<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 22:52:45 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Bakery</title><description></description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-7752646222784369180</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 23:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T18:49:52.103-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359951679283252866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJfp3DvzoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ZMrUzpAGDO8/s400/P1060334.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chapter Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Or, another chapter of our lives, but I never counted, so I don't know the number. I thought Chapter Two sounded better...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not just move across the country - we were displaced for a month. What to do with the time but travel? After tearfully leaving our friends we drove to Dover and got on a C-5 bound for Rota, Spain. A week in Spain was relaxing! We stayed in the Navy Lodge and went to the beach every day. The Lodge would lend you chairs, umbrellas, towels, coolers, and sand toys. How wonderful is THAT?? The kids ate squid, shark, octopus, snails, swordfish, etc. and we were so pleased! Seafood, beer, wine and water was pretty much what we lived on for the week. It was an experience with the kids that we were lucky to have. Here is Molly sucking out the snails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359950869900034850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJe6v3wAyI/AAAAAAAAA-U/le3xovJzMys/s400/P1060208.JPG" /&gt; And Chris and the kids in the water playing... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359946860108704258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJbRWO_6gI/AAAAAAAAA90/eClVbuTSXmE/s400/P1050995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 6px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 10px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359951679283252866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJfp3DvzoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ZMrUzpAGDO8/s400/P1060334.JPG" /&gt;Of course, we HAD to eat a lot of gelato!! Every. Single. Day. I think that little girl has chocolate on every summer dress and shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359949087782354594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJdTA9yPqI/AAAAAAAAA98/mYrKZxaA6Zw/s400/P1060049.JPG" /&gt; We also went up in a church tower in Seville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359949667219716386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJd0viauSI/AAAAAAAAA-E/mvwDctisNA8/s400/P1060079.JPG" /&gt; We let the kids take a picture of us while in the palace gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359950230492257842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJeVh5DnjI/AAAAAAAAA-M/eZ6HCWvP5xk/s400/P1060158.JPG" /&gt; Most evenings we managed a walk along the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359951679283252866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJfp3DvzoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ZMrUzpAGDO8/s400/P1060334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yummy sangria!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359953572078109282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJhYCRNQmI/AAAAAAAAA-k/jjXRoAP05lc/s400/P1060341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From there we came back on another C-5 to Norfolk to Dover. We drove down to Richmond to see Heather and Scott for about 36 hours. It was worth every minute of the drive. I don't know when I'll see her again, which is hard. We took the kids to Maymont Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359954852698754594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJiik89jiI/AAAAAAAAA-s/6yNKIaZyYiw/s400/P1060397.JPG" /&gt; After Richmond we went to D.C. to see Mark. We all went to Mount Vernon together on a hot, summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359955569701449714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJjMT_ub_I/AAAAAAAAA-0/BIvOMCytG0Q/s400/P1060430.JPG" /&gt;Then, driving back to State College we met up with Stephanie and Scott, Abby and Carter for dinner at an exit on the turnpike. They were on their way down to D.C., and meeting on the road was the best we could do. I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was back to State College to pick up our things at Rebecca and Jim's house, our old next door neighbors. After yet another tearful goodbye, we were at least on the road. Well, 3 miles down the road Chris realized the U-Haul did NOT have air conditioning. In Pittsburgh he traded trucks to get one that DID. We went to Wright-Patt to see Col. Z and Tami, and Julie, and then we were off to St. Louis. I met up with my friend Bob and a friend of his for drinks, which was fun. The next night we spent in Kansas City at Great Wolf Lodge with Stephanie and Chad and their 2 kids. That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;The final night of travelling we spent in Salina, KS. Not a lot to do there, but we managed to find the best steak I have ever eaten at a place called Tucson's. The best salsa, too. It was a local joint, and the waiter said the prep cook, Bernice, makes the salsa. When she took a month off to have a baby, it was "horrible!" It made us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived on 2 July. On the 4th we went to a cook-out with some friends of ours. What a lovely way to be made welcome right when you get back! Unfortunately, it poured rain and was so cold you could see your breath outside, but the guitars playing and the singing inside more than made up for it. Plus, the beer didn't hurt. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I drove the Blazer with the 2 dogs, the 2 kids and the cat across country. We'd meet Chris each night at the hotel...anyway...I pulled up to the house, and we unloaded. We tried to get back into the Blazer to go to dinner, and it wouldn't start. Thank GOD it didn't die on me somewhere hours away from Chris on I-70!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our household goods were supposed to be delivered on the 6th. Due to a "computer glitch" according to the moving company, they weren't delivered until the 10th! So, it was another week in the TLF, but at least it is a modern TLF! Of all places to be stuck, it wasn't a bad place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris started work on the 5th, so he has been pretty busy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been back in the house for a week now. It was strange to know where to put the furniture and dishes, and the neighbors on both sides, but strange in a good way. It was fantastic to have a friend come over as the truck was unloading and take the kids to the playground and Chick-Fil-A for ice cream. It has been nice having another friend come over to help me set up the play room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first week - the kids rooms are unpacked, I managed to even bake muffins in the kitchen, and the dogs have run of the house, pretty much. The cat is not real happy about that, but she doesn't hide and growl at them much. We joined a &lt;a href="http://www.villasport.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so I hope to get in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take pictures as we went across country - I just wanted to me a mom in charge of the kids and the animals, enjoying seeing our friends. Sorry, friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we moved we managed to squeeze in a bar tour. Who can leave State College without a bar tour? Certainly not US!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359957151960498322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJkoaXrgJI/AAAAAAAAA-8/QQeNDDE16Yw/s400/P1050938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that - I miss my friends. I miss my neighbors. Moving sucks.&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/32804998-7752646222784369180?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapter-two-or-another-chapter-of-our.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SmJfp3DvzoI/AAAAAAAAA-c/ZMrUzpAGDO8/s72-c/P1060334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-9167268182214767305</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2009 12:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-12T07:46:53.370-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moving Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is it. The day they are loading the truck. All of our things will be on their way to Colorado Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a lot of fun living here in Happy Valley. We had a good time as undergraduates, and a different time as parents with two little kids. Different, but still wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we will especially miss, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Penn State athletics.  Beaver Stadium, football games, tailgating with the Kellers and Co., basketball games, SBS, everything being blue and white.  I felt like I truly belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Going to listen to the old Phyrst Phamily, now called Family Brew. It's fantastic to go listen to a band who knows your name and will play requests, all while letting you sing along and play percussion instruments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Walking down College Avenue on the rare sunny day looking in shop windows and letting the kids play on the pigs. Who knew bronze pigs could be so much fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Eating. Whether it's breakfast at The Corner Room or ice cream at the Creamery, stickies at The Diner or dinner on our neighbor's deck, we will miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The trees. Ok, I know I complained every single fall about raking. I know I did. But when you look at the cul-de-sac and it feels like you live in the woods in the summer - well, it's just wonderful. I will miss all things green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The college kids. As crazy as it sounds (because most locals HATE the kids) I will miss them. I will miss their excitement, their youth, and the general "age" of the town. After all, if THEY don't age - because they are all between 18 and 22 and move on to be replaced by a younger set - then I don't age either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My Bunko Group. They were the first group that I felt like I could just be myself with, and oh, how I looked forward to our monthly games. Have a glass of wine for me, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Our church/my school. Talk about a welcoming bunch. True, it helped that I taught there and knew so many people and the ins and outs, but they really met us with open arms. I'm glad the kids had their First Communions there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our large back yard. Fenced, shaded, playset and sand box. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Having everything within 15 minutes of driving time. You could be ANYWHERE in town in 15 minutes. Anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our friends. I have made some simply incredible friends here. Neighbors who turned out to be much more than neighbors, parents from school who turned out to be much more than just parents, and co-workers who turned out to be much more than co-workers. I'll miss brunch after church with Stephanie and Scott, inviting myself over to Mittie's or Sharon's, and walking the path next to next door to ask if our kids are over there, since they have their own bedroom and all....&lt;br /&gt;And you can't replace friends. I can make new ones, and I can find my old ones in Colorado Springs, but I won't replace these. And I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-9167268182214767305?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/06/moving-day-today-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-160791876740119180</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-23T20:42:30.815-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Neglected Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really WILL do a better job at this. One day. Let me go through my camera memory stick and see what's new to tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, I've found:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Blue/White Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903511563652578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQK9lwPzeI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/-7rA3dR8Twk/s400/P1050571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an incredibly beautiful day here for the ol' Blue/White Game. In the 80's, very breezy, lots of friends, Chris's barbeque, and a Temple Owl-Nittany Lion engagement cake to eat. I forgot to take a picture of the cake, or if I did, I can't find it. (Perhaps it was all of the beverages consumed??) It was a great cake!!&lt;br /&gt;And's what is a game without a picture of Mark and his parents!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337904399625917730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQLxSCylSI/AAAAAAAAA8g/RW4VqPAAk4U/s400/P1050568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and Co. set up at 8:00 am. As he was getting up to an alarm (which we don't even use during the work week!) he said "I can't believe I am getting up there at 8 for a 2 o'clock game..." I looked at him and laughed, replying "I can't believe you guys are getting up there at 8 for a 2 o'clock PRACTICE." But, they got our spot, and it was totally worth it. At least for me, because I wasn't &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt; at 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so the timing of the whole day is backwards, but you get the point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the camera card? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The trip to D.C.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our best part of the trip was something we couldn't take pictures of - a trip inside of the White House!! A friend from college, Gina, is the Air Force Aide to the President. We took advantage of it and got her to walk us through and tell us what she knows. It's a lot more than I know! So, no pictures, but an unforgettable trip. I think the funniest thing was the butterfly and the bird toys stuck on the windows that you could see as you were leaving. Gina said the girls must have put them there. Made me think that it is great to see they are treating it as a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are we here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337905750813091954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQM_7m6qHI/AAAAAAAAA8o/g2YUnKRfPEM/s400/P1050591.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337906093818682722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQNT5Z0nWI/AAAAAAAAA8w/Y9R6Hs8Sf7A/s400/P1050592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337906756797439602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQN6fMRnnI/AAAAAAAAA84/qn26WAN7EFw/s400/P1050594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, we kept walking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337908206766812770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQPO4v6bmI/AAAAAAAAA9A/uIttcy7Q2Nk/s400/P1050649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need another hint?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337909237157727090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQQK3QQC3I/AAAAAAAAA9I/K5wgkwY8g18/s400/P1050695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337909758614773890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQQpN1TIII/AAAAAAAAA9Q/2lHFcQf_JD4/s400/P1050718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We got the spend the day with Karina and Colin, who we were VERY excited to see. We've missed our Godson and his sister!! It figures that as they move this way, we move back that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next weekend I went with my peeps (Stephanie and Jean) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338618914109505218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShaVnf6tvsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-pZeN7mmvNM/s400/P1050746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338619384628765826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShaWC4vP5II/AAAAAAAAA9g/MtwYMDhRcPE/s400/P1050757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our husbands sent us to &lt;a href="http://www.bedfordspringsresort.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bedford Springs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for a Mother's Day Getaway. Boy, do we love our husbands!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day before yesterday Michael scored his teams two goals at soccer. I was so proud!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338620833054076386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShaXXMiwLeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/uNdG2BdNWok/s400/P1050888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad have been here visiting for just over a week, and I haven't taken a single picture of them. Maybe tonight. I took the week off of work to spend with them because I have the feeling we won't see them for quite a while with the move in a few weeks. So, perhaps tonight's cookout with our friends will give me a chance to get out the camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-160791876740119180?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/05/neglected-blog-i-really-will-do-better.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/ShQK9lwPzeI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/-7rA3dR8Twk/s72-c/P1050571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-3578208240942630318</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T21:48:15.131-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/Se1Bir-0Y-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/nJIj4I2hmjg/s1600-h/P1050492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326985998426727394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/Se1Bir-0Y-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/nJIj4I2hmjg/s400/P1050492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Molly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the other day Molly was sitting on the couch facing her Daddy on the loveseat. She puts her little hands behind her back and says "Pick a number from 1-10, Daddy, that I am thinking of..." and she puts 5 fingers out behind her back. Well, she didn't know that I was watching! I go above her head and put out 5 to show Chris. He plays along and says "Umm...5?" She pulls her hand out, tucks in her thumb and replies "No, but you were Oh So Close! It was 4." I laughed at her and told her that I could see she had five, and changed her mind. So, she wanted to try again. She put her small hands behind her back again and said "Pick a number from 1-20, Daddy, that I am thinking of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cracked up. It only took her a sec to realize that she couldn't DO 1-20 with just her hands, and she laughed, too. I love that little girl. Oh So Much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-3578208240942630318?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/04/miss-molly-so-other-day-molly-was.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/Se1Bir-0Y-I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/nJIj4I2hmjg/s72-c/P1050492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-335368007095644212</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 21:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T15:56:58.882-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catching Up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO much to tell. First, the house sold. It took a week and day, and we got 96% of asking price. We're pretty pleased. I'm especially excited that I don't have to keep it spotless anymore. Chris, however, has threatened to tell me the house did NOT sell and we have a showing once a week so I'll get a-cleanin'. He sucks. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring Break was fun. I went with Mittie and Steph to the Crayola Factory and to Chocolate World in Hershey. I have wanted to do both since we moved here and was glad to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids got along famously and we have been doing things together ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the kids writing on a clear wall to explore mixing of colors. It looked like they had writing all over their faces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323546651492169010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEJeWNpNTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GiHiNyboTR4/s400/P1050257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we found a "shadow room" that took pictures and made shadows on the floor. We figured out that if you use a flash against the metal wall, you get this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323549075835203154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeELrdmELlI/AAAAAAAAA7M/iXxfMcpepgs/s400/P1050262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent hours at the Crayola Factory! On the top floor is a canal museum. The kids learned all about locks and how they operate by using boats and cargo to go up and down different levels of the river. They liked it so much they did it 3 times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323549479662613314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEMC9-Bc0I/AAAAAAAAA7U/mFapx4qbFbM/s400/P1050282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;That night we drove down to Hershey and spent the night. We took the kids to the pool, ordered pizza, and just took it easy. Right after breakfast we headed to Chocolate World! The kids pretended they were working in a chocolate factory packing Kisses into packaging. They took their jobs very seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323550366003030018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEM2j2C6AI/AAAAAAAAA7c/kCHIzIUHvPM/s400/P1050304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a very relaxing "mini-vacay" with my good friends and their good lookin' 'kids!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we got in gear for First Communion, which was last Sunday. Here are the kids all excited for their big day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323552269188347154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEOlVwyNRI/AAAAAAAAA7k/xKeocVMOTs4/s400/P1050413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We also went to Shaver's Creek to the Maple Harvest Festival with the Tumey's and the Fozard's. Too bad the weather was cold and rainy!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to get any pictures of us all eating the pancakes, but the kids did like the bluegrass music inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323552756027913570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEPBrYYdWI/AAAAAAAAA7s/q9BZNoK8eTw/s400/P1050326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we went on our third Walk for Autism. One of my students from two years ago has autism and his dad happens to be one of Chris's fraternity brothers from oh-so-long-ago. Molly had her picture taken with the Nittany Lion. A different shot of her and the Lion was on the front page of our paper the next day in color!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323553381586374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEPmFxJDbI/AAAAAAAAA70/TOfZcZ9TuO8/s400/P1050340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In between all of the running around we have been playing a bit of Wii on the cold yucky days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323554201870629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEQV1kJe5I/AAAAAAAAA78/7y8sfMnAKJg/s400/P1050337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and finished off the days with a bit of bedtime reading. I LOVE the fact that both kids can now read to US!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323554749774276322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEQ1uqjpuI/AAAAAAAAA8E/p1B6ke-hVZE/s400/P1050314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of blogging lately, but the Solo fam has been busy busy busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-335368007095644212?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up-so-much-to-tell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SeEJeWNpNTI/AAAAAAAAA7E/GiHiNyboTR4/s72-c/P1050257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-5217860353929581127</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-24T14:49:45.919-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got it on the market.  &lt;a href="http://www.1kbb.com/real-estate/property-detail.php?listnumber=28131&amp;amp;type=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is what we're trying to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it shows everything off that we've done, but at least it's on the market.  The best news?  The realtor says that most houses are selling for 95-100% of asking price!!!   I hope the housing market here doesn't fall flat on its face in the next couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can just either :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. ship my kids to my mom's so the house stays clean&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;b. check us all into a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to move right after 4th of July weekend.  So, I want it to sell, but not TOO quickly.  See how demanding I am??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-5217860353929581127?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-did-it-we-finally-got-it-on-market.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-5174304793566711688</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-15T14:27:07.882-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It could be worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be trying to sell this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbur.com/propertyDetails.php?mlsid=27839"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;http://www.cbur.com/propertyDetails.php?mlsid=27839&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide what I like best about this beauty. The cook top?  The green carpet?  The accordian doors?  The dark paneling?  I think I come back to the mural on the wall in the panel room, every time.  Once I quit looking at the doorknob in the middle of the door, that is.&lt;br /&gt;A certain &lt;a href="http://erincobb.com/ThePigBear/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of mine, who shall remain nameless, likes to dance on bars in private homes.  I wonder if she'd like THIS bar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps ours will sell faster than I think. If we can just get it all done to get it listed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-5174304793566711688?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-could-be-worse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-4736647367222350479</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 22:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-23T15:28:16.057-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SaMg7q1b9HI/AAAAAAAAA60/FvjZMitNbEc/s1600-h/Mt+Cutler+Hike+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306120995455366258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SaMg7q1b9HI/AAAAAAAAA60/FvjZMitNbEc/s400/Mt+Cutler+Hike+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"This is the BEST age!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris and I seem to say this earnestly at least two or three times a year. "We don't want them to get old."   "We enjoy them just they way they are!"   and "Isn't this the best?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked it when they were babies and napped at the same time, ate at the same time, and played with the same toys. I thought I had it made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked it when they took baths together, shared so nicely together, and ate dinner with us as a family. No more naps, but we had longer days to do things together. I thought I had it made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, they take their own showers, including conditioning their hair. They can turn the water off, get their towel, put on their pajamas, and hang their towels up. They bring us a book and read to US. They can get their own snacks out of the refridgerator (cheese, yogurt, etc.) get their own drinks, and clear the table after they eat. When they want to go out in the snow they just ask "Can we go OUT to play...?" After I nod, they can get on their boots, hats, coats, gloves, and scarves. I look out the window to check on them playing together. They come in, hang things up, put them away (after I nag a little bit) and play Monopoly together. I don't even have to count out money or change! They'll play chess, or draw, or play with their Lincoln Logs. They can buckle their own seat belts! I'm so glad I had two kids, of opposite sex, close together. I think I have it made.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306122024083877138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SaMh3ixlbRI/AAAAAAAAA68/QOF6qArkMN8/s400/P1050170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-4736647367222350479?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-best-age-chris-and-i-seem-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SaMg7q1b9HI/AAAAAAAAA60/FvjZMitNbEc/s72-c/Mt+Cutler+Hike+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-7468312862836070865</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T20:21:25.711-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quick Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving back into our old house in Colorado Springs. It  just makes sense. Why buy a house when we already have that one? And, I already know where the furniture goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Daisy Leader. But the amount of meetings and events has risen exponentially. I don't ever want to be in charge of selling cookies again. Remind me of that, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow is fun. I'm missing the sun right about now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather, if you are reading this, thanks. For everything. Especially listening and reasoning. "Love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are great. This puppy is the easiest dog I could ever imagine. If by "easiest" you read "laziest" then you are correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually looking forward to putting stuff in storage. I just have too much stuff. I need to give away TONS of it instead of moving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael came home excited to do Jump Rope for Heart. He couldn't wait to tell me that if he raised "Only 5000 dollars, we can get a Wii!!!" I laughed right in his poor little face. I love that kid. But he DOES make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is seriously taking away from my blogging. I can't NOT Facebook though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is one of the most comical people I've ever known. He just makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-7468312862836070865?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-5075724993614601574</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2009 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-19T16:46:03.422-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A busy few weeks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Things to share:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chris got selected for Lt. Col. He probably won't pin on until later this year. That's probably the biggest news, and everything else pales in comparison!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The puppy is doing better. He came to us with a new surgery, and that one had to be re-done. So, hundreds of dollars in vet bills later, he is home with a lamp shade on his head. But he HATES the lampshade, so in all honesty, it is sitting here next to me, NOT on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293151430064392754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SXUNLmtWyjI/AAAAAAAAA58/1Rucyk2IEj8/s400/P1050075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Michael got third place in the Pinewood Derby for his den. He and Chris made a car to look like a police car, and he named it "Speedy". Original, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293152347956153426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SXUOBCHzjFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/4iXg0-ThM20/s400/P1050114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with his trophy looking SO proud, as were we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293153197326591298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SXUOyeRf5UI/AAAAAAAAA6M/RGnPOM6H9WU/s400/P1050164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and Chris all happened to be in their uniforms on Sat., so I took a quick pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293153748737892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SXUPSkcMoGI/AAAAAAAAA6U/kbJI-fhxHzo/s400/P1050179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Molly and her Daisy Scouts went to 2000 Degrees to paint pottery, to our vet's for a tour and to a Cookie Rally this week. I hope they are all excited to sell their cookies. I'm hoping just being cute in their uniform will be enough and they will sell a LOT of cookies! Molly has The. Smallest. Uniform. And it's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; too big!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293154295041858866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SXUPyXlNnTI/AAAAAAAAA6c/SCN4MN3E04o/s400/P1050100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the vets office a dog had to have his eye removed because he had been in a fight. After the surgery the vet dissected the eye for us so we could see the lens. It was totally cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I actually have a job application for Colorado Springs, which I hope pans out. It is for the pre-school where I had the kids while I was teaching in the private elementary school, and for a 3 year old position 5 days a week. Prayers for that. I loved the teachers there and hope I'd fit in well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- We are already starting to think about our move. Selling this house, moving back, Chris teaching at USAFA, me teaching but with hours that would allow me to do full-time bus duty (both mornings and afternoons) because Chris can't. It's a lot to think about. And I don't want to be thinking about it because I am loving living here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. There's a lot going on in SusieWorld. Now it's time for Girls Night Out. See ya!&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/32804998-5075724993614601574?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-few-weeks-things-to-share-chris.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SXUNLmtWyjI/AAAAAAAAA58/1Rucyk2IEj8/s72-c/P1050075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-7431212766980347221</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T19:53:50.697-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Introducing Smokey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289442304100757746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SWffwDvZcPI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V-cERriM2Gw/s400/Smokey" border="0" /&gt;Because we already have the Bandit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no, that's not our carpet or wallpaper - it's from the foster home.  Thank God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-7431212766980347221?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/introducing-smokey-because-we-already.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SWffwDvZcPI/AAAAAAAAA5w/V-cERriM2Gw/s72-c/Smokey' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-9171519262194036969</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T18:58:59.217-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SWQLrd1MaUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/_t_2q-oYljY/s1600-h/tailgate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288364703809825090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SWQLrd1MaUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/_t_2q-oYljY/s400/tailgate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2008 In Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most people start the New Year with a resolution. I have a horrible habit of looking backwards instead of forwards. I sit and ponder the year gone by - what we did, what I would have liked to do, and what I would have done differently. I seem to always have the same secret wish for the upcoming year, and yet, rarely see many changes. This secret wish?  I want to be &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A better wife. A better mother. A better daughter. A better sister. A better friend. A better teacher. A better Christian. A better Daisy leader. Just &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt;. It seems like so much to juggle and I tend to get overwhelmed, like I have so much to do, and I don't know where to start. So, I start with prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I get frustrated that things don't change immediately. I don't know what change I want, or what change I'm looking for. Just a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be the the Year of the Change. I'm changing my &lt;em&gt;attitude&lt;/em&gt;, you see. Not so much my actions. Instead of perfection, I'm going for "as good as I can do". And in most of the areas, I can honestly say "I'm doing the best I can do." I will have a lot of changes this year in my life as I turn 40. Moving again is a biggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(as a side note- Chris just made me a kick-a%% milk shake, which he said "Fits in well with our new diet! Creamery ice cream, vanilla, chocolate malt and milk.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selling a house, buying a house, moving kids, pets, stuff. Finding a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, in the midst of all the turmoil, I am thankful. Thankful for my relationships. Without the people I have in my life, I wouldn't have much life at all. Especially my husband, kids, mom, and friends. I value those relationships more than life itself. So, I just want to say thanks. Thanks for being you. Thanks for making me laugh. Thanks for letting me cry. Thanks for celebrating with me, hanging out with me, and talking on the phone with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But watch out. I'm the girl with the New Attitude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-9171519262194036969?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-in-review-most-people-start-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SWQLrd1MaUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/_t_2q-oYljY/s72-c/tailgate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-6553031977820916796</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2008 16:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-29T15:24:35.518-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another Christmas, come and gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't posted in awhile for two reasons - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I didn't want to lose the picture of me at the top (totally selfish, I know!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I was busy with Christmas. I LOVE Christmas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had various activities here in the Solo household. Christmas parties, cookie decorating, caroling, church services... the same as across the world. As we were singing in church on Christmas Eve and I looked around, seeing lots and lots of friends and their children, I was filled with amazement. I was wondering how &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; people across the world were singing Christmas carols at that exact same time. All singing, all joyous, all for the same reason. I'm sure the angels loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj54A4m50I/AAAAAAAAA5A/qQRYpu-X38s/s1600-h/IMG_1146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285248903424698178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj54A4m50I/AAAAAAAAA5A/qQRYpu-X38s/s400/IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285249592109792610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s400/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj6gGb7fWI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VjZdkiVpAwE/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly did not have an extravagant Christmas list. An Easy Bake oven and Connect 4, which she got, and he threw in the Polly Pocket Jet for good measure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj8J3deTLI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bjXimpXOoyY/s1600-h/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285251409155869874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj8J3deTLI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/bjXimpXOoyY/s400/IMG_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder who is taking the pictures? We have the best neighbor in the world, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;. Not ONLY did she wrap all of the gifts and hide them at her house, but they came over before 7 on Christmas morning armed with a camera and fresh quiche for breakfast!! Boy are we going to miss her and Jim when we move....they are irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj9j9eXtpI/AAAAAAAAA5g/nSDyUQpwvMM/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285252956958471826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj9j9eXtpI/AAAAAAAAA5g/nSDyUQpwvMM/s400/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael had a short list, too. He asked for Lincoln Logs, Battleship, and Sorry. Santa delivered. It will be a sad, sad year when they ask for expensive gifts!! We are encouraging them to stay young and little as long as we can. They grow up only too fast....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is a funny time when you have kids. I think the best quote was from Michael as he was dumping out his stocking. Our kids get very little candy, so the contents are a bit..."different" from most stockings, I'm sure. Michael shouts out "YES!! My favorite MEAT!!" Santa had delivered some beef jerky. I had to sit there and laugh out loud at &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I sit here and think about Christmas and all that we've done, I will have several favorite memories. A childhood favorite memory is watching out the door to see my grandparents driving down from Amherst, MA. They would have stopped by my aunts and uncles in northern VA and picked up all of the presents and be arriving like Santa's sleigh down the old dirt road. Grandma would have a blanket on her lap and Grandpa would be driving, because she never learned to drive. Can you imagine that today? We would all bound out of the house for hugs, kisses, and of course, to help unload all of those presents!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; favorite memory is caroling at the VA hospital in OH with Chris's office. I love carols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we are making new memories. I wonder if my kids will remember they got to eat dinner in their pajamas on Christmas night, and they didn't get dressed for 3 days because they were busy playing!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my friends, here is my question for you. What do you remember most about Christmas past, and what do you hope your family will remember about Christmas present?? (Even though I'm sure what our families &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; remember is NOT what we had &lt;em&gt;planned&lt;/em&gt; for them to remember!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-6553031977820916796?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-christmas-come-and-gone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SVj54A4m50I/AAAAAAAAA5A/qQRYpu-X38s/s72-c/IMG_1146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-6626905918792461814</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Dec 2008 02:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T18:22:36.789-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Check ME out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280588380748155458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SUhrJ4-MikI/AAAAAAAAA44/8FB24Lmq5A8/s400/susie-monticello-08" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, let me tell you the short story behind the picture...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a book club weekend in Monticello. Erin is a photographer. A real one, actually. I know, I know, it seems like the "in" thing to do is buy an expensive camera, get a website, and start calling yourself a photographer. Everybody knows one of those. C'mon, don't sit there and pretend you don't. Someone who can't even get the subjects to &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; at the camera, much less get a decent shot of them. Well, Erin is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; one of those. As evidenced by the photo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not photogenic, that's no secret. I usually HATE having my picture taken, that's no secret either. I also don't like singing in front of anyone over the age of 4, but I digress. I knew that she was good at taking pictures. But I had never really been around her because I had my kids way before she started taking pictures. I had decided I did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; want her to take my picture. Until she whipped it out. The camera, people...the camera. This &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a family blog, remember?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of the sudden, I realized it might be my one shot in life to get a decent picture. You know, the one to use for an obituary one day, or just to make me think that I - at one time - had a decent picture taken. And here it is, voila! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please don't send me hate comments about your friends that bought expensive cameras and are great photographers. I already have Erin. She's the butter. Everyone else is just Parkay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-6626905918792461814?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/check-me-out-now-let-me-tell-you-short.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SUhrJ4-MikI/AAAAAAAAA44/8FB24Lmq5A8/s72-c/susie-monticello-08' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-3021769186983803958</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T13:41:00.319-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've made a decision -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I always want a table in my kitchen. It doesn't have to be big, or nice, or even totally cleaned off. Actually, a cheap flat surface will suffice. But here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an evening that I had always dreamed of, yet one that you can't plan. I had gone to the gym, so I was only wearing work-out clothes. I was preparing dinner, unloading and loading the dishwasher, etc. Molly was doing her "math homework" for kindergarten which involved hiding a certain number of her ten bears in a cream cheese tub. She had to figure out how many were hidden by counting what was left on the table.&lt;br /&gt;I had just gotten a book in the mail. Not just any book, mind you. The Book. The book that I had ordered a few weeks ago. It was from Snapfish and was our trip to Europe from August. I had used a coupon that came from Oprah (don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about here...!) and ordered the book. SO, Michael was sitting here reading the book with me helping out with hard words, like architecture. He was LOVING looking at the book and reading it. Loving it I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing mommy stuff, and they were doing kid stuff. All was well, all were happy. Right there at the kitchen table. Mixed up with their Playmobil Advent calendar toys. I couldn't have planned his good reading, or her good math work. All I could plan was the yummy dinner. Sitting at the dining room table eating that dinner with Chris, Michael, and Molly was pure heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the icing on the cake? Molly's headband that she was wearing was reindeer antlers. Complete with bells. I can't look at that sight and not smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-3021769186983803958?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-made-decision-ive-decided-that-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-6543927502540242949</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2008 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-29T16:59:38.121-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our Thankful Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually reflect at Thanksgiving at all of the blessings we have in our lives and how good God is to us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to go to the kids' elementary school for Molly's feast. Who wouldn't be thankful for THIS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274229471180892338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/STHTwo2iKLI/AAAAAAAAAog/JU_CoUvx2RY/s400/P1040798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom, dad, and brother all came up for the week, arriving after the game last Sat. night. I was excited to tell them all about the game, the tailgate, and what we had been doing lately. It was our last tailgate for many years (except for the Blue/White game) and although it was a sad thought, our friends helped us really enjoy it. Perhaps too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274229117017390402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/STHTcBfX_UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zI4z2asPMlA/s400/P1040804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm thankful for the family we always tailgate with, go to church with, go to brunch with, have children's choir with, have dinner with, and go ice skating with. I guess we do a lot together each week, huh? Here we are at our tailgate. Prime real estate, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274229946787110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/STHUMUn5HOI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ToYGeTKaLe0/s400/P1040812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My family sat around a lot this week and laughed playing games, watching football, movies, and going to Wegman's. I think my mom started a new tradition. Why cook when you can just order Thanksgiving dinner from Wegman's and enjoy the day together??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, we did go to an Amish house for lunch again. The day was extended by trips to the Amish tackle and boot shop, then the soap and candle shop, and finally the dry goods shop. They had all kinds of things there. I looked at the Amish bonnets, wondered if I could dress up as an Amish lady for Halloween next year, and decided it probably wasn't in great taste. But that would have been cool, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is my mom sitting around while I took a picture for her Facebook page.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274230955889690754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/STHVHD0siII/AAAAAAAAAow/WdWtuJRUy6E/s400/P1040816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today Chris took the kids to Millbrook Marsh. I am thankful for this family of mine.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274231678781582162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/STHVxIzja1I/AAAAAAAAAo4/HWaYq7bhRAs/s400/P1040866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm thankful for a wonderful husband (he really is, I'm not just saying that...) and two beautiful, healthy, happy children. I wonder what I have done to deserve all of this. I'll never know. But I AM thankful.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274232826457743362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/STHWz8O34AI/AAAAAAAAApA/rc-uX5RoFz4/s400/P1040838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-6543927502540242949?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-thankful-life-i-usually-reflect-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/STHTwo2iKLI/AAAAAAAAAog/JU_CoUvx2RY/s72-c/P1040798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-4135152300495671075</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 21:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-16T14:54:46.094-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you hear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who passed his comprehensive exam and now only has to defend his dissertation in May?? Yup, my hubbie. Christopher James Solo. Soon to have a PhD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269375363432879410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SSCU-YWclTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/5bhBETa-_I0/s400/P1040774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good in the Solo household. Real good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Great Wolf Lodge with Heather and Scott last weekend to celebrate. What an incredible time THAT was!! The kids were all old enough to play together while the adults rode slides, or they could go down the slides with us.  The kids played like cousins all weekend.  Just good ol' playing.  And loving every minute of it... It was relaxing and fun with a best friend along. And to top it off, guess who we met for dinner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269375914915305266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SSCVeeyGlzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/09UnyWCehBM/s400/P1040779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and I took the kids out of school for the day on Monday (yup, we teachers value our kids education!) and then on Monday night we stopped in D.C. to have dinner with Mark.  A pretty perfect ending to a pretty perfect weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-4135152300495671075?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-you-hear-who-passed-his.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SSCU-YWclTI/AAAAAAAAAoI/5bhBETa-_I0/s72-c/P1040774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-7888761765552148928</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T15:26:17.561-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things I Want to Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Molly got upset with Michael because she was left to pick up the game.  She came out saying "He force-fielded.  I have to pick up, but I won because he force-fielded."  I think she meant he &lt;em&gt;forfeited&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We were talking about moving across country to Colorado again next summer, and how the dog and the cat don't get along.  We discussed possibly getting two rooms, one for me and Michael and Bandit, and the other for Chris, Molly and Jamba.  However, it would have to be a hotel that allows pets.  Michael chimed in "Like the Hampster Inn?"  I think HE meant &lt;em&gt;Hampton&lt;/em&gt; Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chris has the kids making a scrapbook for earning a Scouting badge.  Michael glued a picture of them going into a haunted house at Acacia fraternity.  His caption?  "I whent to a hatetit hous."   I don't think the brothers at Acacia would agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-7888761765552148928?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-i-want-to-remember-molly-got.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-4717973613210018565</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T18:51:19.468-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An Explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture WAS the parade. The WHOLE parade. We walked around the block. That was it. People in the cars waved to us as we walked by, and the truck held up the traffic for us. We may have been small, both in stature and number, but boy, did we have FUN! It just cracks me up, still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-4717973613210018565?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/explanation-that-picture-was-parade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-3159622903087918165</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T20:28:14.344-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Veteran's Day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Veteran's Day Parade at school today, and it was the best ever. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267605197847864834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SRpLBLq5JgI/AAAAAAAAAng/ajSxhhLzoIg/s400/P1040787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I found the camera!!  On my dresser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-3159622903087918165?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-veterans-day-we-had-our-veterans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SRpLBLq5JgI/AAAAAAAAAng/ajSxhhLzoIg/s72-c/P1040787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-2355350756362006985</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-11T20:26:26.053-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where's the Camera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the old Wendy's commercial that said "Where's the beef?" (If you do, you are OLD.) Well, I feel like saying that for my blog. I have pictures on the camera, I just can't FIND the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a picture here of the kids trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267606201231177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SRpL7lkHdsI/AAAAAAAAAno/2i-HTJQ5A4s/s400/P1040735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Abby, Molly, Michael, and Carter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a pumpkin that Chris carved, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267606593412976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SRpMSaji0TI/AAAAAAAAAnw/nqGL_mgzJpA/s400/P1040711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, imagine a picture here of Chris and I heading out to a formal on Sat. night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267606990144762930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SRpMpgfxdDI/AAAAAAAAAn4/dCoxFsNkOE0/s400/P1040744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find the camera, I'll post the pictures. Any ideas where it could be? We didn't take it to the formal with us....so I have no idea. I guess if I cleaned the house, I'd find it. That's a big if.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-2355350756362006985?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheres-camera-remember-old-wendys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SRpL7lkHdsI/AAAAAAAAAno/2i-HTJQ5A4s/s72-c/P1040735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-1870228655497472866</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-30T17:40:29.606-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Fun Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This is the email I got yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIRST MEETING OF THE MAGAZINE CLUB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you have heard me mention this pseudo-book club idea, now the time has come to make it happen! With all our schedules far too busy to actually finish a whole book (okay, perhaps that's just me), I would prefer to spend my time with the ladies eating, drinking and poking fun at the celebrities in tabloid magazines. Want to join me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What: Magazine Club&lt;br /&gt;When: Thursday, November 6th&lt;br /&gt;TIME: 7:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;Where: My house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be discussing the latest US Weekly and Star weekly celebrity rags. Just go to the store on Monday of that week and pick up the newest edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention is that the articles will fuel heated discussions as to the lack of reality in Hollywood, general silliness of those in the magazine and how both magazines are using the exact same photos/stories. Mostly though, it will be about drinking, eating and adult conversation! Hope you can make it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know via email if you can come!&lt;br /&gt;jean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;See why it gets harder and harder to leave this town?? The funniest part? I was reading the email to Mark and called the magazine U.S. Weekly!! I can be SUCH a blonde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-1870228655497472866?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-fun-friends-this-is-email-i-got.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-6838516273235544721</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 01:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T21:04:56.968-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Another week gone.&lt;/span&gt;We took the kids to the pumpkin patch last weekend. I didn't even bother to take pictures. Seriously, if your youngest kid is in elementary school, they are too dang old to take a picture with a pumpkin!! If you want to see cute kids in pumpkin patches, check out my friends' blogs. They all have cute kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We brought it home and Chris carved jack-o-lanterns with the kids. They were in seventh heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261646046619971730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SQUfM7afMJI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HFso9ZTrQt4/s400/P1040680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I tried to take pictures, but didn't have much luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261646450469368082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SQUfkb3r8RI/AAAAAAAAAnA/bhxSOJCEDFk/s400/P1040683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Also, Michael joined Tiger Scouts. It's like Cub Scouts, but for first graders. Here he is in his uniform - so proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261647003934233826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SQUgEpr_lOI/AAAAAAAAAnI/3boxTYiwElk/s400/P1040705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been letterboxing on campus a few times. The first time we went with friends, I took Jean, Alexander and CJ with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261647384884448018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SQUga01mixI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/jfbrY92GY7Q/s400/P1040678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take notice that Alexander is missing from the photo. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261647592478246546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SQUgm6L0hpI/AAAAAAAAAnY/L-yof7dccqc/s400/P1040676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hey, when a boy has to go, a boy has to go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids finished soccer today and started ice skating lessons this evening. I'll have to remember a camera next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They grow up so fast, but each 'stage' is so much more exciting than the last. The pumpkin patch pictures we've outgrown, but now I get to listen to them chattering in the back seat about who they are going to "vote" for in their school election. Michael informed me that he wants to vote for Obama (he doesn't know his first name) because McCain wants us to fill our gas tanks every two minutes. I wonder which friend at school he heard THAT from? Molly wants to vote for McCain. Just because.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They really do crack me up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-6838516273235544721?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SQUfM7afMJI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HFso9ZTrQt4/s72-c/P1040680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-2572716477772335728</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 16:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-17T11:18:44.841-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fall Is Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we went to a fall party. We got the EVite to the "2nd Annual Fall Festival" and all of the RSVP's were talking about how great it was last year. Hmm, I thought. Last year? Gosh, I didn't GET that invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I RSVP'd with the comment "Why didn't I get an invite last year?" The reply? "Well, it was the first month or so of school ( I taught their daughter last year) and we didn't want to look like we were trying to kiss your butt..." OK, it's not like they get report cards!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went last weekend, and check out the fun had by all at the &lt;a href="http://www.weyandtfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Weyandt's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is Homecoming. Mark and Kevin, two of my best friends from college, are in town for the parade and game. It's wonderful to be back together. We figured out we have known each other for 21 years. Boy, does that make me feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258172187504768882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SPjHvtwPd3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7RiGHgoMkxU/s400/Bathtime2+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's just a random picture of Mikey when he was little.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Molly had a playdate the other week.  The little girl was coming home with her on the bus, so the day before we all cleaned up.  The kids were dusting, taking down dirty laundry, putting away toys, etc.  I was vacuuming, cleaning bathrooms, sweeping, etc.  We all worked pretty hard for just over an hour.  Finally I said "Hey, thanks!  The house looks pretty good."   Molly replied "We didn't need to clean the house, Mom."  I said "Sure we did - your friend is coming over tomorrow!"   Molly's retort?   "Well, when I went to her house last week, it was a DUMP.  They had stuff behind the couch and &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-2572716477772335728?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here-last-weekend-we-went-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ELhSyW8jLSk/SPjHvtwPd3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7RiGHgoMkxU/s72-c/Bathtime2+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32804998.post-6332654919052696115</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-08T17:43:07.228-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;New Presidential Candidate... It's someone we know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an effort to elect an unknown random person as President... and it's someone we know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this online video about the surprising new nominee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tsgnet.com/pres.php?id=46832&amp;amp;altf=Tvtjf&amp;amp;altl=Tpmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;http://www.tsgnet.com/pres.php?id=46832&amp;amp;altf=Tvtjf&amp;amp;altl=Tpmp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32804998-6332654919052696115?l=susiesolo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://susiesolo.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-presidential-candidate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Susie PSU)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item></channel></rss>