. so i sent her the text and the next day i got one back saying "who is this". now, it most likely isn't her b/c i don't see my mom typing and sending a text. not that she couldn't, she'd just be too scared. so i sent one back saying that it's her daughter. then i got one back stating "i don't have any kids." so my question is to you, momma, did you get this text and are you just trying to be safe? b/c it's meeee, you silly goose! oh, and i really need to update your email in my contacts too, btw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;yummy ring pops:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109644770758404866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ruka2NF8qwI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tHpgcRC4IxM/s400/IMG_3022up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;yeah, i'm terrible...this is my kid's after-school snack. but today was special, i guess. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and then all my boys were on the couch (and the gomes was on the floor trying to scratch his butt on mike's foot):&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109645457953172258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RukbeNF8qyI/AAAAAAAAAhg/cyUOEAntdQc/s400/IMG_3024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ew, mike...don't use michael's old booby pillow again until i wash it, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6147577577095905477?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6147577577095905477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6147577577095905477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6147577577095905477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6147577577095905477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/bummmer.html' title='bummmer...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RukZzdF8qvI/AAAAAAAAAhI/higxF8dc8OM/s72-c/IMG_2965.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2693840537494123438</id><published>2007-09-08T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:44:13.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this guy really should win this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't know if you've been watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Last_Comic_Standing/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Last Comic Standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. mike's been watching it online and, now that we actually have a working tv, we get a good HD signal so he caught the final 3 performance with Lavell Crawford. i heard him cracking up the other night while i was reading to michael before bed...i finally got around to finding out why he was laughing so darn hard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlxfMjcV-SU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GlxfMjcV-SU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, you can find all of his performances on you tube. just do a search under his name. he's the one who said, "Why you breathing so hard?"..."So I can live! What kind of question is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too funny. michael had a bday party today at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jumpxtreme.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;jump-x-treme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. mike took both boys as i worked all day today. quite a rush at the store from the ladies at the retreat, but no large purchases. i finished up the album and the layout for the ScrapPink Weekend thingy we're going to do. i'm waiting on a picture of me and my momma though before i post it on the store site and on here. the album won't have pics in it, just the layout. exciting stuff, i'm sure. but i had fun making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to tell you a story about a lady i know from the store. she comes in quite a bit (especially now that &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; her kids are in school). she told me a story before about the time she went to the bank, put her items and i.d. in the drive-thru tube then just drove off. well, the most recent story tops this bank one and also the lipstick story (which i haven't heard but, of course, cannot wait to!) and when i talk about her to mike (only good things--she's so funny and such a sweetheart) i refer to her as the lady who puts her stuff in the drive-thru and drives away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the latest story is this:&lt;br /&gt;she goes to get the oil changed in her truck. after that she's entitled to a free wash and dry. so she drives through the wash and then all the guys come out and tackle her truck to dry it down. they finish and she pulls from the lot and out into the street. at the first stoplight just out of the lot, she stops then, when it turns green, shreeks away from her tires being wet. she hears this loud "ba-boom-boom" behind her...&lt;em&gt;she actually drove off with one of the cleaning guys in the bed of the truck!&lt;/em&gt; couldn't you just die!!! how funny is that? my friend/boss told me that last night at the store (it was very late--which makes it even funnier) and, she also said that she probably didn't hear him in the back of the truck because she had just purchased a disco cd from wal-mart and had it turned up pretty loud. too darn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;other news: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ate lunch with my sweetie thursday at school. brought him jack in the box so i didn't pack him a lunch. i didn't tell him i was coming and that was probably a mistake. he seemed a little scared when he saw me while walking in line in the hall. he asked me where his lunch was. but he got over it when he figured out i brough him curly fries. owen was there with us, but he was a little stinky, so we kind of just let him look around at everything from his stroller...just out of nose reach.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108043618349290226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RuNqm3jpEvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/s44KbzwPkzE/s400/IMG_2975crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;oh, and owen likes to swing his arms when i feed him. result: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108042123700671202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RuNpP3jpEuI/AAAAAAAAAg4/LkX29XwwdBY/s400/IMG_2983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i know...yes, i had to feed him his lunch in the car yesterday. i was running errands all day and he got hungry. this kid eats 3 jars of food each sitting. he also pulled up in his crib today to standing. i missed it again, of course. i was walking the dog who never poops. i swear we're going to run out of planet before he finds the exact right spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later kids. another party tomorrow. at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cabelas.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;cabela's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. far away but should be a ton of fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2693840537494123438?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2693840537494123438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2693840537494123438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2693840537494123438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2693840537494123438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-guy-really-should-win-this.html' title='this guy really should win this...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RuNqm3jpEvI/AAAAAAAAAhA/s44KbzwPkzE/s72-c/IMG_2975crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2054779196473623544</id><published>2007-09-04T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:23:22.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busier during the day...with less kids?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How on earth am i busier now that michael is in school? i feel like i'm running around all day long, non-stop and i only have one child to run after now. what's up? i haven't been able to do any creating or scrapbooking really since the retreat. that was like two weeks ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, my oldest little child is becoming quite the little photog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rt4dSHjpErI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YWa-2sDyYes/s1600-h/IMG_2919.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106551224588112562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rt4dSHjpErI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YWa-2sDyYes/s400/IMG_2919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; he snapped this one of the cat in the tree. some annoying (and too large to be living in our apartment complex) dog chased him up there. don't really have a clue how he got down. or how he was even hanging on to those little skimpy branches. michael asked me if he could take a pic and this is what he came back with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and could these little eyeballs be any bigger or any bluer? this little fella is looking more and more like michael every single day:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106552375639347906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rt4eVHjpEsI/AAAAAAAAAgo/VbJ9gIRuci0/s400/IMG_2926.JPG" border="0" /&gt; he pulled up to standing while in his crib the other day. i was walking the gomes and missed it. mike said that once owen did it, the poor kid was so excited but had no idea what to do. he hasn't done it since! he tried to tonight on the dining room chair. i peeked around the bar while doing dishes and saw his little eyeballs peering back. his little fingers were hanging on the seat. he was thinking about it but then he just disappeared. he sits up well now, but he still falls over a ton. too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106552702056862418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rt4eoHjpEtI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vHlYqY8XPkg/s400/IMG_2965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i guess that's about it. working on michael's sight-words...again...we had them all down at the beginning of the summer and now it seems like we're starting all over again. but that's fine. i was beginning to wonder when they were actually going to do some work in that school of his! he also told me that he has computer #8 in the lab. cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i called 911 the other day. was driving home from the wally mart and realized i had popped the trunk but didn't actually put any groceries in it (so i never actually closed it--another item to add to the list of the stupid things i find myself doing now that i have two kids). anyway, took the nearest exit and saw a little kid, no older than michael, just walking all by himself on the interstate ramp. i had to turn around and go down about two miles before the next exit so that i could get back to him. no cops and no child either. it was about 8 minutes total from the time i called to the time i returned to where i had seen him. i pray to God that the little boy is ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have to go. i'm exhausted. work tomorrow, calls to make, sight-words to practice, etc. etc....i'm squishing owen's head with my typing. he's on my lap sound asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hope everyone has a great day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2054779196473623544?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2054779196473623544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2054779196473623544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2054779196473623544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2054779196473623544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/09/busier-during-daywith-less-kids.html' title='Busier during the day...with less kids?!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rt4dSHjpErI/AAAAAAAAAgg/YWa-2sDyYes/s72-c/IMG_2919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1570277603082971471</id><published>2007-08-30T16:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:39:03.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>first day pics...second day and first tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rtc4MnjpEpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vTTitAIYvVA/s1600-h/IMG_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104610492075807378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rtc4MnjpEpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vTTitAIYvVA/s400/IMG_2855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1st day picture taken at his school...he's now a 'Gator'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael lost his first tooth yesterday morning...his second day of school. The first tooth that came in 5 1/2 years ago was the first one to go. Also, this morning, I noticed the second tooth that came in ready to come out! Big changes these days for my little boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104610981702079138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rtc4pHjpEqI/AAAAAAAAAgY/M-GOK0MFcvM/s400/IMG_2895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104609418333983346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rtc3OHjpEnI/AAAAAAAAAgA/TAwGUYktO60/s400/IMG_2911crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt; he was quite upset yesterday morning though about his tooth. he looked quite sad (probably shocked at the site of blood). i didn't even know it was loose. it came out when i brushed his teeth and i thought, man, i must have brushed pretty hard! then on the way to school, he cried and said, "I can't go to school with missing teeth, ma!" but he got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he seems to like school. i think having some 'old friends' there helps. kimber is there (the daughter of my friend from the scrapbook store) and kit is, too (he's from michael's mom's day out class). neither of them are in his class but they are right next door and they get to play during recess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;owen went to the doc today. 17 1/2 pounds and 4 or 5 shots. and some weird rotavirus drink they give now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after school today, michael had a chocolate chip cookie (hoping to get that other tooth out) and tried to coax owen to crawl into the laundry basket:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104609783406203522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rtc3jXjpEoI/AAAAAAAAAgI/FtRnTR6MINU/s400/IMG_2913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;having a little brother must be fun... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1570277603082971471?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1570277603082971471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1570277603082971471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1570277603082971471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1570277603082971471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-day-picssecond-day-and-first.html' title='first day pics...second day and first tooth'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rtc4MnjpEpI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/vTTitAIYvVA/s72-c/IMG_2855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2936672620973358604</id><published>2007-08-26T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:57:32.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my little boy starts kindergarten tomorrow. i cannot believe it. i don't think i'm going to take it all that well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tonight we read mr. wani again then he wanted me to put on scooby doo's merry scary christmas dvd. i was excited that he always goes back to scooby doo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's decided on a sponge bob bday party. don't know what we're going to do but i'm mailing out the invites tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was at a scrapbook retreat all weekend &lt;a href="http://www.coveredbridgeinn.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;at this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. i left friday night and came back about 11:00 this morning. i really felt bad about leaving michael his last weekend as a non-school kid...but my boss from the store paid for my spot and i didn't think it would be a big deal about me going until i got there and realized that i missed him terribly and wanted nothing but to go home. granted, i really did have a bunch of fun and got plenty of pages done. but i really missed the little fella and owen too. i'm thinking of becoming a room mom for his class. the teacher said they don't mind having other little ones around (owen) so i think i might do it on the days i'm not at the store. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's about it for tonight. no daily something today...just a pic from us reading our bedtime story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103208649110131298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RtI9OnjpEmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PuwPJnVxmXU/s400/IMG_2842bw.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have to get up way early b/c i have to be ready before everyone else, of course!&lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-2936672620973358604?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2936672620973358604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2936672620973358604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2936672620973358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2936672620973358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-tomorrow.html' title='School tomorrow'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RtI9OnjpEmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PuwPJnVxmXU/s72-c/IMG_2842bw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2379471865998935803</id><published>2007-08-24T00:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:09:52.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have to work tomorrow and michael starts school on monday, so today was our last 'official' day alone together as mom and pre-schooler. i'm sad and a little scared for him but very excited. i know he will do so very well. i hope that i did right by him all these years at home and that i taught him how to act towards others, not because his teachers will think i'm a moron, but because i don't want him to come home with any knocked out teeth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, today was just like any other. did a little of this and that. he got his daily dose of online cartoon network while i did housework, we played legos, went to lunch with friends, went to the park, got a cherry dr. pepper and an ice cream from sonic, checked the mail, made fun of owen's little hiney, watched drake &amp; josh, ate chocolate chip cookies...all that good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102129147734987330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rs5nbXjpEkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wm33j3DnOQI/s400/IMG_2770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we will drop off his school supplies and meet his teacher. i cannot believe 6 years has gone so quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2379471865998935803?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2379471865998935803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2379471865998935803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2379471865998935803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2379471865998935803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-day.html' title='last day...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rs5nbXjpEkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wm33j3DnOQI/s72-c/IMG_2770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6529555968699145361</id><published>2007-08-21T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:34:23.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>library and other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i worked today. spent most of it making little gift bag tags for a wedding. also did quite a bit of cleaning and organizing before that request came in. the boys were very good today. owen slept for most of my shift and michael worked in his books, watched a movie and played on the puter. he also played with owen on the mat when owen woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took michael to the library for the first time to get his library card and actually use it. he's old enough and ready to start kindergarten on monday...so i thought that he would like that. the first book he picked out was 'dog'...just some generic book about all types of dogs and stuff they can do...as soon as we walked down that first stack of books, that's the first thing he saw. some girl came and took it out of his hands though. but we checked it out. little snot.&lt;br /&gt;here's the little cutie with his stack of books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Wani&lt;/em&gt; by Kanako Usui--we've already read this one about 9 times... &lt;em&gt;Just Big Enough&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;All By Myself&lt;/em&gt; by Mercer Mayer and some dog dictionary book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101022288557661586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rsp4vrzUXZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/sTzDKudMwd4/s400/IMG_2761crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;michael ate corn and mashed potatoes tonight for the first time ever. any of you who know michael know that it is a huge feat to get him to eat something other than steak, chicken, pizza, or some type of fruit snack, aka sugar. it was rough and lots of tears were shed by the little guy, but he did it. you'd think we were trying to poison him with the show he put on. but his whole eating routine must end. he is too picky and will not do well once he starts school without good food in his belly. owen ate more than michael did today, if you want to know how poor is michael's appetite. tomorrow we're having linguine and clams for dinner...that should be a fun one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another good day...too flippin' hot, but another good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6529555968699145361?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6529555968699145361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6529555968699145361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6529555968699145361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6529555968699145361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/library-and-other-stuff.html' title='library and other stuff'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rsp4vrzUXZI/AAAAAAAAAfg/sTzDKudMwd4/s72-c/IMG_2761crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7003788957915799511</id><published>2007-08-16T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:13:27.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>crazy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsUsR7zUXVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y3DXxm4eALc/s1600-h/dailysomething8_16_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099530839689289042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsUsR7zUXVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y3DXxm4eALc/s400/dailysomething8_16_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today, the 2 minutes that are left as i type, has been a crazy one. had every intention of getting an early start, picking up a present for a party on saturday while getting the oil changed, coming home to clean until 3pm, taking michael to a birthday party (lots of parties these days).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;well, we did get up early, did get the present and did get to the party on time (even before the party throwers got there)... but the oil change thing just didn't happen. i see now the joys of owning a volkswagen. german cars and stores filled with lead-laced goodies from china don't mix. but i did finally get an inspection because i just love to spend $40 on something that 100% of the you-know-who's don't purchase at all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but, luckily i have a cute little boy who does silly things, even when i'm not at my very best, to cheer me up! truly a sweet-heart, both of them. thank you God for giving me such happy, healthy boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsUtqbzUXYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/c7-M15gQiLs/s1600-h/IMG_2699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsUtqbzUXYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/c7-M15gQiLs/s320/IMG_2699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099532360107711874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsUtjLzUXXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/03--U23CvAc/s1600-h/IMG_2691crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsUtjLzUXXI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/03--U23CvAc/s320/IMG_2691crop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099532235553660274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7003788957915799511?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7003788957915799511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7003788957915799511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7003788957915799511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7003788957915799511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/crazy-day.html' title='crazy day'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsUsR7zUXVI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Y3DXxm4eALc/s72-c/dailysomething8_16_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5053816963365763103</id><published>2007-08-15T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:55:30.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>another green bean day and a daily something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsOfo7zUXUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6t_9esIgf28/s1600-h/IMG_2664.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099094728710053186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsOfo7zUXUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6t_9esIgf28/s400/IMG_2664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i am officially addicted to my diet coke from chicken express. i usually only have one a day, but i will make a special trip just for it. good thing they're only $1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;owen had beans again today. not much going on. michael had his last day at mom's day out today. i was pretty sad for him. his little friend, bella (i talked to her mom), was very upset this morning. she will go to michael's school but not until he's in 1st grade. and that's if we're still living where we are. feeling kind of weird about him going to school. i think i'm  going to be a complete wreck. gotta go. mike has to print out something for his subbuteo thingy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5053816963365763103?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5053816963365763103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5053816963365763103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5053816963365763103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5053816963365763103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-green-bean-day-and-daily.html' title='another green bean day and a daily something'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsOfo7zUXUI/AAAAAAAAAe4/6t_9esIgf28/s72-c/IMG_2664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2863056937033760265</id><published>2007-08-15T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:40:25.773-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily something'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howdy tuesday'/><title type='text'>howdy tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Well, i'm thinking by the little clock down on the right that it's really Wednesday. oh well. i was very tired today. had to sneak in naps here and there just to make it through today. i know why. didn't have a good b-fast, well, check that...didn't have any breakfast, no OJ and no vitamin either.&lt;br /&gt;we did have an early start this morning. went to get shoes for michael to wear to school. he didn't want adidas. he wanted sketchers. didn't have his size. left store with nothing! try again another day. got a jibbitz for his crocs instead.&lt;br /&gt;hit the dollar tree for cleaning supplies and these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsKMw2LuZgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WdICnIz77tE/s1600-h/IMG_2656crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098792498943124994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsKMw2LuZgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WdICnIz77tE/s400/IMG_2656crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i have one of Owen with them on as well but my internet is being weird tonight. it keeps goofing up when i try to post a photo. anyway. it's not blogger it's all over. strange. maybe it's the meteor shower. well that was sunday, but still. could be. i'm king of ticked that i missed that. thought about it all day then went to bed forgetting all about it. oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm going to try to put a link up to my flickr account where you'll be able to see my daily somethings for the new AE challenge i've taken on. for now, try &lt;A href="http://flickr.com/photos/akaliz"&gt;here&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/3533688303365858225-2863056937033760265?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2863056937033760265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2863056937033760265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2863056937033760265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2863056937033760265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/howdy-tuesday_15.html' title='howdy tuesday!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsKMw2LuZgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/WdICnIz77tE/s72-c/IMG_2656crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7159672938383411221</id><published>2007-08-13T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:05:31.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily something'/><title type='text'>Daily Something #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsDc4mLuZdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TWQ3SdbQd7Q/s1600-h/IMG_2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098317643063911890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsDc4mLuZdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TWQ3SdbQd7Q/s400/IMG_2623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsDb6WLuZbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/PWdRJl3bDs8/s1600-h/IMG_2624.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098316573617055154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsDb6WLuZbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/PWdRJl3bDs8/s400/IMG_2624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've decided to take up one of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aliedwards.typepad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Ali Edwards'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;challenges. I like to think of her as the queen of 'real scrapbooking' because she incorporates not just photos into her work, but 'stuff'; much like the stuff i've kept in boxes all these years. airline or movie tickets, grocery receipts, brochures, event programs...and do i have a ton of this 'stuff'! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the whole idea of this challenge is to take a few mintues everyday and write something down or create something. the something can be a story that came to mind during the day and then jotted on the back of an envelope. it can be a picture that you took and then digitally added some journaling...whatever. some days it will be a long story, other days it might be a slip of paper with a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well this little cutie might not be very important in the years to come, but it's something that i wanted to do and that made me happy. i had to start somewhere...and what better place to start my 'Daily Something' than with a new pair of shoes? a new pair of shoes for me! and it's a picture of my feet...never before seen on a scrapbook project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098317084718163394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsDcYGLuZcI/AAAAAAAAAeI/b0Kys2zE1K4/s400/IMG_2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7159672938383411221?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7159672938383411221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7159672938383411221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7159672938383411221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7159672938383411221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/daily-something-1.html' title='Daily Something #1'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RsDc4mLuZdI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TWQ3SdbQd7Q/s72-c/IMG_2623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2845891044521467244</id><published>2007-08-12T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T23:31:34.058-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unpubbed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>UnPubbed *Corey Wagner*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's my take on a very cute lo by Corey Wagner, this week's famer at Unpubbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Today you were silly again"...how fitting for a page about Michael:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098037830239544706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rr_eZWLuZYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XSuEQd6qLP8/s400/IMG_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098037989153334674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rr_eimLuZZI/AAAAAAAAAdw/dUKMrEcDFg0/s400/IMG_2584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2845891044521467244?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2845891044521467244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2845891044521467244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2845891044521467244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2845891044521467244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/unpubbed-corey-wagner.html' title='UnPubbed *Corey Wagner*'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rr_eZWLuZYI/AAAAAAAAAdo/XSuEQd6qLP8/s72-c/IMG_2583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-4820893853405165661</id><published>2007-08-11T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:34:32.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>Creative with Donna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that sounds weird...but anyway, i took a class at the scrapbook store in colleyville this morning. my first truly official scrapbook class. (i'm not counting the one at GASC where they over-booked the Rusty Pickle class).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was just too much fun and must keeps tabs on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donnadowney.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Donna Downey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because as soon as she comes back to texas, i'll be at her class. reading her blog the last few days before the class, she is no different than those words. sweet, funny, and very inspiring...to be "perfect just the way you create." and all the ladies at the &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookpad.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;scrapbook pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; were just awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll post my project when i complete it...hopefully that will be very soon. i'm still itching with creativity from this morning. for now, here are our mugs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097640717563356482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rr51OWLuZUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ShmD3v96QeA/s400/donnadowneypic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks, Donna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and a little of this afterwards made for a perfect saturday morning: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097639356058723618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rr5z_GLuZSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/KQqM0LK_hUA/s400/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-4820893853405165661?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4820893853405165661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=4820893853405165661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4820893853405165661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4820893853405165661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/creative-with-donna.html' title='Creative with Donna'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rr51OWLuZUI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ShmD3v96QeA/s72-c/donnadowneypic2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5171604005957504243</id><published>2007-08-07T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:51:04.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howdy tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>howdy tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;michael took this picture of owen yesterday in the car: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095969300975346930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RriFFGLuZPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dWA2ZED3UJU/s400/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;he's quite the little photographer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;he keeps asking me when his birthday going to start. he wants an Underdog theme this year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;not much going on today. have to pick up pictures of the dog that attacked gomey. he was on our property again a few days ago and mike got some pictures of him. the owners came to pick him up. i wish mike had snapped a few of the owners, but he didn't get them. also, today i'm digging through some old papers trying to collect stuff for my class on saturday with &lt;a href="http://www.donnadowney.com/"&gt;donna downey&lt;/a&gt;. i can't wait! she's coming to a store in colleyville, so i signed up for the class. she's a big scrapbooking celebrity and i'll get to have my picture taken with her! yippee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, made some more of those awesome wal-mart cookies last night. they're almost all gone. we're all big fans of them around here, so they don't last very long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095970950242788610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RriGlGLuZQI/AAAAAAAAAco/NZw_wcDJ5wM/s400/IMG_2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5171604005957504243?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5171604005957504243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5171604005957504243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5171604005957504243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5171604005957504243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/howdy-tuesday.html' title='howdy tuesday...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RriFFGLuZPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/dWA2ZED3UJU/s72-c/IMG_2330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-8650226672011313819</id><published>2007-08-02T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:42:12.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>michael sings...and gomey does his thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is just too funny...at least we think so:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="348" height="261" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid84.photobucket.com/albums/k14/kemataraza/f452dc96.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-8650226672011313819?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8650226672011313819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=8650226672011313819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/8650226672011313819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/8650226672011313819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/michael-singsand-gomey-does-his-thing.html' title='michael sings...and gomey does his thing'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6134664933289295733</id><published>2007-08-02T11:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:19:59.713-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>so cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael finally got a pair of crocs yesterday. and he got the charms to go on them as well. he chose a lightning bolt (bc it looked like lightning mcqueen's) and a pirate flag with a skull and cross-bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RrIBe2LuZKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/CftWs2KlgaE/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094135757961847970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RrIBe2LuZKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/CftWs2KlgaE/s400/IMG_2250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when he got home, he went outside to splash in the puddles. then he came back in and wanted to wash them. i told him to just go rinse them off in the tub. he came out about five minutes later with a wet shirt and soaking wet shorts...i asked what happened. he said, "it's a long painful story and i really don't want to talk about it." too funny. he wants to get more charms to put on them. "like six more, mom. ok?" we'll see. those things are not cheap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bought owen a walker this morning. i like to hit target right when it opens, so that's what we did this morning. have to head to the store today to print out some more invites. they were all already done, but the customer had something to add to them, so i have to re-do them all! whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i have another video of michael singing. i will post it as soon as i can figure out how to just take a few bits of the video. it is quite amusing. gomey is in it as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been back at creating. we put togther a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrap2it.net/forum/index.php?PHPSESSID=982d2ec8c5d50fb1c9b2a55061afffc4&amp;action=gallery"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;summer page kit class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for the store. so i went ahead and made the example layouts...here'a taste:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094137553258177762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RrIDHWLuZOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CMBkTAnUS0w/s400/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094137467358831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RrIDCWLuZNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/h_BA_yHMpeU/s400/IMG_2180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094137377164518594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RrIC9GLuZMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/uwf0rv3BXfU/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094137295560139954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RrIC4WLuZLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FdxCiDxhAVk/s400/IMG_2166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6134664933289295733?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6134664933289295733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6134664933289295733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6134664933289295733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6134664933289295733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-cute.html' title='so cute...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RrIBe2LuZKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/CftWs2KlgaE/s72-c/IMG_2250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1080517428168842776</id><published>2007-07-29T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:31:15.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was the first Sunday we've spent at home in a while. I made this for my baked ziti dinner tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092717040069665922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rqz3KmLuZII/AAAAAAAAAbo/BIM5CMZkV3w/s320/IMG_2156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092717203278423186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rqz3UGLuZJI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cGbuuLlMUkA/s320/IMG_2159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and I interviewed Michael about his recycling projects...he got a kick out of it, but refused to do a second take (the first ran a bit long):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;embed width="248" height="161" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid84.photobucket.com/albums/k14/kemataraza/eb54da70.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1080517428168842776?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1080517428168842776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1080517428168842776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1080517428168842776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1080517428168842776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rqz3KmLuZII/AAAAAAAAAbo/BIM5CMZkV3w/s72-c/IMG_2156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-4961820667527780050</id><published>2007-07-28T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T15:30:01.026-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Saturday Morning Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK, going to give this a whirl...if it goes well (and so far it's been a pain and rather time consuming), i will do a video every saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's Owen and Gomey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid84.photobucket.com/albums/k14/kemataraza/14e13fa0.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-4961820667527780050?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4961820667527780050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=4961820667527780050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4961820667527780050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4961820667527780050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-morning-videos.html' title='Saturday Morning Videos'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1545491124204801214</id><published>2007-07-28T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:24:11.853-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><title type='text'>ooh, i sooo have to get these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqtQtmLuZHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Q8BfSgQGvGg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092252547946538098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqtQtmLuZHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Q8BfSgQGvGg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i think blue...or maybe black? that way i can wear them with everything! these will be great on the boat too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really, jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-1545491124204801214?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1545491124204801214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1545491124204801214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1545491124204801214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1545491124204801214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/ooh-i-sooo-have-to-get-these.html' title='ooh, i sooo have to get these!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqtQtmLuZHI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Q8BfSgQGvGg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3802178082112675673</id><published>2007-07-27T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:21:57.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapjacked'/><title type='text'>*Scrapjacked* but they already picked a winner...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqnqpmLuZGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lQMkRwNF390/s1600-h/IMG_2130crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091858854064317538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqnqpmLuZGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lQMkRwNF390/s400/IMG_2130crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqnqkWLuZFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b5mbqeuQGVA/s1600-h/IMG_2131crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091858763870004306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqnqkWLuZFI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/b5mbqeuQGVA/s400/IMG_2131crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it said i had until the 26th...but i guess that means you have through the 25th cuz i went to post my entry and they had already picked a winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, here it is. (i posted it anyway just to say i did it). it's of michael when we went to see sarah at her band competition in 3/05. she was in dallas and they competed at texas stadium. after the competition, we went down and ran around on the field. it was very cool! even though i'm not a big football fan. and since i'm not a texan, when mike asked me why the roof was partially open, i had no idea it was so God could watch the cowboys play football. silly me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;not much going on today. clean up the house. i'm going to try to make a video of the boys being themselves and post it here. just might take a while b/c i have to take it, load it on the computer, upload it somewhere to host it i think...first though, i need to charge the camera battery. ooh, and i scrapbook tonight!&lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-3802178082112675673?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3802178082112675673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3802178082112675673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3802178082112675673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3802178082112675673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/scrapjacked-but-they-already-picked.html' title='*Scrapjacked* but they already picked a winner...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqnqpmLuZGI/AAAAAAAAAbY/lQMkRwNF390/s72-c/IMG_2130crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-783890235507751635</id><published>2007-07-25T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:22:18.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>Little Face...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Michael and Owen had their pictures taken together this morning at Michael's Mom's Day Out. I think they will turn out really cute. They did say they were going to have a white background, so I dressed the boys in blue, of course, but the background turned out to be some picnic scene. I think they will still look cute anyway, but i'd much rather have had the plain white. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took these when we got home today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091278767191385138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqfbEGLuZDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h9f7_Hr7MK4/s400/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091278887450469442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqfbLGLuZEI/AAAAAAAAAbI/g0VSAJ-mQNc/s400/IMG_2098crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-783890235507751635?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/783890235507751635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=783890235507751635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/783890235507751635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/783890235507751635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-face.html' title='Little Face...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqfbEGLuZDI/AAAAAAAAAbA/h9f7_Hr7MK4/s72-c/IMG_2092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-4760363162173248818</id><published>2007-07-24T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:22:39.405-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><title type='text'>howdy tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;been a while, but life seems have been happening while i've been away. mike had his subbuteo tourney this past weekend in st. louis. he came back with some t-shirts, a cool new cap that i'm going to steal and some more little plastic me. he had a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, this is what's happening right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090795836773655570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqYj12LuZBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Dyr5GldztwE/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090795995687445538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqYj_GLuZCI/AAAAAAAAAa4/hpGR-d-mJNY/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gome-a-lux asleep in the closet, owen asleep in his bouncy, michael asleep in his bed. nice. and quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqYdK2LuY9I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/hg03PjAoSwI/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqYdUmLuY-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/EDnLaazl-nc/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gomey is still wearing the lamp shade. his stitches are out. but while they were in, he didn't get to get a bath and the fleas got really bad. when he got the stitches out, he went crazy and almost scratched his ear off. so i had to put another lamp shade back on until the Frontline takes effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really am having scrapbooking/creating withdrawals. just been really busy. i stayed up all night friday night working on the store website. i had to install a new forum (old one littered with spam--what a bunch of losers who set up those bots). anyway, it's nice and new and i hope to keep it fairly spam free. and the new program allows me to delete more than one user at a time, too, in case i have to do a big clean up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but see it all and tell me what you think: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrap2it.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;scrap 2 It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i'll warn you in advance if you still have dial-up...good luck with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's about all for tuesday. i tried to make it talk to momma tuesday, but i'm guessing she went to her exercise class this morning...and i left a 'brief' message on her answering machine. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-4760363162173248818?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4760363162173248818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=4760363162173248818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4760363162173248818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4760363162173248818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/howdy-tuesday.html' title='howdy tuesday...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RqYj12LuZBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Dyr5GldztwE/s72-c/IMG_2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6133998408548941456</id><published>2007-07-19T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:23:44.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>they suck, but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i finished 27 pages the other night to stick in my scrapbook. the pictures are down on the paper and the story is written. and i'm finally almost done with 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gomes is recovering nicely. he has fleas bad though and the stuff is not working because his bath was too long ago i guess. poor thing. he gets his stitches out on saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088914647843988578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rp906PUF5GI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YvkCtazXL2Q/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;this is the side where he had his tube. i can't believe he let them take it out without knocking him out first. his left shoulder looks similar to this one. poor guy. and that green tape on his leg we were supposed to take off last wednesday. but you know how that goes. we can't even get near it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, he's doing ok. a little itchy and annoyed by the lamp shade. but he's getting around quite well, considering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mike and his mom and dad took the kids to the peach festival on the 14th. michael had his face painted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088916507564827762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rp92mfUF5HI/AAAAAAAAAaI/LwSSTx7aWhQ/s320/IMG_1752crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;he looks so strange. like his face is really short. he was so excited though. and dad bought him a gun. not really. kind of like the ewok sling-shot except that it fires ping-pong balls. it's carved out of wood. it's pretty cool. it stays at grandma's house though, so he can use it in the back yard. i would have kept it here for dog walking but the ping-pong balls probably wouldn't do as much damage as the big metal pipe i've been carrying around these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not much going on today. hoping to have one of michael's friends come over to play and swim. just cleaning the house...a good cleaning. haven't done that in a while. includes scrubbing the lint and gunk off the baseboards using a toothbrush. i tried just wiping them but the paint is prickly so you can't get in there without some spray cleaner and a brush. but they sure do look pretty! and, if you go room to room, there really aren't that many of them. michael thought i was weird and got mad because i used his old toothbrush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's about all for today. maybe i'll do some creating this weekend. feeling a little better than i was last week, so, maybe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6133998408548941456?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6133998408548941456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6133998408548941456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6133998408548941456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6133998408548941456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-suck-but.html' title='they suck, but...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rp906PUF5GI/AAAAAAAAAaA/YvkCtazXL2Q/s72-c/IMG_1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6955045241415985412</id><published>2007-07-15T08:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:24:03.303-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i have decided...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to just let it go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling a little un-inspired and much under the creative weather these past two weeks, i have decided to just plain old 'catch up' on my scrapbooking. no fancy stuff...just get the two years worth of pictures i have stored at Walgreen's into a book. quick journaling, dates, a few thoughts and feelings (i have an unbelievable memory), use up the stash and get on to the new stuff where i can really bust out the good stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;plus, my old pictures are just not very good. i've become a little more aware of photography lately. and by 'aware', i simply mean that i'm not only looking at the subject but also the surroundings. i truly have some super cute pictures of michael during his pre-K years (and perhaps i will do those pictures up right) but we lived in that yucky old place and it seems all the pics were ruined simply because of what's in the background! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;up until jan 2007, my scrapbooks are pretty much michael's yearbooks...fancy, CM'd to hell or not...they are all his. i don't know that i'll be able to say that about owen. outlook is not good for a separate owen baby book. sorry child. michael never had his own either. i mean, the first year of his life is an installment of our family scrapbook (that &lt;em&gt;is &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we did that year!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i'm sure that's some super exciting stuff. my first child (the furry one) has a very good appetite but is really nursing his right leg, much more than the one seemingly more injured. i think it may have to do with the drainage tube in there. we'll have that taken out for him on monday night. a little late, but they won't do it on Sunday. losers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and did you hear? China is going to make their own weather! how exciting! they should do such a wonderful job at that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mike is leaving me! for a subbuteo tournament! how can he do this? with all that's going on? no, really i'm very excited for him. i mean, i did leave him for almost a whole month to visit my family. he's very excited too...but maybe just a little more than i am (he wanted some special shoes so he can play better). huh? i wish i had a picture of him demonstrating his flicking moves with these new shoes on. what a goober! he's been working on his &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.texassubbuteo.com/" target="_blank"&gt;league's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all week long...i think it looks pretty nice. he made the logo and everything. don't ask me what's up with that picture of our first President dressed up as superman...strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6955045241415985412?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6955045241415985412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6955045241415985412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6955045241415985412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6955045241415985412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-decided.html' title='i have decided...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5458724405025146406</id><published>2007-07-13T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:24:31.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>it's definitely the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wow. what a day. first it started out with gomey's wound bleeding. ok, so maybe i'm not so smart. but i've never had to deal with this type of thing before. he has a drainage tube in one of his wounds. he tried to turn around while sitting to lick his backside and with the e-collar on...he pulled way to hard and the blood started pouring out from the top of one wound. i freaked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was 9:00. had the kids ready to go to work by 10. i loaded everybody up and tried to get gomey into the car. the neighbor came out and saw me all upset and told me that the leakage was normal. she said as long as it wasn't swelling or seeping green that he was fine. she calmed me down...way down. i thought stuff was supposed to come out of the tube...so you can see how i was a bit wigged. anyway, i never said i took A&amp;P, only cell phys. no external seepage in cell phys. i left gomey at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, hope you're not reading this during dinner time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the store was CRaZy!!! i was behind the register from 10:10 to almost 1:30. i had a few minutes to make michael a hot dog and make a bottle for owen to feed michael. no time for boobage today. when it calmed down a little, i even had to ask two ladies if they minded if i went to the bathroom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had to run to the gas station after the store (michael loves going to the gas station to get a snack) and on the way out i was waiting behind a lady (with no blinker) to pull out. what she was waiting for i have no idea; both lanes were clear to pull out...wait...i know what she was waiting for! she was waiting to back up right into me! FreAK!!! i was so ticked. and she kept backing up! i could feel her big old truck pushing on the car while i was laying on the horn the whole time. i backed up and got out. nothing bad, just a dent on the plate. then she gets out...this super old lady. "i couldn't even see you behind me!" and i thought, well i guess you didn't hear me either beep the horn as soon as you put your truck in reverse gear. anyway, i had no time for this garbage. no damage done. i had to go to the post office to send a certified letter (to the people whose dog attacked gomey) then get home to check on the gomes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was worried about him all day. thinking he had torn all his stitches out. i was a mess. but, i got home and he was just sitting there all stitched up and in his lamp shade, wagging his tail. what a sweetie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;so, what a nice post. but it is friday and the week from hell is almost over. now off to play trouble with michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086830278740403282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RpgNL_UF5FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZYUm21dEA1o/s400/IMG_1741crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5458724405025146406?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5458724405025146406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5458724405025146406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5458724405025146406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5458724405025146406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-definitely-13th.html' title='it&apos;s definitely the 13th'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RpgNL_UF5FI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/ZYUm21dEA1o/s72-c/IMG_1741crop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7285514409481563029</id><published>2007-07-11T08:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T11:23:27.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>poor fella...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gomey was attacked by another dog on monday night. Mike was walking him (on a leash) and this other dog bit the crap out of him. it took mike and two others to tear the other dog away. the other dog was at least 100 pounds, a bull mastiff. it was from across the street. anyway, gomey is doing ok. he had to get surgery and the vet said that gomey almost had his entire front left leg torn off. the other dog bit him around the top of the shoulder blades. more to come later. just taking a break from the craziness and checking my email and thought i would update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7285514409481563029?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7285514409481563029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7285514409481563029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7285514409481563029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7285514409481563029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/poor-fella.html' title='poor fella...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-363205354219362395</id><published>2007-07-07T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:56:20.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>StAr WaRs...nothing but STaR WaRS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;remember that song? Bill Murray dressed in that blue sparkly jacket singing on SNL? too funny. i wish i could remember the rest of the words. heck, maybe i'll check out YouTube. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084482835530286402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro-2Mz5ahUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/2xS1jAT4Eng/s400/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt; anyway, Ft. Worth Science Museum (btw, their site sucks--can't find anything) must have some serious connections...they have the Star Wars Exhibit there until Sept. 3. so, of course, we went! not sure who enjoyed looking at the ships more, Michael or Mike. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084483342336427362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro-2qT5ahWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/IRDFVGakxw8/s400/IMG_1613crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was cute though, to watch the two. and i had fun trying to get some good pictures with everyone walking by and everything in glass cases. they had the ride the hover-craft thing but Michael was too short (you need to eat, boy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here are some pictures from our 4th of July, too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro-1kD5ahSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Lr5c0ITSGXw/s1600-h/IMG_1525crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084482135450617122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro-1kD5ahSI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Lr5c0ITSGXw/s400/IMG_1525crop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sittin' in the car...waiting for the show to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084482603602052402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro-1_T5ahTI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iKlF5_3sFP4/s400/IMG_1598.JPG" border="0" /&gt; it was worth the wait...pretty good display.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-363205354219362395?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/363205354219362395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=363205354219362395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/363205354219362395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/363205354219362395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/star-warsnothing-but-star-wars.html' title='StAr WaRs...nothing but STaR WaRS...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro-2Mz5ahUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/2xS1jAT4Eng/s72-c/IMG_1612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-2825950523276713215</id><published>2007-07-06T10:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:08:54.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unpubbed'/><title type='text'>Corey's Challenge at Unpubbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro5gXT5ahRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/is5KgkWvuAo/s1600-h/94.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084106982942213394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro5gXT5ahRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/is5KgkWvuAo/s400/94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, so i might be a little late for this...but i still did it! and what fun i had! i think i may be a little over the top with all the do-dads on this; it was just so much fun to make a non-boy page/project! tfl! you can see more here too: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scrapinstyletv.com/portfolio/view_layout.php?layout_id=14337&amp;user_id=2291"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.scrapinstyletv.com/portfolio/view_layout.php?layout_id=14337&amp;amp;user_id=2291&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; at my SIS gallery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-2825950523276713215?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/2825950523276713215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=2825950523276713215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2825950523276713215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/2825950523276713215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/coreys-challenge-at-unpubbed.html' title='Corey&apos;s Challenge at Unpubbed'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Ro5gXT5ahRI/AAAAAAAAAZI/is5KgkWvuAo/s72-c/94.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1964436876254359438</id><published>2007-07-04T12:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:08:17.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>born on the 4th of July...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RovUlz5ahPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HiD1xZGW_KA/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083390350469006578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RovUlz5ahPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HiD1xZGW_KA/s400/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RovUdj5ahOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Au3ktSafMU/s1600-h/IMG_1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083390208735085794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RovUdj5ahOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Au3ktSafMU/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; i saw this on my way out this morning to get my chicken e drink. ok, so i've seen caterpillars before, but never in a coccoon made of sticks! how cool is this? michael said it looked like Wil Turner's dad and Davy Jones (from Pirates of the Caribbean). what an imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i'll celebrate my Country's 231st birthday today! thanks to all who have made this possible...and to all of those who aren't home to celebrate, &lt;strong&gt;God Bless&lt;/strong&gt; you for enabling me to walk out my door, see this caterpillar and go get a diet coke with my boys, when i want and how i want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083391604599457026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RovVuz5ahQI/AAAAAAAAAZA/h09UDJgUQiY/s400/IMG_1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1964436876254359438?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RovUlz5ahPI/AAAAAAAAAY4/HiD1xZGW_KA/s72-c/IMG_1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6982943821729183996</id><published>2007-07-03T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:18:14.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapjacked'/><title type='text'>*Scrapjacked Alison Flynn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RosCFj5ahMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/5JN4VtIEHyw/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083158898976392386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RosCFj5ahMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/5JN4VtIEHyw/s400/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083159045005280466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RosCOD5ahNI/AAAAAAAAAYo/e4KOZDz6f1o/s400/IMG_1395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't remember the last time i cut the subject out of a picture! i think it was back in the CM days! this was really fun and of course i had the perfect paper for it. i wish the rest of the title (the "hey ma! look at my..." part) was more visible but i didn't have anyhthing else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the pic was taken at my sister's house during our visit last month. we heard all this banging around and went up in the bonus room to find michael jumping on the air mattress and kicking the punching bag. he said, "look at my sweet moves ma!" and he kept doing it over and over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, thanks for the inspiration and thanks for looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6982943821729183996?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RosCFj5ahMI/AAAAAAAAAYg/5JN4VtIEHyw/s72-c/IMG_1392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5932618210146341006</id><published>2007-07-02T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:07:52.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i want this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i found this blog while clicking around the internet...wow! i would kill for this set up! well, not quite kill, but you know what i mean! laura, we have so got to do this someday! i could live in this joint...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracykeith.typepad.com/tracy_keith/2007/06/such-an-amazing.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;http://tracykeith.typepad.com/tracy_keith/2007/06/such-an-amazing.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm...maybe i'll just move to Houston? no, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, michael didn't want to go to school today (mom's day out). so he stayed with his G-ma and she took him to Wallymart. he is also spending the night there again. he was too funny the other day. first thing when he woke up, he came in to give me a hug and then went off to clean his room--he got a gift card from his Aunt Sally to Target and got a few new goodies on Friday night. it was late when we got back and i told him he couldn't bust out his new toys until he cleaned up his room--so...he came out about 15 minutes later and said he was finished. i went in and he had stuffed all his toys under his bed! i was a little ticked but it was just too cute. he put some things away but he said he had to put certain things under his bed because there wasn't enough room in the bins. what a cutie! and that also means it's time to clean out the bins again--too many toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082774602482615474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Romkkj5ahLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h5j-fGbW6pU/s400/IMG_1369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;owen went to work with me and for like the eighth time in four days someone thought he was a girl. i mean, he is pretty, but come on! i always put him in something blue...to match those big blue eyes and make that blond hair shine. it is getting a little long but he's too little for a cut yet. he's fighting sleep right now in his new bed. we set up michael's crib b/c owen is just too big for the bassinet now. but he seems so little and lost in this big old crib! he manages to roll on every inch of it though! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that's about all for today. i'm in a creative slump since i've been back. and i have to buy groceries tomorrow and get the vw inspected (what a joke---money maker) and get the oil changed. later, dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5932618210146341006?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5932618210146341006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5932618210146341006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5932618210146341006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5932618210146341006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-this.html' title='i want this...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Romkkj5ahLI/AAAAAAAAAYY/h5j-fGbW6pU/s72-c/IMG_1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7854719514492971521</id><published>2007-06-29T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:07:31.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i'm home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wew.. and a lot of work to do; cleaning, unpacking, catching up on papers/bills/mail, etc. i am so glad though that i didn't get that wednesday or thursday flight out because when i got to dallas i saw all this luggage piled up with no place to go! :( i'd absolutely hate to be without my luggage. i mean, you pack so you can basically 'live away from home' and to be without that? yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, we all made it here safe. our little prayer before take-off worked. thank you, God! and the people at the airport were so very nice to us this morning in raleigh. they even let me cut in front of the security checkpoint lines. sorry for those of you whom i cut. but really, if i didn't get to do that, i'd probably still be in raleigh waiting for a flight out...it was packed there, even at 5am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the house wasn't too messy when i arrived as mike spent most of the three weeks at his mom's. he ate her out of house and home, i'm sure they got stuck watching soccer and weird movies for the whole month, too. just lots of laundry and dusting to do mostly. gomey was certainly happy to see us. he looks so tiny now because i got used to coco and charlie (my sister's two chocolate labs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;glad to be back but of course i started missing my family before i even left. that sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i also have some scrapbooking to do! &lt;a href="http://www.unpubbed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;unpubbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has an 'interim' challenge that i can't wait to do, &lt;a href="http://www.scrapjacked.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;scrapjacked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; will post on the 1st and &lt;a href="http://www.onelittleword.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;one little word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is due soon as well! and i have to work tomorrow, too! but i can't wait to get back to the store and get back in the groove. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ttfn! no pics. haven't unpacked my portable memory thingy yet. and i really don't know what bag i shoved it in. wouldn't that suck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7854719514492971521?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7854719514492971521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7854719514492971521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7854719514492971521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7854719514492971521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-home.html' title='i&apos;m home!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1199015943226379570</id><published>2007-06-27T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:07:13.896-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>ok...not home yet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too much rain!!! our flight got cancelled and too much waiting on the phone to book a new flight pushed us all the way to a friday a.m. departure! so...i'm at my sister's house until friday. and it's still supposed to rain all through the weekend. wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, we're just hanging out, eating popcorn, watching tennis (laura and jim are big tennis fans--they comment on tennis matches like mike would comment on a soccer or football game), snacking on stuff. and i really need to go home because i've been eating everything in sight. i guess i'm filling up on the stuff i can't get/prepare at home either because i can't find it or i'm the only one who'll eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k14/kemataraza/dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i found this picture on my sister's computer and i can't wait to get a print and hang it up. we're not sure where it was taken, but we're thinking it's from the local hilo, hi golf course in '93 or '94. but i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1199015943226379570?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1199015943226379570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1199015943226379570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1199015943226379570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1199015943226379570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/oknot-home-yet.html' title='ok...not home yet!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-954929394345019016</id><published>2007-06-26T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:06:54.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unpubbed'/><title type='text'>*unpubbed* Beth Johnson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RoEd6ZCNrZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HwSwVYhKNbg/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080374743640419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RoEd6ZCNrZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HwSwVYhKNbg/s400/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RoEdw5CNrYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/dgg_wHJ3HcU/s1600-h/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080374580431662466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RoEdw5CNrYI/AAAAAAAAAYI/dgg_wHJ3HcU/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok, so i did two layouts for this one. i started the cookie monster one...then my mom said i should use that design to make a growth chart and i couldn't resist. i had the perfect pics, too, of the octopus (but i hate the ugly countertops from our old house--icky!) anyway, these were fun to make. thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unpubbed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! and thanks Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-954929394345019016?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/954929394345019016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=954929394345019016&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/954929394345019016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/954929394345019016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/unpubbed-beth-johnson.html' title='*unpubbed* Beth Johnson'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RoEd6ZCNrZI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HwSwVYhKNbg/s72-c/IMG_1293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-8565123751464274992</id><published>2007-06-25T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:06:37.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>almost time to head home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn_tx5CNrXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-UtxMJPJ8ok/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080040346076687730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn_tx5CNrXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-UtxMJPJ8ok/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Fun-Dip and three cousins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm glad to get back there but also very sad to leave as i don't know when i'll get back again. michael really, really misses his daddy (and so do I) and gomey too. michael "wants to get back to normal". i do wish that he'd go swimming though. his two cousins will spend the whole day there and he just doesn't want to go in the pool. he's really missing out. he wants to sit here on the couch and watch tv today. nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-8565123751464274992?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8565123751464274992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=8565123751464274992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/8565123751464274992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/8565123751464274992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/almost-time-to-head-home.html' title='almost time to head home...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn_tx5CNrXI/AAAAAAAAAYA/-UtxMJPJ8ok/s72-c/IMG_1249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-8847882561813147769</id><published>2007-06-24T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:06:18.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>EMP and PPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn5pa5CNrVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ViudWJA2DSo/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079613340428119378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn5pa5CNrVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ViudWJA2DSo/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn5pOJCNrUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/e7u-cp1qBo4/s1600-h/IMG_1201.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079613121384787266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn5pOJCNrUI/AAAAAAAAAXo/e7u-cp1qBo4/s320/IMG_1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've discovered that owen is an EMP (early morning pooper) and my sister is a PPS (Penoir Poppin' Sleeper).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and we haven't taken a picture of all the family yet and joanie has to leave this morning so we'll all be lookin' pretty rough this morning for our family portrait. but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079613516521778530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn5plJCNrWI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7rScbweTjrE/s320/IMG_1225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;michael is having a rough time. he misses his dad. he's trying to have fun with his cousins, but yesterday was rough because he didn't want to swim and everyone else was. he was 'too cold'. i told him that he needed to eat some more for some insulation. he's so darn skinny! but when we got home, the boys went in the hot tub and then they went out back and made some s'mores. i asked michael to ask his uncle jim to set up the telescope. but jim said no because it was so cloudy. michael got pretty upset and i told him that he wouldn't see anything anyway because it was so cloudy. then michael said, "but we could look at the houses." peeping tom. i told him that we couldn't do that. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-8847882561813147769?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/8847882561813147769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rn5pa5CNrVI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ViudWJA2DSo/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-4316972973285710583</id><published>2007-06-21T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:05:51.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>pellow fights, movies, and food (as usual)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just sitting around recovering after a pillow fight (or &lt;em&gt;pellow&lt;/em&gt; fight, as michael says). we had a great dinner tonight. baked chicken with tomatoes, mozzarella and fresh parsley from momma's garden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we're heading down to laura's tomorrow. dude, dar, charlie and jared are heading down from ny saturday. haven't seen my bro in a few years, like 3 i think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;went to the movies today. took michael to see surf's up. it was cute, i guess. owen sat through the whole thing too and didn't make a peep! mom said that he probably made a lot of peeps...in his pants! "oh, karen!" she says. we just asked michael what he remembers from the movie...the only thing he can recall is, "like a trash can full of poop." nice. thanks, hollywood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yumm...that ww fudge bar i just ate was very good! and only one point! i'm trying to get the computer to recognize my memory stick because i have a picture on there i want to put on this post but it's not working for some reason. bum! i guess i'll have to wait on that one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mom is mad about the 'googley-eyed mother' picture in the previous post...so be sure to check it out! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-4316972973285710583?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/4316972973285710583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=4316972973285710583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4316972973285710583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/4316972973285710583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/pellow-fights-movies-and-food-as-usual.html' title='pellow fights, movies, and food (as usual)'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5808333510576115630</id><published>2007-06-20T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:05:26.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>it's late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i'm so not tired. everyone is sleeping and i know i'll hate myself in the morning...at 5:45 when owen wakes up to 'talk' to me. what a cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what it is but now when i stay up really late i feel all hung-over in the morning. like i've been out drinking all night and smoked like 2 packs of cigs. well, i do know what it is...it's called 'getting the heck old'--and without all the fun of drinking all night and smoking 2 packs of cigs. and no kimchi, soju, or OB either. (not tampons--beer). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i took a star wars personality test but my result (i'm han-solo-esque) i didn't want to post because the picture had some not-so-very nice words on it. and this is a family blog. i mean, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was clicking around too and found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;this pioneer woman blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. awesome. fun to read and the cooking portion of her blog made we want to go eat a whole stick of butter. (i used to do that when i was a kid. my ma used to have to put the butter way up high in the fridge.) at least i know where michael gets it from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess i can put a picture here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toad Behind Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078362070425906466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rnn3ZZCNrSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/76C4YIRoszg/s320/IMG_1103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Googly-eyed Mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078362577232047410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rnn325CNrTI/AAAAAAAAAXg/nUBle8WBSSU/s320/IMG_1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hear the snoring and it's making me very sleepy. i was talking about michael. hopefully you're not snoring. although i don't know why you wouldn't be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;later, dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5808333510576115630?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5808333510576115630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5808333510576115630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5808333510576115630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5808333510576115630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-late.html' title='it&apos;s late...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rnn3ZZCNrSI/AAAAAAAAAXY/76C4YIRoszg/s72-c/IMG_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3448141170552165641</id><published>2007-06-20T07:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:05:05.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>awww....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnkjMpCNrQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2ERPqRDB7eY/s1600-h/DSCF0014short.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078128754917485826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnkjMpCNrQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2ERPqRDB7eY/s400/DSCF0014short.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078129016910490898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rnkjb5CNrRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/wm0yRNuIJDk/s400/IMG_1046short.jpg" border="0" /&gt;only one more week left before i head back home. it's been a good trip so far and i hate to think about leaving because i don't know when i'll get back here to see my family. suckage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, mom and i are just hanging out today; maybe she'll paint and i'll scrapbook. ooh, she painted the prettiest picture to hang in my room. it's big. i'll just have to buy a frame for it when i get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finished all 23 episodes of 'heroes' this morning. owen has been getting up at like 5:45 every morning since we've been here so i figured i might as well do something. so we sit and watch heroes. was kinda disappointed in the ending. i mean, we all knew that what's his face wasn't really going to die. but what about peter? is he going to come back? that's the whole reason i liked watching the show to begin with. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guess i need to partake in a d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daylightdonuts.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff99;"&gt;aylight donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; muffin. they're only 3 points. and they are awesome! i wish they had a shop in texas though. i know they're a franchise and going to their website, i don't see anything about the muffin. oh well. they're really great muffins, especially the raspberry swirl white chocolate chunk muffin. hmmm. maybe i should open one in texas! "time to make the donuts..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think they're getting ready to build a house next to my mom's. they're digging and making lots of noise. later dudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-3448141170552165641?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3448141170552165641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3448141170552165641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3448141170552165641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3448141170552165641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/awww.html' title='awww....'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnkjMpCNrQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/2ERPqRDB7eY/s72-c/DSCF0014short.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3653622827692129061</id><published>2007-06-18T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:25:56.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapjacked'/><title type='text'>scrapjacked...again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnciQJCNrNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PcqB7KlO34k/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077564765581978834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnciQJCNrNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PcqB7KlO34k/s400/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ok. so i just couldn't resist doing another one! i made the first one and then dozed off for a minute with my kiddoes and had a dream about making this one. i just had to do it! i did this on 8x12, too, which was a lot of fun. the 6x12 was a little bit too small for me to work with but maybe i'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077565070524656866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rncih5CNrOI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_9jxWVF3BUc/s400/IMG_1075short.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077565684704980210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RncjFpCNrPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/vbGMQFBQuNA/s400/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-3653622827692129061?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3653622827692129061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3653622827692129061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3653622827692129061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3653622827692129061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/scrapjackedagain.html' title='scrapjacked...again...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnciQJCNrNI/AAAAAAAAAWw/PcqB7KlO34k/s72-c/IMG_1078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5159284556187021152</id><published>2007-06-18T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:26:22.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapjacked'/><title type='text'>*Scrapjacked* Maria Grace Abuzman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this one was pretty fun...no pics, just journaling. i had so many ideas and tey got a bit out of control. and since i'm not at home with all my scrapbooking goodies, i had to stay pretty simple with the techniques. i liked this one mostly because of the circles! i used the new &lt;a href="http://www.elsieflannigan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Elsie Flannigan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stuff, some &lt;a href="http://www.heidiswapp.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Heidi Swapp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.doodlebug.ws/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Doodlebug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.makingmemories.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Making Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. oh, and i'm not &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; 32...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnbH25CNrJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VHoKxsRo4S8/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077465375743782034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnbH25CNrJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VHoKxsRo4S8/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077466651349068978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnbJBJCNrLI/AAAAAAAAAWg/LDGJgyVfjVA/s400/IMG_1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077467106615602370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnbJbpCNrMI/AAAAAAAAAWo/61uaGSWBELU/s400/IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5159284556187021152?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5159284556187021152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5159284556187021152&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5159284556187021152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5159284556187021152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/scrapjacked-maria-grace-abuzman.html' title='*Scrapjacked* Maria Grace Abuzman'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnbH25CNrJI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VHoKxsRo4S8/s72-c/IMG_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7046201810347024976</id><published>2007-06-14T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:35:00.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>*OLW--"MY"*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnHKu5CNrHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/C6mTEKLvW1w/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076061161956158578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnHKu5CNrHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/C6mTEKLvW1w/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnHINJCNrFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jlXSBVF8kEo/s1600-h/IMG_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how could i resist doing this challenge about my silly little Korean doggie, Gomey? not too many US citizens can say they have a Korean doggie. people always tell me i saved him from being eaten--but he's too small. they actually have dog farms in Korea...well, i'm sure you don't want to hear the rest. anyway, i got Gomey when i was stationed in Uijongbu, South Korea. he was the company mascot for the 102d MI Battalion. i missed him so much when i left that i had a friend bring him back to me. Gomey flew all the way from S. Korea to Baltimore in his little 'Furrari'. I drove from Ft. Campbell, KY to MD to pick him up and he's been with me ever since. He's such a fun little ball of fur, doing his 'tuck and run routine' and just being a loyal friend who's always happy to see me. this is not the first scrapbook page featuring Gomey, but this picture (although a little blurry) is my favorite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076061578567986306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnHLHJCNrII/AAAAAAAAAWI/PEZZ9GDY51M/s400/IMG_0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the korean on the page is just a translation of the title and 'his name is gomey' and 'he's a one of a kind doggie.' tfl! &lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-7046201810347024976?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7046201810347024976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7046201810347024976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7046201810347024976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7046201810347024976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/olw-my.html' title='*OLW--&quot;MY&quot;*'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RnHKu5CNrHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/C6mTEKLvW1w/s72-c/IMG_0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-6821577179828513463</id><published>2007-06-13T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T16:15:02.443-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><title type='text'>i didn't do my howdy tuesday post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, how about howdy wednesday? i talked my momma into going with me to Archiver's store on friday. i guess i over-estimated my mom's interest in scrapbooking. but that's ok. she has replaced that desire with her painting. and she said she's sure she'll find something there to buy anyway. and, she doesn't mind painting a pic or two while i mess up her table with my scrapbook stuff i bought. oooh...and i can't wait to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the weather here is nuts. it's almost like texas except that here the weather doesn't actually happen. like 2 minutes ago it was super sunny. now it's really windy and very dark, like it's going to rain. it did the same thing like 3 times yesterday, but it never did anything. weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not much else i want to talk about. i'm going to go play uno with michael and ma. later dudes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-6821577179828513463?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/6821577179828513463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=6821577179828513463&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6821577179828513463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/6821577179828513463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-didnt-do-my-howdy-tuesday-post.html' title='i didn&apos;t do my howdy tuesday post...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-568083273944944914</id><published>2007-06-12T08:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:04:07.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>bowling, arbying, dancing, and painting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075167886068001826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6eTZCNrCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gRWbqVxaP24/s400/IMG_0789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ma was the bowling champ with a 145. i came in second with a 110 and michael in third with an 86. but he did get a strike! first ever.then it was off to arby's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6e5pCNrEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/II3NpQALhxs/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075168543197998146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6e5pCNrEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/II3NpQALhxs/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; a little dancing in the kitchen to mom's musical fridge magnets (momma and i always danced in the kitchen when i was growing up)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6en5CNrDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sLHputEFlus/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075168238255320114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6en5CNrDI/AAAAAAAAAVg/sLHputEFlus/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; michael painted this masterpiece pretty much all by himself. it's called "forest with a dinosaur with an eyeball in it". grandma showed him how to make the mountains and the trees and, with her lead, he did the whole thing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6d3ZCNrBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-85NQEC2jvA/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075167405031664658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6d3ZCNrBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/-85NQEC2jvA/s400/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is my first attempt (well, actually second...i ditched the first 'beach scene') at acrylic painting. not &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; terribly bad. it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6dj5CNrAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ERtQYld2sA4/s1600-h/IMG_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075167070024215554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6dj5CNrAI/AAAAAAAAAVI/ERtQYld2sA4/s400/IMG_0837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; it was a good day yesterday. mom is off to her silver sneakers fitness group this morning. too funny. michael is still sleeping (with all his electronics--portable dvd player, radio and headphones, and scooby-doo flashlight) and owen, who has been up since 5:30 am talking, is now fast asleep in the bathroom in his bouncy chair. wow. i hope that doesn't mean he'll be up now at 4:30 when we get back to central time...really...when did this start? yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, i'm just hanging out typing on my blog, organizing some pictures and updating some things on momma's puter. i think i might run out of room on my portable drive with all the pics i've been taking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe i'll go scrapbook now. of course, as soon as i get settled, everyone will wake up!&lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-568083273944944914?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/568083273944944914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=568083273944944914&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/568083273944944914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/568083273944944914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/bowling-arbying-dancing-and-painting.html' title='bowling, arbying, dancing, and painting...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rm6eTZCNrCI/AAAAAAAAAVY/gRWbqVxaP24/s72-c/IMG_0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1669983713613281212</id><published>2007-06-10T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:59:39.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>i've been waiting for this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmwSCZCNq-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/wW-Uv7Wy6Vg/s1600-h/IMG_0736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074450712428915682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmwSCZCNq-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/wW-Uv7Wy6Vg/s400/IMG_0736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074450952947084274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmwSQZCNq_I/AAAAAAAAAVA/e6lgsVN_BCc/s400/IMG_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and soon we'll have one of mom and all the kids...together...finally! with dad looking down from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1669983713613281212?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1669983713613281212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1669983713613281212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1669983713613281212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1669983713613281212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-waiting-for-this.html' title='i&apos;ve been waiting for this...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmwSCZCNq-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/wW-Uv7Wy6Vg/s72-c/IMG_0736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5469983303623503305</id><published>2007-06-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:00:10.130-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unpubbed'/><title type='text'>*UnPubbed Challenge #3* Colleen Vasconcellos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's my take on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unpubbed.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Colleen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; super cute layout. i really like the journaling around the title in Colleen's layout. and also the 'do-dads' on the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i know if my friend Andrea reads this and goes to the UnPubbed link, she may think the featured artist looks like someone we went to High School with? don't ya think, Andy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, here's my 'Guy Time'&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074229852325653410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmtJKpCNq6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/swZtGgCQl8E/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074230195923037106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmtJepCNq7I/AAAAAAAAAUg/FJVg9gRZUc0/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074231677686754258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmtK05CNq9I/AAAAAAAAAUw/JzTdIcEnZyA/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5469983303623503305?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5469983303623503305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5469983303623503305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5469983303623503305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5469983303623503305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/unpubbed-challenge-3-colleen.html' title='*UnPubbed Challenge #3* Colleen Vasconcellos'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmtJKpCNq6I/AAAAAAAAAUY/swZtGgCQl8E/s72-c/IMG_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7934272707049110308</id><published>2007-06-08T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:00:35.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapjacked'/><title type='text'>*Scrapjacked Challenge* Anja Wade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's my lo for this week's scrapjacked challenge. i wanted to leave this one kinda simple...didn't want to 'junk it all up' like i usually do, just cuz the picture is so much by itself. too funny.&lt;br /&gt;tfl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073746307727600514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmmRYpCNq4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZpQ2GLbeQKU/s400/IMG_0663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmmRi5CNq5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vszmxPzffO8/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073746483821259666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmmRi5CNq5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/vszmxPzffO8/s400/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmmROZCNq3I/AAAAAAAAAUA/k8bj6h5cWus/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7934272707049110308?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7934272707049110308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7934272707049110308&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7934272707049110308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7934272707049110308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/scrapjacked-challenge-anja-wade.html' title='*Scrapjacked Challenge* Anja Wade'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmmRYpCNq4I/AAAAAAAAAUI/ZpQ2GLbeQKU/s72-c/IMG_0663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-5832457302728176164</id><published>2007-06-08T08:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:02:33.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OLW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>i'm here and one little word post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm in nc visiting my family! hooray! went to my niece's graduation yesterday. i can't believe that she's already done with hs. i was only 14 when she was born...yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, we are having fun and michael is enjoying the punching bag upstairs, listening to his headphones...can't get him to swim though. but we'll work on that. still waiting on london broil and spaghetti sauce though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here's my post for One Little Word challenge 'Stop':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073685216112782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmlZ0pCNqvI/AAAAAAAAATA/wmY71dWP4iI/s400/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073685512465525506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmlaF5CNqwI/AAAAAAAAATI/kROV6PG7yAQ/s320/IMG_0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and here are some pictures from my trip thus far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073686878265125650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmlbVZCNqxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/doa7dkLaTxc/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073687367891397410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rmlbx5CNqyI/AAAAAAAAATY/zBEvEdrdh3c/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073687569754860338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rmlb9pCNqzI/AAAAAAAAATg/Y-YgWZWm4Wo/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073688291309366098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmlcnpCNq1I/AAAAAAAAATw/egjf85CDjgg/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073687840337800002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmlcNZCNq0I/AAAAAAAAATo/ZBHy0LTIpCE/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073688866834983778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmldJJCNq2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/lpslp6rNxWM/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-5832457302728176164?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/5832457302728176164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=5832457302728176164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5832457302728176164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/5832457302728176164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-here-and-one-little-word-post.html' title='i&apos;m here and one little word post'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmlZ0pCNqvI/AAAAAAAAATA/wmY71dWP4iI/s72-c/IMG_0630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-854185993839690229</id><published>2007-06-05T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T11:01:47.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>oh, bum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, i should be on a plane right now but...i called just after leaving the house to find out my gate info and MY FLIGHT WAS CANCELLED!!!! they said because of the weather...(???) ummm, it's sunny here and there. anway, can you say, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%$#@!#%@#%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;%$#@!#%@#%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!" anyway, i can't get another flight out until 4pm! and i've been up since 5:30 getting everybody ready. what a pain in the butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, maybe i just wasn't meant to get on that particular flight. we went out for breakfast since there is absolutely no food in the house. mike said not to bother getting anything (because he will be at his mom's the 3 weeks that i'm gone). soo....to kill some time we acted silly behind the store and took a bunch of pictures and michael played with a fire ant bed--well, he threw rocks at it until i yelled at him. how can i yell at this face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072610198683495106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmWIGZCNqsI/AAAAAAAAASo/VSTVRldeBDk/s400/IMG_0471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072611268130351842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmWJEpCNquI/AAAAAAAAAS4/jD_hPFfQ_38/s320/IMG_0466up2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and now i'm here blogging. trying to find a picture to post. maybe michael and his 12-gun blaster. he makes these out of legos and adds different 'sticky-outy things' to make up each blaster. this one has 12 on it, i think. and, i was in the bedroom and he was out playing on the table. he told me to come out and look. he had built the word 'LEGO' out of legos. what a clever little child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072610550870813394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmWIa5CNqtI/AAAAAAAAASw/s90-MI4VBqU/s400/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-854185993839690229?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/854185993839690229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=854185993839690229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/854185993839690229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/854185993839690229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-bum.html' title='oh, bum!'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmWIGZCNqsI/AAAAAAAAASo/VSTVRldeBDk/s72-c/IMG_0471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3800058277309345792</id><published>2007-06-02T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:23:06.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>finally got some work done...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the store today! i was there all day and defrosted the mini fridge (it was crazy frozen and yucky), filled in the chalkboard wall calendar, helped customers, showed invites, and created! here's what i made for the store today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI40snyjRI/AAAAAAAAARo/wbXDOufCZ1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071678608355003666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI40snyjRI/AAAAAAAAARo/wbXDOufCZ1Q/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI4-8nyjSI/AAAAAAAAARw/EOb3FoEIFuo/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071678784448662818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI4-8nyjSI/AAAAAAAAARw/EOb3FoEIFuo/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI5O8nyjTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8kKFRD4_DiU/s1600-h/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071679059326569778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI5O8nyjTI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8kKFRD4_DiU/s320/IMG_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;these were so much fun to make! i wish that i had larger pics of Owen...the pic on the far left is actually facing the wrong way. oh well. still looks cute, i think! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so much for watching '24' online...it will have to wait until i get back from my momma's. poor mike. i hope, though, that he doesn't watch Heroes without me! i got kind of hooked on that and now i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i almost died the other day (of embarrassment). you can ask anyone i know how frustrated i am about the illegal immigrant situation. so, needless to say, i have a few choice phrases i like to use (no cursing, just some things i comment on often) mostly while i'm driving. so...thursday morning, michael, owen and i were at the drive thru getting my daily Chicken Express diet coke and we get up to the window and Michael says (very loudly), "It sure is nice to have someone at the window who speaks English for a change!" i didn't know what to say. i mean he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; right and all...but he's 5! and it's not like if it was someone who couldn't speak well would understand anyway, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we had a super yummy meal last night for mike's mom's bday. we went to his family's restaurant El Fenix. i ended up not even ordering any food because we ordered three plates of nachos for appetizers and there were enough left for me to have as a meal. and then we had the best chocolate cake i've had in a very long time from this bakery in ft. worth. it was awesome. anyway, on the drive to the restaurant (which was very speedy--mike's dad drove like 80 on the interstate) michael was making owen laugh: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071682207537597778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI8GMnyjVI/AAAAAAAAASI/47tOzy_8CTE/s400/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RmI71snyjUI/AAAAAAAAASA/mlnavzXo5kw/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's about all. i have a lot of packing to do these next few days and we are supposed to go to mike's aunt's lake house tomorrow and take the boat out. i hope i at least get to ride on the thing. i'd hate to sit out there at the lake all day doing nothing while i could be home packing. but, whatever. &lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-3800058277309345792?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3800058277309345792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3800058277309345792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3800058277309345792'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1725725093108422817</id><published>2007-06-01T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:04:10.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>i am so not ready for this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;michael will start kindergarten this august. i went to an 'area development meeting' tonight. they're opening up a whole new shopping plaza right across the street from the school, opening a new road which will link to the interstate access road, eliminating much of the drop off/pick up parking...you name it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so they ask for our questions (which we had to write on a sticky note and put on a board--what the f?) then don't answer them anyway. another waste of taxpayer money on about 500 sticky notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the new roads, while they won't be complete before school starts but will begin opening shortly after school starts, will not have a signal light right away...why the heck not? so i ask. 'they have to meet certain criteria before they'll put one in. but it's a school zone, so it shouldn't be that big of a deal to meet those criteria.' ok. the criteria is called a kid getting hit by a car and we all know how that goes...hindsight is 20/20 but &lt;em&gt;foresight is plain old common sense&lt;/em&gt;...hello?!!!??? and why won't the stop-light be installed right away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then the parking. they expect me to park across the street, unload a stroller, and walk a 4 month old and a kindergartner across a four way intersection next to a shopping plaza four times a day. oh Lordie...and don't even get me started on the school supplies. michael's name will be plastered and marked on every inch of everything i buy. oh, man...so not ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1725725093108422817?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1725725093108422817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1725725093108422817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1725725093108422817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1725725093108422817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-so-not-ready-for-this.html' title='i am so not ready for this...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-3169374883199442893</id><published>2007-05-30T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:23:18.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scrapbooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>blah, blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not much going on today. just went to work, found there was only a pile of twenties in the drawer, sat in the bank line far too long for having only one other person in line, went back to work, owen crabbed, made a display page, argued with the credit card machine people, unpacked a few new goodies (including the new CK), ate lunch with pickle, looked through a magazine and picked out some ideas, made a sign, sucked up a bunch of ants dining on a frito...you know, typical wednesday stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;came home and saw delaney (not sure on how she spells it) walking by our window looking for michael. he was busy and she was already on her way back home. watched michael build like 800 megazords and 300 eight-gun blasters (don't know what those are) out of legos. sent michael outside with his soccer ball and delaney popped over to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fed our fish...why we have fish i don't know. mike brought them back from his mom's after he helped them unpack the camper and boat (on Monday)...they were bait and now they're on my kitchen counter in the dearly-departed triops' bowl. i fed them wheat thins. they're &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; alive. mike said they'd probably only last through the night...they're &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; alive. and you know me, i couldn't just let them die but was too cheap to go buy them fish food, thinking they wouldn't live for all that long, even with food...but they're &lt;em&gt;still alive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;here's your dose of michael for wednesday:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070573629233859842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rl5L2cnyjQI/AAAAAAAAARg/wE0-YeZ9-m0/s400/stamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blah...so without cable we have found ourselves searching for some summer tv entertainment. we picked up Heroes on the internet and watched the first two episodes tonight. can you say kind of gruesome? what's with the frozen dude missing the top of his head? anyway, good stuff. i was thinking we could catch up on the entire '4 days' (or however many seasons) of 24, but mike said fox doesn't put that one online to watch--at least not for free. i mean, if we wanted to pay we'd just get cable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh, i miss my 'Lost' and 'Smallville' peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wanted to scrapbook tonight but i had to rub mike's feet all during Heroes so he would work on the store gallery for me. (luckily, shows are a lot shorter without all those commercials). i finally found the correct platform to use for the gallery but he'll have to manually install some scripts in the right place for it to work. hopefully, he'll feel up to it after work tomorrow and i'll have my gallery to work on over the weekend...ooh, that reminds me, i have to work on saturday.&lt;/span&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/3533688303365858225-3169374883199442893?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/3169374883199442893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=3169374883199442893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3169374883199442893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/3169374883199442893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/blah-blah.html' title='blah, blah'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rl5L2cnyjQI/AAAAAAAAARg/wE0-YeZ9-m0/s72-c/stamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-1993297929290868427</id><published>2007-05-29T16:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:55:50.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='howdy tuesday'/><title type='text'>howdy tuesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rlyf5MnyjLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LzLHgdINuWY/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070103085501811890" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rlyf5MnyjLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LzLHgdINuWY/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;took owen to the doc this morning. four shots and one weird rotavirus drink thing...that he got maybe .001 mils of . anyway, he weighs 15 pounds, 7 oz. and is 26". michael was supposed to get his blood drawn (?) and they couldn't do it because they said they have never seen veins so little on a 5 year old before. they said i'll have to take him to the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RlygLsnyjMI/AAAAAAAAARA/JnIxR2JkBkQ/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070103403329391810" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RlygLsnyjMI/AAAAAAAAARA/JnIxR2JkBkQ/s320/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lab where they'll have smaller needles. so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ur weekend went well, if you subtract the 10 inches of rain that fell on us (and it's still raining!) we had about 12 hours total of sun from friday to monday. i got up on skis for about two seconds then didn't really get to try again because sunday, when it was sunny the entire day, i had to sit at the camp while everyone else who didn't actually camp and brave the weather hogged the boat all day. and michael, mike, and i didn't get to go out until later that evening. but we went out on the tube...bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, bouncy...fun! my neck hurt though afterwards...but michael had so much fun. and i cracked up watching his face from the boat when he went on the tube with mike. too cute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't believe all my posts are gone...all those cool comments from all those cool ladies whom i barely know...very cool. and all those awesome pictures i had up. i'll get started again with a few from our weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RlygZcnyjNI/AAAAAAAAARI/jVhbngRJe5o/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070103639552593106" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/RlygZcnyjNI/AAAAAAAAARI/jVhbngRJe5o/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rlyg5cnyjOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8Wxkmup1r1k/s1600-h/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070104189308407010" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rlyg5cnyjOI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8Wxkmup1r1k/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-1993297929290868427?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/1993297929290868427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=1993297929290868427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1993297929290868427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/1993297929290868427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/howdy-tuesday.html' title='howdy tuesday...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/Rlyf5MnyjLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LzLHgdINuWY/s72-c/IMG_0302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3533688303365858225.post-7301886560558026023</id><published>2007-05-28T21:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:23:04.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;where did you go, mr. blog? hmmm. i think the cyber-monster ate all my words. anyway, i had to tweak a few things on my old saved template but at least i had most of it there. i think i want a new banner though. i ran across some super cute paper in my stash that i might have to play with tomorrow after i take owen to the doc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3533688303365858225-7301886560558026023?l=viewfromhome.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/feeds/7301886560558026023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3533688303365858225&amp;postID=7301886560558026023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7301886560558026023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3533688303365858225/posts/default/7301886560558026023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viewfromhome.blogspot.com/2007/05/ummm.html' title='ummm...'/><author><name>liz mataraza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13871036390362296629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BEVGAHLAyVc/TUwM0x2m1KI/AAAAAAAAE4o/91aGJlX7Cg8/s220/IMG_0068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
