<?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-4908552167304113779</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:04:30.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Calm down...you'll be fine"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-8873180699071584294</id><published>2012-01-19T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:19:22.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek...Maynard...Max?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54aoBdEOtNU/TxjdI2ZxivI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4sGA9CSFlI0/s1600/1-19_0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54aoBdEOtNU/TxjdI2ZxivI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4sGA9CSFlI0/s400/1-19_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699548472549673714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was 4 weeks off.  Due May 9.  Boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-8873180699071584294?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/8873180699071584294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=8873180699071584294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8873180699071584294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8873180699071584294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2012/01/shrekmaynardmax.html' title='Shrek...Maynard...Max?'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-54aoBdEOtNU/TxjdI2ZxivI/AAAAAAAAAXI/4sGA9CSFlI0/s72-c/1-19_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-123755223080932030</id><published>2012-01-18T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:10:31.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cD8fle_2kNA/TxeGhud1vmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K3JsUYyxnGc/s1600/100_1353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cD8fle_2kNA/TxeGhud1vmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K3JsUYyxnGc/s400/100_1353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699171767427645026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvjoLeCjBFw/TxeGIU-ROhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/n6wrDRSXu84/s1600/100_1367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JvjoLeCjBFw/TxeGIU-ROhI/AAAAAAAAAWk/n6wrDRSXu84/s400/100_1367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699171331087612434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Christmas=snow        This Christmas NO SNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Pl20qcrng/TxeF0mwz6AI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lS9OuyHvQYs/s1600/100_1347.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5-Pl20qcrng/TxeF0mwz6AI/AAAAAAAAAWY/lS9OuyHvQYs/s400/100_1347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699170992265619458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas 2010...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a421WtIsGrE/TxeFmxsMIyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SY3DTpuBMFs/s1600/100_1460.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a421WtIsGrE/TxeFmxsMIyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/SY3DTpuBMFs/s400/100_1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699170754680857378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-thPf1SpP_eg/TxeFTkUEGAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fVofxAsOLDM/s1600/100_1446.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-thPf1SpP_eg/TxeFTkUEGAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fVofxAsOLDM/s400/100_1446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699170424672491522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sea World Spring Break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Summer no real Vacation because Ty worked as Lifeguard at the Country Club and Shani had HS Dance Team practice every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did spend a few days at La Paloma in Tucson.  And stayed at Arizona &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt; Hotel Labor Day Weekend.  Mini Vacations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- School started and we have not stopped to breathe.  Lee is in the High Council, coaches Trey Football and works in Houston 3 weeks a month.  Ty non stop Soccer, Shani Dance, Trey Soccer, Baseball, Football, Paige tried soccer.  Paige and soccer are not a good idea.  First game Paige opted to sit out most of the game as she doesn't like to run.  She brought a purse and proceeded to put on lipstick (not lip gloss) and brush her hair.  Some games she would just sit on the field.  Lee threatened her one game and she scored a goal then sat out the rest of the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-October: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AJ&lt;/span&gt;/Brit and Heidi and kids came to stay for a week.  Brittany helped me redo the Guidance Conference Room.  We were able to see the fall colors in Colorado and spend some time in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Durango&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-November: Thanksgiving with Murphy's in Morgan Utah.  The best part for me always is seeing Dianne!  Miss that crazy lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-December:  Quietly coming to terms with being 40 and having an addition to our family...I will post 3-D picture tomorrow.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-123755223080932030?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/123755223080932030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=123755223080932030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/123755223080932030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/123755223080932030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-goodbye.html' title='2011 goodbye...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cD8fle_2kNA/TxeGhud1vmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/K3JsUYyxnGc/s72-c/100_1353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2690417872140291694</id><published>2011-11-22T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:01:11.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a Little Down Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EE7qfYrCQbo/TsvU1OP-aZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OulpnNxuc6o/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-08%2Bat%2B5.59.45%2BPM.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EE7qfYrCQbo/TsvU1OP-aZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OulpnNxuc6o/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-08%2Bat%2B5.59.45%2BPM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677865766053898642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkjNj1RZeKI/TsvU06ukopI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qV2s6FYho4U/s1600/soccer%2B2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DkjNj1RZeKI/TsvU06ukopI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qV2s6FYho4U/s400/soccer%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677865760813523602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eohOZEQYO-8/TsvU0-p-k5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/aJl8OUnCZhg/s1600/SOca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eohOZEQYO-8/TsvU0-p-k5I/AAAAAAAAAVc/aJl8OUnCZhg/s400/SOca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677865761867994002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At last we are in between Soccer, Football, Basketball and only practice for Dance Team.  I love that my kids are involved in activities other than school and church...but sometimes it kills me.&lt;div&gt;Loving the Fall reprieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-2690417872140291694?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2690417872140291694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2690417872140291694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2690417872140291694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2690417872140291694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2011/11/finally-little-down-time.html' title='Finally a Little Down Time'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EE7qfYrCQbo/TsvU1OP-aZI/AAAAAAAAAV0/OulpnNxuc6o/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-08%2Bat%2B5.59.45%2BPM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-161512011576575176</id><published>2011-04-03T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:24:02.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm a Teenager"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBuGhSOUzQM/TZkasE6pvFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bFTTEFE0xR0/s1600/paige.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBuGhSOUzQM/TZkasE6pvFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bFTTEFE0xR0/s400/paige.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591529756893494354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning Paige was in the shower "cleaning" and singing.  She loves to make up songs, but this morning her song was more like a mantra that she sang over and over.  It went something like this..."I'm a Teenager, I'm a Teenager, I'M A TEENAGER, I'M A TEENAGER!!"  Until she was yelling.  What does this mean?  I chose to just ignore her.  I think secretly I am afraid of her.  I was always a people pleasing passive child.  She is the exact opposite. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tells women at the soccer games they are ugly, she looks for "fat boys" to make disappear with her wand, she demands chocolate milk in bed while saying she is not ready to get up, she needs "more" sparkly make-up because she can't see it, about every other day she needs her nails done, she always needs a "tissue" after a very dramatic blow up to wipe her eyes,  she talks incessantly, she lets the dog in to sit on the couch (and pee) to watch Coraline or Alice in Wonderland with her and on and on.  I work full time and  She is still very exhausting to me, I can't imagine what she will be like when she really is a TEENAGER.&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/4908552167304113779-161512011576575176?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/161512011576575176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=161512011576575176' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/161512011576575176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/161512011576575176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-teenager.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m a Teenager&quot;'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vBuGhSOUzQM/TZkasE6pvFI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/bFTTEFE0xR0/s72-c/paige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5179348634846196507</id><published>2011-01-02T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:53:13.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me sum up... 2010 up til June</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since this was supposed to be a Family History of sorts...And I only posted three times last year I am going to try and summarize events, good and bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;January:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Lee's niece was married so we spent New Years in Tucson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set my goal to loose 20 lbs. I began P 90 x with Lee. Lee lost 40 lbs I gained 5 and gave up around March.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paige started daycare at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Piedra&lt;/span&gt; Vista High School. She loves "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Olee&lt;/span&gt;" and was potty trained there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey found out he loved basketball. I seriously doubt he will have much height to go with this love. With Murphy and Busby genes not much chance..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty and Shane started track season. Shani was forced to participate and Ty was motivated to make it to State as a Freshman. We spent many nights at the High School track practicing running techniques.trying to teach Shani to run. Many fights at the track with threats, frustrations etc. ..Really a beautiful thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD67MzKc8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/0zcqDBdQN0I/s400/Boggs%2Band%2BPaige.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557717835130237890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boggs&lt;/span&gt; at the Ranch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD6mcpcNzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/X1pEY_Ns_Is/s1600/paige%2Btera%2Bwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD6mcpcNzI/AAAAAAAAAUY/X1pEY_Ns_Is/s400/paige%2Btera%2Bwedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557717478607173426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tera Murphy/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gubler&lt;/span&gt; Wedding Reception&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February: Can't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;March:&lt;/b&gt; We spent Spring Break in AZ. Lee came and we traveled to San Diego. Spent some time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Boggs&lt;/span&gt; at the Ranch. Went to the Beach and Flower Fields and Resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was amazing to see the old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Boggs&lt;/span&gt;. Even cynical Lee had to admit there was a change in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Boggs&lt;/span&gt; that he did not ever expect. Spent every weekend watching Track meets or Soccer Games. Threw my back out and walked crooked for a couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD8hRFLb1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/QgrBx4hDjIU/s1600/Flower%2BFields.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD8hRFLb1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/QgrBx4hDjIU/s400/Flower%2BFields.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557719588626198354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carlsbad California Flower Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April: Shani finished track season with a first place in the 400. Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May: Ty qualified for State in the Boys medley and long jump. I turned 39. Talked to the HS Baseball coach at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; High School about having Pierce come and play in the Connie Mack league. Coaches looked a film and stats and decided to take him. Pierce came to stay after he graduated. Trey played for the Panthers Baseball again. Final game he told the coach he had been practicing pitching with Pierce. Coach let him pitch. Trey did pretty good but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; painful to watch as he struggled. He was definitely in over his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD9LfwRKlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xCNpPpi2oIs/s1600/ty%2Bstate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD9LfwRKlI/AAAAAAAAAUw/xCNpPpi2oIs/s400/ty%2Bstate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557720314119531090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;University of New Mexico State Track Finals (400 boys medley)&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;Summer: Started off with many visitors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey was baptized. Lee's parents, Mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chea&lt;/span&gt;, Wendy, Heidi, Jackie, Missy and all of their kids and Pierce came to stay for a couple of days. Very full house. I decided to spare Lee the stress of thinking about all of those people coming. He was just surprised when 22 people came to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD97VT_4VI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rEaKy0nnCI0/s1600/Trey%2BBaptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD97VT_4VI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rEaKy0nnCI0/s400/Trey%2BBaptism.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557721135950324050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent most of the summer watching Connie Mack Baseball Games. Pierce was like a superstar in the Newspaper every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSDy7qg-7JI/AAAAAAAAAUI/A6MtsP61R5U/s400/20100808__B1game50809%257E1_VIEWER.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557709047014026386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 121px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Pierce as Short Stop for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0); "&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt; Cardinals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I have spent 18 years trying to keep my crazies at bay. Having a sibling live with me opened "Pandora's box." Pierce encouraged me to embrace who I am and revel in the madness. Many fights, arguments, breakdowns ensued this summer as I tried to bend a very stubborn 18 year old to my plan for him.  Pierce was unbreakable and I lost.  However I learned much from having that boy stay all summer.  Paige also learned many new phrases; "This song is Gay", "You are Gay" etc.  Thanks Pierce for helping me remember who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-5179348634846196507?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5179348634846196507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5179348634846196507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5179348634846196507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5179348634846196507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-me-sum-up-2010-up-til-june.html' title='Let me sum up... 2010 up til June'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TSD67MzKc8I/AAAAAAAAAUg/0zcqDBdQN0I/s72-c/Boggs%2Band%2BPaige.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-6330673057906786741</id><published>2010-12-22T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T07:04:03.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It only took 18 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TRITR0AP-0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/0ZtYn8nWXuI/s1600/IMG_1306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TRITR0AP-0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/0ZtYn8nWXuI/s400/IMG_1306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553522487239637826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TRISpg6RM8I/AAAAAAAAATs/VKQayXQiGxI/s1600/IMG_1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TRISpg6RM8I/AAAAAAAAATs/VKQayXQiGxI/s400/IMG_1310.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553521794919510978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be a closet "hopeless romantic". (Thanks to my mother.)  After 18 years of being married to a realist, Type A personality Chea was finally able to coax a "semi-fun/romantic" photo shoot out of Lee.  Here are the results.  I will be sending after-Christmas Cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-6330673057906786741?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/6330673057906786741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=6330673057906786741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6330673057906786741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6330673057906786741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-only-took-18-years.html' title='It only took 18 years'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TRITR0AP-0I/AAAAAAAAAT0/0ZtYn8nWXuI/s72-c/IMG_1306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-6969132446931383188</id><published>2010-10-02T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:53:51.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?  Irrationality expressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TKfv2cXmwhI/AAAAAAAAATc/eBbFlXlb4ss/s1600/hockeyMom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TKfv2cXmwhI/AAAAAAAAATc/eBbFlXlb4ss/s400/hockeyMom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523647186600378898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Stay in the car Channy"&lt;div&gt;Me: "What is going on out there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Stay in the car Channy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Why is Ty and friend the only one's running suicides?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Now out of the car at the fence with my hand on my hips giving the stink eye to the coach...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: (asking a Freshman player) "How long have those two been running?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small Freshman Soccer Player: "I don't know about half of practice"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "What did they do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small Freshman Soccer Player: "They were talking while coach was."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Walking with my hands in the air shaking, eyes fixed on the coach, "What is going on here?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JV Coach (Not even the Varsity Coach): "They are running because they were giving me Varsity Attitude... they thought they did not have to listen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "So they had to run for half of practice?"  " No water...YOU Couldn't do that!!!!###***"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JV Coach (NEVC): "Well I am a fifty year old man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "I am a very angry 40 year old woman."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me to other coach that walks by (By the way he is about 23 with spikes in his lips and still thinks he is a HS soccer star): "YOU CAN'T DO THAT EITHER!!!!***###"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other spikey coach: "Mam' calm down lets talk about this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty: "Moommmmm please stop lets go"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "What I am just trying to find out what is going on"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other Spikey Coach: "Long Explanation about RESPECT, sportsmanship what a good player your son is... Blah Blah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Still wanting to fight and verge of tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty: Mom this is not helping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Alright then"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spikey Coach: "Do you want to talk to the Varsity coach he is in Durango and will be back tonight."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Ignore him and walk to car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty: Very upset..." I didn't even do anything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Don't ever make me come to your practice and watch that again...all while crying hysterically"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me an hour later sitting on the bathroom floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ty: "Mom are you alright?"   "Can we ever be friends again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:"...I hate that I am crazy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ask myself was any of that necessary.  NO.  So Why????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-6969132446931383188?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/6969132446931383188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=6969132446931383188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6969132446931383188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6969132446931383188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-irrationality-expressed.html' title='Why?  Irrationality expressed.'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/TKfv2cXmwhI/AAAAAAAAATc/eBbFlXlb4ss/s72-c/hockeyMom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-1658393457616436453</id><published>2009-11-01T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:50:32.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Whining I am Doing my Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paige just came up to me and pushed my belly and said "Stop whining, I am doing my work", then proceeded to play on Lee's computer and made other disconcerting noises and phrases like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHH&lt;/span&gt; who touched this?!, This is my work!, I have to work!, and Don't touch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ty asked me yesterday why our house it like Chea's.  We never have any food and I never cook.  That is such a lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think trying to pull off two full time jobs and be a decent caregiver is making me and my children warped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-1658393457616436453?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/1658393457616436453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=1658393457616436453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1658393457616436453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1658393457616436453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/11/stop-whining-i-am-doing-my-work.html' title='Stop Whining I am Doing my Work'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5476271199238799145</id><published>2009-08-06T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:28:36.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Arnett... and Brush my hair</title><content type='html'>I have very few traits like my paternal grandmother.  But one of my biggest memories of her is brushing her hair.  She would get her brush and ask us to comb her hair.  She loved it.  My own mother does not like anyone to touch her hair so I assume that my love for this form of relaxation came from Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arnett&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have taken to paying Trey to brush my hair or just "get out the tangles".  Paige thinks this is something she can do also.  Yesterday she brought a brush and began to groom me.  Apparently she thought I needed my hair wet down to properly comb out the tangles.  ( I do this to her)  So she comes back from the bathroom with the brush dripping.  I let her brush my hair into a wet mess as she goes back and forth from the bathroom to the couch several times.   I am not sure why it did not occur to me that she can not reach the sink... Nonetheless I was enjoying getting my hair done.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got up to go into the bathroom, I was very surprised to see my little Paige dipping the brush into the toilet and on her way to continue with her work on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Gross!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-5476271199238799145?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5476271199238799145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5476271199238799145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5476271199238799145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5476271199238799145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/08/grandma-arnett-and-brush-my-hair.html' title='Grandma Arnett... and Brush my hair'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-494061656168412609</id><published>2009-08-02T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:05:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation Yellowstone, Tetons, Martin's Cove, Rushmore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYaZfhSDnI/AAAAAAAAATM/sE1BA5W6ACY/s1600-h/100_1076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365505031318670962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYaZfhSDnI/AAAAAAAAATM/sE1BA5W6ACY/s400/100_1076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shani at Jackson Hole Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYYZ6iiy9I/AAAAAAAAATE/CqHs6dTCgFo/s1600-h/100_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502839548464082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYYZ6iiy9I/AAAAAAAAATE/CqHs6dTCgFo/s400/100_1132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to have family closeness and all travel 3200 miles in the truck. Maybe not so wise. This is Crazy Horse in SD. The native American version of Rushmore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYYZuu-ybI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7cizB4g1xqs/s1600-h/100_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502836379404722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYYZuu-ybI/AAAAAAAAAS8/7cizB4g1xqs/s400/100_1123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Paige Slept in the truck while the others visited Crazy Horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYYZc_G5cI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TkgzJYCWOGA/s1600-h/100_1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365502831615206850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYYZc_G5cI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TkgzJYCWOGA/s400/100_1122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXbnbbGlI/AAAAAAAAASs/nxMOq5WHz1g/s1600-h/100_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501769266436690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXbnbbGlI/AAAAAAAAASs/nxMOq5WHz1g/s400/100_1117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rushmore Pics. It is actually a very interesting site to visit. Well worth the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXbAJyP7I/AAAAAAAAASk/0Mj4m-FxPfk/s1600-h/100_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501758723473330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXbAJyP7I/AAAAAAAAASk/0Mj4m-FxPfk/s400/100_1108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXazP5Q7I/AAAAAAAAASc/pA1TVkH4zgg/s1600-h/100_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501755259438002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXazP5Q7I/AAAAAAAAASc/pA1TVkH4zgg/s400/100_1098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Teton's. Many good memories from this beautiful place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXaYW3s4I/AAAAAAAAASM/TzjXloCZFZ8/s1600-h/100_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365501748040938370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYXaYW3s4I/AAAAAAAAASM/TzjXloCZFZ8/s400/100_1087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jackson Hole Cowboy in Bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVTLhtjSI/AAAAAAAAASE/mOmEBUw5M-g/s1600-h/100_1060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365499425314409762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVTLhtjSI/AAAAAAAAASE/mOmEBUw5M-g/s400/100_1060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVS13WM0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6nzoxxhKgrE/s1600-h/100_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365499419499574082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVS13WM0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/6nzoxxhKgrE/s400/100_1008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellowstone...Hot...Cranky...Why do we have to look at this stuff...this is where I discovered that someone stole our food out of the back of the truck in Ogden.   At least it wasn't like my wallet and all of the vacation spending $$  Oh wait that happened too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVSqay3gI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GpTS-bBKalE/s1600-h/100_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365499416427027970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVSqay3gI/AAAAAAAAAR0/GpTS-bBKalE/s400/100_1042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Faithful.  Well worth the crowds and traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVR6hLA_I/AAAAAAAAARk/9Ezc3OLAmpc/s1600-h/100_0988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365499403568874482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYVR6hLA_I/AAAAAAAAARk/9Ezc3OLAmpc/s400/100_0988.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNUOSJEfI/AAAAAAAAARc/PbMB6KQ4yrE/s1600-h/100_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365490647141257714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNUOSJEfI/AAAAAAAAARc/PbMB6KQ4yrE/s400/100_0991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNT902fUI/AAAAAAAAARU/JlTKuPIHZwM/s1600-h/100_0979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365490642723437890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNT902fUI/AAAAAAAAARU/JlTKuPIHZwM/s400/100_0979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNTt6k34I/AAAAAAAAARM/J82TIxx1hi8/s1600-h/100_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365490638452481922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNTt6k34I/AAAAAAAAARM/J82TIxx1hi8/s400/100_0981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNTD8Xa9I/AAAAAAAAARE/9WppQtfFdpw/s1600-h/100_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365490627185699794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNTD8Xa9I/AAAAAAAAARE/9WppQtfFdpw/s400/100_0973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ricks or BYU Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNS6ihRFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p6Z97GJwL38/s1600-h/100_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365490624661374034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYNS6ihRFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/p6Z97GJwL38/s400/100_0967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rexburg Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-494061656168412609?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/494061656168412609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=494061656168412609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/494061656168412609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/494061656168412609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-vacation-yellowstone-tetons.html' title='Family Vacation Yellowstone, Tetons, Martin&apos;s Cove, Rushmore'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYaZfhSDnI/AAAAAAAAATM/sE1BA5W6ACY/s72-c/100_1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-3797259184130628942</id><published>2009-08-02T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:50:53.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy Reunion in Zion's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYIZue_Q6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D0i7pKqK55E/s1600-h/Family+reunion+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365485244126282658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYIZue_Q6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D0i7pKqK55E/s400/Family+reunion+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting Ready for Angel's Landing Hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYIZfW0mrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mjuO8BbJi1A/s1600-h/Family+reunion+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365485240065497778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYIZfW0mrI/AAAAAAAAAQs/mjuO8BbJi1A/s400/Family+reunion+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Older Cousin's Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYIZLHXWyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MsiY4mLVejM/s1600-h/100_0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365485234631957282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYIZLHXWyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/MsiY4mLVejM/s400/100_0955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy Clan before leaving home on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHQqbUzqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Mqo1VJSQSVY/s1600-h/Family+reunion+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365483988906725026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHQqbUzqI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Mqo1VJSQSVY/s400/Family+reunion+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool Table was a Hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHQTspMRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ern-FICQF1I/s1600-h/Family+reunion+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365483982805348626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHQTspMRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ern-FICQF1I/s400/Family+reunion+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paige was excited to see Shani after two weeks of her being gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHPvtsrfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3y4hXFNfDeg/s1600-h/IMG_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365483973146095090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHPvtsrfI/AAAAAAAAAQM/3y4hXFNfDeg/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trent and Troy showing their skills at Horse shoe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHPeNcszI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-X0vKUShdSo/s1600-h/Family+reunion+065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365483968447427378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHPeNcszI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-X0vKUShdSo/s400/Family+reunion+065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Start of Angel's Landing when everyone was hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHPOPc6QI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RqyreCwR6-4/s1600-h/Family+reunion+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365483964160862466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYHPOPc6QI/AAAAAAAAAP8/RqyreCwR6-4/s400/Family+reunion+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tara showing off her Rock Star skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYFdi_syYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9gmANK_Lodc/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365482011226851714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYFdi_syYI/AAAAAAAAAP0/9gmANK_Lodc/s400/IMG_2579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trey and Maddie just saw something horrifying and did not hid their disgust and surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYDk6yic1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/UpKp_d_0-bQ/s1600-h/IMG_2580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365479938849928018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYDk6yic1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/UpKp_d_0-bQ/s400/IMG_2580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion's is home to many foreigners... they have different tastes in swim wear.  Trey and Maddie did not approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYDj5w20JI/AAAAAAAAAPM/urjnW0-93hg/s1600-h/100_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365479921394569362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYDj5w20JI/AAAAAAAAAPM/urjnW0-93hg/s400/100_0942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is part of the Angel's Landing Hike.  Very scary!  I found out I am petrified of heights.  I was still able to make it to the top nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYDjhAFQeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GhfqJuP1yrg/s1600-h/100_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365479914747544034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYDjhAFQeI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GhfqJuP1yrg/s400/100_0944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-3797259184130628942?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/3797259184130628942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=3797259184130628942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/3797259184130628942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/3797259184130628942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/08/murphy-reunion-in-zions.html' title='Murphy Reunion in Zion&apos;s'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnYIZue_Q6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/D0i7pKqK55E/s72-c/Family+reunion+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-733295199243807124</id><published>2009-08-02T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:11:19.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down on Grandpa's Farm</title><content type='html'>This July 4th we spent time visiting Utah.   We built a porch at Lee's Uncle's House in Roosevelt and visited his Grandpa's farm, and other old family homesteads.  Way cool.  I would have loved to loot some of those places.&lt;br /&gt;We also attended the Arnett Reunion.  Here are a few pics from both events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_zKcHr0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/JBHbjXpx2QE/s1600-h/100_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475785522523970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_zKcHr0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/JBHbjXpx2QE/s400/100_0900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_yvXfMRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qVSCSNxhEWE/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475778255335698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_yvXfMRI/AAAAAAAAAO0/qVSCSNxhEWE/s400/IMG_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_ya6P5hI/AAAAAAAAAOs/L7Jl8gOExdc/s1600-h/100_0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475772763989522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_ya6P5hI/AAAAAAAAAOs/L7Jl8gOExdc/s400/100_0905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_yEoNChI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YNRmQhpSQvU/s1600-h/100_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365475766782724626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_yEoNChI/AAAAAAAAAOk/YNRmQhpSQvU/s400/100_0885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-pxSbu1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/go_Lc19Csok/s1600-h/100_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365474524640557906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-pxSbu1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/go_Lc19Csok/s400/100_0898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-pXaIqnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yx_0yWFBna0/s1600-h/100_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365474517693540978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-pXaIqnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/yx_0yWFBna0/s400/100_0892.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-pOaSj_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/yuCKNH0lBPI/s1600-h/100_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365474515278270450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-pOaSj_I/AAAAAAAAAOM/yuCKNH0lBPI/s400/100_0876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-o7ej8XI/AAAAAAAAAOE/97CZKCwfP-w/s1600-h/100_0870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365474510195913074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-o7ej8XI/AAAAAAAAAOE/97CZKCwfP-w/s400/100_0870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-octUWKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JEZHS56nvh4/s1600-h/100_0861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365474501936306338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX-octUWKI/AAAAAAAAAN8/JEZHS56nvh4/s400/100_0861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-733295199243807124?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/733295199243807124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=733295199243807124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/733295199243807124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/733295199243807124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/08/down-on-grandpas-farm.html' title='Down on Grandpa&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SnX_zKcHr0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/JBHbjXpx2QE/s72-c/100_0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-8951706522593007025</id><published>2009-06-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:29:36.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want that Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SicdrtSzKkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QmCu2QkBBt0/s1600-h/paige-4146.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343272119628409410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SicdrtSzKkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QmCu2QkBBt0/s400/paige-4146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SicdrXU-KdI/AAAAAAAAANs/Wqp1usNBCx8/s1600-h/football_Kittys-51.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343272113731938770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SicdrXU-KdI/AAAAAAAAANs/Wqp1usNBCx8/s400/football_Kittys-51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The older I get the more I realize how fast time flies. I want it to stop... I am at peace with Me getting older and fatter and crankier. However, I want my kids to park it for awhile, I want my flowers to stay in bloom, I want my house to stay clean, my dishes to stay done, laundry clean, my hair to stay colored with out dark roots, my "to do" list to stay crossed off, my Mt. Dew to stay full, and the dog poo to stay raked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;What spurred these thoughts was the Double Birthday of Paige, and Trey. When Paige asked for panties on her Birthday I was sickened. She is my last baby. I will only get to change diapers, make bottles, and rock her for a little longer then poof, that time is gone. I missed many of those years with Trey when I was working and Lee was in school. I want them back! I want my Tulips in Bloom again, I want Paige to not know how to say "Shut Up" and "Go away" (Thanks Shani) I want my old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Volkswagon&lt;/span&gt; Bug, I want to go camping with G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rampie&lt;/span&gt; in his red truck and my "luvvie", I want to live in trailer in Oracle and have a great garden and mostly right now I want my babies back and my Mt. Dew full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4908552167304113779-8951706522593007025?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/8951706522593007025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=8951706522593007025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8951706522593007025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8951706522593007025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-that-back.html' title='I want that Back...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SicdrtSzKkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QmCu2QkBBt0/s72-c/paige-4146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-4878479414263477019</id><published>2009-05-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:43:22.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogstalking</title><content type='html'>Through reading my sister in laws blog with her beautiful baby and then going to my cousin Lindsay's blog I saw that my other crafting cousin was doing a give away.  I LOVE GIVE AWAYS!!!   Anyways visit her site megscrafts.blogspot.com.  YOu too might win a free craft especially made by Megan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-4878479414263477019?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/4878479414263477019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=4878479414263477019' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4878479414263477019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4878479414263477019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blogstalking.html' title='Blogstalking'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-4240906424875050908</id><published>2009-05-08T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:15:29.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goblins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSN-U9dpI/AAAAAAAAANk/_pSoqo1C9lA/s1600-h/100_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333548627480376978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSN-U9dpI/AAAAAAAAANk/_pSoqo1C9lA/s400/100_0708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Paige walking to find the really good dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSNnKX8nI/AAAAAAAAANc/upGA_yo_AWE/s1600-h/100_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333548621261959794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSNnKX8nI/AAAAAAAAANc/upGA_yo_AWE/s400/100_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Trey running from Grandma Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSNdUy9jI/AAAAAAAAANU/TPhb6oG0pts/s1600-h/100_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333548618621318706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSNdUy9jI/AAAAAAAAANU/TPhb6oG0pts/s400/100_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                Lee trying out the timer on the camera.  Mercy I look old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSNERUCbI/AAAAAAAAANM/PbXnYcB5qs8/s1600-h/100_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333548611895822770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSNERUCbI/AAAAAAAAANM/PbXnYcB5qs8/s400/100_0673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSQAR32rGI/AAAAAAAAANE/wkFE-t41KIU/s1600-h/100_0681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546193185582178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSQAR32rGI/AAAAAAAAANE/wkFE-t41KIU/s400/100_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSQAPL_6fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rlBI-T_Gvgk/s1600-h/100_0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546192464767474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSQAPL_6fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/rlBI-T_Gvgk/s400/100_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSP_p1A6mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BlFBLkIz5ew/s1600-h/100_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546182436252258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSP_p1A6mI/AAAAAAAAAM0/BlFBLkIz5ew/s400/100_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSP_cRo_xI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VXKKF13PiPU/s1600-h/100_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546178798223122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSP_cRo_xI/AAAAAAAAAMs/VXKKF13PiPU/s400/100_0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSP_PR9obI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cfUlA_Kuc7k/s1600-h/100_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546175309914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSP_PR9obI/AAAAAAAAAMk/cfUlA_Kuc7k/s400/100_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Ghandi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year we went to Zion's National Park Spring Break. Great trip! This year we tried many new National Parks in Southern Utah. The kids were so surprised when day after day we were hiking, the Great Wash, Arches, Natural Bridges, Capital Reef, and one more somewhere close to Moab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goblins National Park was the funnest!!! You can actually climb and run amuk! The kids played hide and seek with Grandma and Grandpa Murphy. Me and Paige just dug in the sand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee got some great pictures. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-4240906424875050908?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/4240906424875050908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=4240906424875050908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4240906424875050908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4240906424875050908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/05/goblins.html' title='Goblins'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SgSSN-U9dpI/AAAAAAAAANk/_pSoqo1C9lA/s72-c/100_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-6068089858749572949</id><published>2009-04-30T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:40:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments that Define</title><content type='html'>March 08 I took Ty for a drive by of Mesa View Middle School. Check out the new school!!&lt;br /&gt;Some kids were out running for PE so we watched them, and sized them up for awhile. It was not the Queen Creek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt; crowd he was used to for sure. I could see my 13 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;old's&lt;/span&gt; eyes well up just a bit. Maybe from fear of the unknown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PTSD&lt;/span&gt; from leaving a very comfortable social situation or all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;Moving when you are a teenager is hard. Moving a lot growing up is harder. Nonetheless I told him he would be fine. But my heart ached just a little bit also. I was hoping we had done the right thing moving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Farmington&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I enrolled Ty I saw on the Marquee that track had started. I told him to talk to the PE teacher and stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;after school&lt;/span&gt; for practice. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reply&lt;/span&gt;..."Gay". I did not pick him up for school and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me several times...Come GET ME!!! I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short he did very well last season in 110 hurdles, 400 meters and long jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Tues. April 28, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those days where you witnessed life changing events. Ty competed in Basin Finals for the 110 hurdles, 400 meter run, and 200meters.&lt;br /&gt;Watching him I wanted to vomit, cry and scream. (When I figure out how to post video you can witness the screaming.) Ty set a record in the 110 hurdles, Basin Champion in the 400 meters 55.3 and got 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; in the 200 meters 24.05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Lee told me the morning of the Track Meet this is a time and an accomplishment that he will always have..."no one can ever take this from him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we all need moments of Greatness to get us through this life. What an honor to witness that moment in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-6068089858749572949?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/6068089858749572949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=6068089858749572949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6068089858749572949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6068089858749572949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/04/moments-that-define.html' title='Moments that Define'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-8340992108629259528</id><published>2009-04-22T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:42:26.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppies are Good</title><content type='html'>I am so behind in some of my paper work and invoicing!! I have been trying to be consistent at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exercising&lt;/span&gt; but other things suffer...like my work, my lesson plans, my kids, my house, my patience etc.&lt;br /&gt;I know I wouldn't have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; if I would just give up Mt. Dew and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Reece's&lt;/span&gt;. But I also could not accomplish everything I need to and stave off my stress from letting the above mentioned items slack. A vicious circle I know! But back to being grateful for puppies. This morning I did not go work out with my friends. ( I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercised&lt;/span&gt; at home, novel idea) So I had almost 2 extra hours to catch up. However Paige had other plans for me that included, Moon Sand, Tents, Chocolate Milk, many many books, Clifford the Big Red Dog, Shampoo, Water, two changes of clothes and my best lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I sent her out with the dogs. She fed them, screamed NO NO NO, carried the puppy, and basically occupied herself with them for almost a full 45 minutes. You would not believe what I accomplished in that amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, you nasty little pooping machine. (puppy not Paige)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-8340992108629259528?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/8340992108629259528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=8340992108629259528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8340992108629259528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8340992108629259528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/04/puppies-are-good.html' title='Puppies are Good'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5356394385788541394</id><published>2009-04-08T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T10:07:27.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback Time</title><content type='html'>So our wonderful little addition is not a good night sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;Surprise, Surprise!!  But I figure that I was not consulted on the decision to get the puppy and I already raised 4 newborns.  I got up with them at night, fed and changed them so I will just pretend that I do not hear the yelping and crying that has continued for the last 3 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was especially bad and Lee was tired and lacking in nurturing skills.&lt;br /&gt;He got up yelled at the dog,  put it in the garage, changed the newspaper and pads, and then finally gave in and brought the dog to our bed.  EWWWWWWWWWWWW.  But I continued to pretend to sleep like a baby.  The puppy would still not be content.&lt;br /&gt;So Lee pulled out the big guns.  (And I did laugh out loud just a little at this)  He told the puppy he was going to "Kill it... with a Knife!"  If it did not stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not stop but alas it is still alive to yelp another night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-5356394385788541394?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5356394385788541394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5356394385788541394' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5356394385788541394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5356394385788541394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/04/payback-time.html' title='Payback Time'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-3933758767797381215</id><published>2009-04-05T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:13:58.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My need to Nurture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SdlXOrMSGFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xFriggDV7tU/s1600-h/Photo%252037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321380344338978898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SdlXOrMSGFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xFriggDV7tU/s400/Photo%252037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Candy had a beautiful post about women (her nieces) who nurture children and their fulfillment. I have four beautiful children and struggle with nurturing. So Lee brought home a gift that I could continue to practice my nurturing skills on. She was intended for Shani but I know how that goes... Mom will pick up poop, train and feed the "kids" dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also a big shout out and thanks to Brother-in-law Colby who bought a little puppy for his boys while we were visiting during Spring Break. Lee of course could not control the impulse to get one also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky me this is an "inside" Dog!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is going to be so0000 fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-3933758767797381215?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/3933758767797381215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=3933758767797381215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/3933758767797381215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/3933758767797381215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-need-to-nurture.html' title='My need to Nurture...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SdlXOrMSGFI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xFriggDV7tU/s72-c/Photo%252037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5474601835560586501</id><published>2009-03-19T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:09:43.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "damn" Leprechaun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ScLBJwcAB6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Hrqqjd-GVhM/s1600-h/pot-of-gold.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315022883615934370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ScLBJwcAB6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Hrqqjd-GVhM/s400/pot-of-gold.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sometimes try to be a good mom and have traditions for my children to someday look back on and emulate with their children or just remember fondly.  Anyways  St. Patrick usually comes and hides candies or does a scavenger hunt.  However sometimes it is an afterthought for me and I do a less than adequate job as a Leprechaun.  I was remembering when we lived in Socorro and I forgot to do anything with the gold I had.  So that night I stuck a back of chocolate gold on the wreath hanging on the door.  I told Trey to go outside and look for something in my car.  (Hoping that he would see the gold on the way back in.)   Well he swung the door hard and the gold came down and hit him on the head.  He was sure that the "damn" Leprechaun (as Lee says) threw the bag of gold at him.  Makes me laugh whenever I picture his face and him telling the story of the Leprechaun that threw the gold at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another time I forgot to be a good Leprechaun and a few days later I had Shani look in my glove box on the way to school.  She was sure that the Leprechaun had hid the candy so good that they could not find it on St. Patrick's Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year no gold throwing and just a trail of gold pieces leading to each child's See's Candies Gold Pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-5474601835560586501?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5474601835560586501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5474601835560586501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5474601835560586501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5474601835560586501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-leprechaun.html' title='The &quot;damn&quot; Leprechaun!!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ScLBJwcAB6I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Hrqqjd-GVhM/s72-c/pot-of-gold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-7178909923943673335</id><published>2009-03-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:01:33.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Before 10:00 o'clock in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SbATVDHEmkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2lTGgZkjIRs/s1600-h/pom-9369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309765213002963522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SbATVDHEmkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2lTGgZkjIRs/s400/pom-9369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to track Paige's Morning today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tried on 8 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;-filled 2 purses with everybody else's stuff&lt;br /&gt;-laid on my bed naked with a UofA hat&lt;br /&gt;-took a bath&lt;br /&gt;-took another bath with clothes on&lt;br /&gt;-ate two lip glosses&lt;br /&gt;-ate some lotion&lt;br /&gt;-ate some shampoo&lt;br /&gt;-put on Shani's mascara&lt;br /&gt;-sniffed deodorant&lt;br /&gt;-used 74 wipes&lt;br /&gt;-unloaded the silverware from the dishwasher to the floor&lt;br /&gt;-tried to put laundry soap in the washing machine&lt;br /&gt;-cried a lot (Cause Laundry soap hurts your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;-read two books&lt;br /&gt;-mashed 6 chocolate donuts&lt;br /&gt;-talked on the phone&lt;br /&gt;-made 6 copies of nothing&lt;br /&gt;-found three passies&lt;br /&gt;-made beds for three babies&lt;br /&gt;-refused Life Cereal&lt;br /&gt;-begged for Life Cereal&lt;br /&gt;-Threw the bowl on the floor&lt;br /&gt;-cried&lt;br /&gt;-read the same book again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-another Chocolate milk bottle (I know shame on me for letting her still have bottles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too old to have a toddler!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-7178909923943673335?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/7178909923943673335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=7178909923943673335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7178909923943673335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7178909923943673335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-before-1000-oclock-in-morning.html' title='All Before 10:00 o&apos;clock in the Morning'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SbATVDHEmkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2lTGgZkjIRs/s72-c/pom-9369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2071747927131454629</id><published>2009-02-24T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:13:09.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebound Relationship</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have not completely quit seeing Mr. Dew.  I admit in my closet at school I have a 2 liter that I chug when no one is looking but I have had it there for 2 weeks.  Also it is my rule that if a student uses the "F" word in the wrong context in class they will bring me either Mt. Dew or Chocolate. (that rule was in place before I decided to change my evil, white trash, unhealthy ways.)  So I do have a few unopened Mt. Dews for emergencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try a new love.  My sisters have a fondness for Diet Coke with Lime and occasionally I will share this drink with them.  I think it is a waste of a drink.  No real kick and just a bad headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I have faithfully been working out with my neighbor friend for 3 weeks now I thought I should do the diet thing.  We have made it our ritual to stop in Bloomfield and get a  diet drink after working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to go back to Mt. Dew.  I have not lost any weight and look like a very STRONG Fat woman!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-2071747927131454629?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2071747927131454629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2071747927131454629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2071747927131454629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2071747927131454629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/02/rebound-relationship.html' title='Rebound Relationship'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-8171136353741303140</id><published>2009-02-15T16:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:37:57.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finally letting go of my oldest and most meaningful ReLationShip!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SZiy65p6ocI/AAAAAAAAAME/y4VEpcWJk30/s1600-h/Mt.+Dew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185286207545794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SZiy65p6ocI/AAAAAAAAAME/y4VEpcWJk30/s400/Mt.+Dew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a student at Chandler High School I fell in love.  Many days I would walk across the street to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elmers&lt;/span&gt; for a secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rondevous&lt;/span&gt;. (how do you spell that?)  We would share an Elmer's Bean and Cheese.  Sometimes I would borrow money for him!  Through out all my 16 years of marriage I have remained still in love with this "nectar of the Gods".  When I feel down, depressed, tired, lonely, fat or happy I always have this "love" or addiction.  I have tried to give up this relationship many times but always return for the sweet nectar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However Saturday night while watching 20/20 our relationship hit a HUGE Bump.  Apparently the people of the Appalachian Mountains in Kentucky have the same type of addiction and relationship I have.  They cannot resist the 50% more Sugar and Caffeine than regular Pepsi or Coke... Just as I Love the sugary happy delight.  But when I watched a disgusted Dentist talk about the rot in their mouths and watched the doe eyed white trash chugging down my "nectar of the Gods" I fell out of love just a little.  Then Lee proceeded to remind me of my own rotting mouth...most likely due to this persistent relationship and my own doe eyes at every 7/11 and Circle K I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to break up with Mt. Dew for good!!  It was a good run but I guess I am too old to carry on this relationship.  Not to mention too FAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-8171136353741303140?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/8171136353741303140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=8171136353741303140' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8171136353741303140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8171136353741303140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-finally-letting-go-of-my-oldest.html' title='I am finally letting go of my oldest and most meaningful ReLationShip!!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SZiy65p6ocI/AAAAAAAAAME/y4VEpcWJk30/s72-c/Mt.+Dew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5255950009361632991</id><published>2009-01-27T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:36:36.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 14th to my Baby Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SX-JftHbdZI/AAAAAAAAALs/6i9leZyfAvI/s1600-h/chanchristmas-3912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296102864590697874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SX-JftHbdZI/AAAAAAAAALs/6i9leZyfAvI/s400/chanchristmas-3912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SX-Je2WNrvI/AAAAAAAAALk/0E0kTAavg8o/s1600-h/chanchristmas-3919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296102849888759538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SX-Je2WNrvI/AAAAAAAAALk/0E0kTAavg8o/s400/chanchristmas-3919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ty turned 14 yesterday and I turned 80. I can still remember being fourteen... so weird that now I have one of "those".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must admit he has turned out pretty good so far. He a great mix of his dad and me. Very organized and neat yet still a little laid back,  a sense of humor with a touch of crazy, athletic and artistic, and a "smart ass" and a pleaser.  All good combinations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who would have thought that the little 4 lb baby would tower over me by 5 inches at 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;Happy birthday Ty Marshall Murphy!&lt;br /&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/4908552167304113779-5255950009361632991?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5255950009361632991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5255950009361632991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5255950009361632991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5255950009361632991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-14th-to-my-baby-boy.html' title='Happy 14th to my Baby Boy!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SX-JftHbdZI/AAAAAAAAALs/6i9leZyfAvI/s72-c/chanchristmas-3912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-4528138933253018303</id><published>2009-01-03T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:11:38.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Echos of yesterday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SWAZSGPfWxI/AAAAAAAAALI/y0nZcAxd5u8/s1600-h/chanchristmas-3952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287253761236884242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SWAZSGPfWxI/AAAAAAAAALI/y0nZcAxd5u8/s400/chanchristmas-3952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I visited Great Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Arwella&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear her voice. It is an echo of my own Grandmother who passed away when I was about 10. What I love most is when she says my name "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Channy&lt;/span&gt;"... like that is exactly who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chandell&lt;/span&gt; Fay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Arnett&lt;/span&gt; and grew up as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Channy&lt;/span&gt;. But as an adult and in the world of work I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chandell&lt;/span&gt;, Ms. Murphy, Sister Murphy, "Miss" (to the juvenile delinquents), Mrs. Murphy, or Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chandell&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Arwella&lt;/span&gt; calls me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Channy&lt;/span&gt; and talks to me like she has known everything about me since I was born, it is the most comforting thing I have felt in a long time! She reminds me of who I am or who I was.  Funny how easy it is to loose yourself as you become an adult. You become so many things to so many people that you hardly remember when you used to be so happy playing the piano loud and long (Man from Snowy River Theme my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;.), eating peaches off the tree, playing in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mudd&lt;/span&gt;, reading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Newberry&lt;/span&gt; Winners, talking to yourself, skinny dipping, playing wahpah on the trampoline, coloring with your friends, and singing off key with your sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-4528138933253018303?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/4528138933253018303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=4528138933253018303' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4528138933253018303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4528138933253018303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2009/01/echos-of-yesterday.html' title='Echos of yesterday...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SWAZSGPfWxI/AAAAAAAAALI/y0nZcAxd5u8/s72-c/chanchristmas-3952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-685878577848017905</id><published>2008-12-15T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:16:49.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGOrv1NRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rha40rLmLLY/s1600-h/HPIM2059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055199958119698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGOrv1NRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rha40rLmLLY/s400/HPIM2059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGOMx2WTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eVTAGCX5yJc/s1600-h/HPIM2056a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055191645083954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGOMx2WTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eVTAGCX5yJc/s400/HPIM2056a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGNvma7cI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lE8c1qLgTNM/s1600-h/HPIM2055a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055183812521410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGNvma7cI/AAAAAAAAAKg/lE8c1qLgTNM/s400/HPIM2055a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGNI71yzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P2QJcZYeIso/s1600-h/HPIM2034a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055173433379634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGNI71yzI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P2QJcZYeIso/s400/HPIM2034a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGM-ZTpVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JD3yB3Pg10U/s1600-h/HPIM2048a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280055170604180818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGM-ZTpVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/JD3yB3Pg10U/s400/HPIM2048a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom, Dad and Pierce came for a visit this weekend. Pierce, Ty, Lee and Trey all went snowboarding/skiing Sat. It snowed the whole day!  Lee said he only got to do one run and spent the rest of the day on the bunny hill with Trey.  Trey loved it!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday Mom, Trey, Shani, Lee and I rode the Polar Express to the North Pole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 degrees is very cold.  Not a good temp to wait for the Polar Express in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jammies&lt;/span&gt; in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad was very very very very very ill.  It was just cold so he was hiding out under his hideous beanie.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is always nice to have family come visit.  It feels like the Holiday's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-685878577848017905?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/685878577848017905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=685878577848017905' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/685878577848017905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/685878577848017905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-visitors.html' title='Winter Visitors'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SUaGOrv1NRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rha40rLmLLY/s72-c/HPIM2059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-812385228179337570</id><published>2008-12-10T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:07:37.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Each one... Reach one..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_TP1C4yLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pdheNq0ik7I/s1600-h/GRADS+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278169557192198322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_TP1C4yLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pdheNq0ik7I/s320/GRADS+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_TPmua2PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UO6m7RYvafo/s1600-h/GRADS+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278169553348253938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_TPmua2PI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UO6m7RYvafo/s320/GRADS+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My ever so lovely and talented sister came last M&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;onday&lt;/span&gt; to take pictures of the Teen Parents I work with. She is magical and can make anyone look and feel beautiful. I wanted these girls ( and boys) to feel that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you want to see all of the pics check out chealambphotgraphy.blogspot.com or on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chea&lt;/span&gt; Lamb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These girls have so many challenges with boyfriends, families, poverty, school and trying to be a good parent without any role models. They could use some help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chea&lt;/span&gt; is helping me round up some items these girls are in need of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Many people feel that my girls deserve what they get because of choices they made...but we have all made bad choices. Some just show on the outside more than others.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some items that they are in need of.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;socks: any size up to 24 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;warmy&lt;/span&gt; blankets: (it is cold here!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cribs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crib mattresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;warm clothes: boys sizes 18-24month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;girls sizes 6 mo-5T (Many girls!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby books, toys, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;car seats&lt;/span&gt;, strollers really anything is a help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4908552167304113779-812385228179337570?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/812385228179337570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=812385228179337570' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/812385228179337570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/812385228179337570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/12/each-one-reach-one.html' title='&quot;Each one... Reach one...&quot;'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_TP1C4yLI/AAAAAAAAAJU/pdheNq0ik7I/s72-c/GRADS+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-7928666473775499155</id><published>2008-12-09T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:21:46.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Shooooos"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277810352563513890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST6MjXhtaiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iXKetSRYK98/s320/nike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paige has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fettish&lt;/span&gt; with shoes! Not a bad one to have. Last night we were at Big 5 buying new basketball shoes for Ty and Trey. (Apparently the ones I got at the thrift store were not good enough.) Anyways while everyone was busy trying on shoes, Paige too was busy at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had filled up a near by trash can with about 6 pairs of Nike High tops from the display. I am not sure what was going through her head but she was greatly dismayed when we put them back!! She has such a delightful scream that she has perfected. She usually gets what she wants when she uses it. So she tried it out in the store. I hate shopping with all of my kids and with Lee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-7928666473775499155?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/7928666473775499155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=7928666473775499155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7928666473775499155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7928666473775499155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/12/shooooos.html' title='&quot;Shooooos&quot;'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST6MjXhtaiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iXKetSRYK98/s72-c/nike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2582670311515951126</id><published>2008-12-03T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:25:50.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Pie is Dumb!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/STdMJJJE3vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kIRjjkBKdnw/s1600-h/HPIM2026a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275769208444346098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/STdMJJJE3vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kIRjjkBKdnw/s320/HPIM2026a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/STdMId0A3kI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aYqMMCDQq4Q/s1600-h/HPIM2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275769196813278786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/STdMId0A3kI/AAAAAAAAAI0/aYqMMCDQq4Q/s320/HPIM2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/STdMIKNQ5PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/j42JIrdvCkg/s1600-h/HPIM2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275769191550477554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/STdMIKNQ5PI/AAAAAAAAAIs/j42JIrdvCkg/s320/HPIM2006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to Morgan Utah for Thanksgiving. From the time we arrived early Wednesday morning Trey was ready for pie. He was constantly starving for lack of nourishment. (Pie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday morning he asked for a piece, During dinner he asked for a piece. When he was told that we were waiting for another cousin he exclaimed that "Waiting for Pie was Dumb." I don't think that prim and proper Grandma Murphy knew what to say. Of course we did not continue to wait for the cousin and Trey was at last appeased. After reflecting on Thanksgiving Dinner I think I agree. The only thing I looked forward to is Pecan Pie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanksgiving Trip was great. The best part was spending time with my Best Friend from High School. Man I love that girl. It is so great when you can find someone that time apart does not change your relationship. She arranged for our families to have a soccer match, feed llamas and goats, eat lunch and spend time catching up. Good times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have so many great memories of Dianne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am Thankful for Pecan Pie and my only friend (other than sisters) that has stood the test of time!!&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/4908552167304113779-2582670311515951126?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2582670311515951126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2582670311515951126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2582670311515951126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2582670311515951126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/12/waiting-for-pie-is-dumb.html' title='Waiting for Pie is Dumb!!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/STdMJJJE3vI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kIRjjkBKdnw/s72-c/HPIM2026a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-6956724345069119567</id><published>2008-11-20T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:55:41.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fall" Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSWxILTaA3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EycRmigN0yk/s1600-h/HPIM1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270813692938290034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSWxILTaA3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EycRmigN0yk/s320/HPIM1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSWxH-nL6cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hmu9Ah4FaGo/s1600-h/HPIM1982a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270813689531591106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSWxH-nL6cI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hmu9Ah4FaGo/s320/HPIM1982a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSWwkWxuE_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/AJ6kwpLj9MU/s1600-h/HPIM1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270813077542933490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSWwkWxuE_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/AJ6kwpLj9MU/s320/HPIM1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Fall...and today I began listening to Christmas Music on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt;. I decided to put up Christmas Decorations tonight. Except I also hate Daylight Savings so I have been taking to going to bed about 8:00pm. I would go to bed at 7:00 but that would make me seem to lazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways since I have decided Fall is over I will say that I think I am obsessed with Pumpkins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about them all the time and want to have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want gourds, white ones, antique ones, huge ones and all of the small ones, ornamental,foam, or ceramic... are all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I regularly deny myself things I really really want I did not purchase all of the pumpkins I wanted. Thus leaving me obsessed with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year I am planting my whole back acre in pumpkins and gourds. Maybe I will sell them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate Fall!!&lt;br /&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/4908552167304113779-6956724345069119567?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/6956724345069119567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=6956724345069119567' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6956724345069119567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6956724345069119567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-thoughts.html' title='&quot;Fall&quot; Thoughts...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSWxILTaA3I/AAAAAAAAAIk/EycRmigN0yk/s72-c/HPIM1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-7007624977489738663</id><published>2008-11-17T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:41:13.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES THAT IS A TOOTHBRUSH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSGck7g6GOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rHQ_xxAX3po/s1600-h/HPIM1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269665197265131746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSGck7g6GOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rHQ_xxAX3po/s320/HPIM1978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Strange how when the toilet gets clogged no one did it! This morning we mysteriously woke up to a clogged and gross toilet. Since I am apparently the only one who knows how to use a plunger I plunged our problem. Paige seemed fascinated with this process and several minutes later I found her using the plunger and the toilet brush. Gross!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The second time I went in the bathroom to tell her "No, No, Ca ca, Yucky" I saw what she had done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can only see two of the cars in the toilet... there were four, and Shani's toothbrush. (Shani's bathroom drawer is her favorite, many lip glosses, chap sticks, toothpaste, bows and other goodies.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shani told me later that she had even been brushing her teeth lately... with that toothbrush. I guess she is implying that brushing was an option and she recently had made it a habit. My kids are kind of sick! Nonetheless all items were retrieved. Time to start closing the lids!!&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/4908552167304113779-7007624977489738663?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/7007624977489738663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=7007624977489738663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7007624977489738663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7007624977489738663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-that-is-toothbrush.html' title='YES THAT IS A TOOTHBRUSH!!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SSGck7g6GOI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rHQ_xxAX3po/s72-c/HPIM1978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5677520419515829375</id><published>2008-11-16T18:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:11:29.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Can Not Do Great Things, I Can Do Small Things in a Great Way</title><content type='html'>My Dear Friend Passed away last Wednesday Night...&lt;br /&gt;Ann Hale was one of the first people I met when we moved to Socorro NM 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;We were like Mutt and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jeb&lt;/span&gt;.  She is 6 feet 1 inch and I am 5 feet 5 inches.  We started teaching Drug Prevention Classes in the Middle School and continued our work with youth for the next 5 years.  Although Ann is 9 years my senior we found much in common.  She grew up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Whiteriver&lt;/span&gt; Arizona,  My best camping memories are of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whiteriver&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She loved the Arizona Wildcats as do I.  She played basketball at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MCC&lt;/span&gt;... I attended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MCC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So the similarities were a stretch.  Nonetheless I enjoyed a co-dependent, enabling, close -distant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tumultuous&lt;/span&gt; relationship with this powerful, and gentlewoman.&lt;br /&gt;I attended her Memorial on Saturday and my eyes have still not recovered.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned... I will pay more attention to relationships.  I guess in the end that is all you have.&lt;br /&gt;She will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-5677520419515829375?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5677520419515829375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5677520419515829375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5677520419515829375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5677520419515829375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-i-can-not-do-great-things-i-can-do.html' title='If I Can Not Do Great Things, I Can Do Small Things in a Great Way'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2124393887741064069</id><published>2008-11-05T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:36:05.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweedle Bugs and Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe1CkoT_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zN0ZVplkzmA/s1600-h/HPIM1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304810921938930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe1CkoT_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zN0ZVplkzmA/s320/HPIM1941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe03Mk2CI/AAAAAAAAAHw/utvxoIHgzgI/s1600-h/HPIM1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304807868258338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe03Mk2CI/AAAAAAAAAHw/utvxoIHgzgI/s320/HPIM1946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe0eyYZMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1lgni8DVRuw/s1600-h/HPIM1943a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304801315939522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe0eyYZMI/AAAAAAAAAHo/1lgni8DVRuw/s320/HPIM1943a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe0BeZvtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FljmwBaVp-E/s1600-h/HPIM1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304793447513810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe0BeZvtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/FljmwBaVp-E/s320/HPIM1954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIezwbTSdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iQREQ_CVTjw/s1600-h/HPIM1953a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265304788871104978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIezwbTSdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/iQREQ_CVTjw/s320/HPIM1953a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning we woke up to this...  Coldy, Coldy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are a few pics of Halloween.  Paige was a Tweedle Bug/Butterfly.  Very Cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am at a loss for words lately so just enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-2124393887741064069?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2124393887741064069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2124393887741064069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2124393887741064069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2124393887741064069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/11/tweedle-bugs-and-snow.html' title='Tweedle Bugs and Snow'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SRIe1CkoT_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zN0ZVplkzmA/s72-c/HPIM1941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-8678676575435521919</id><published>2008-10-19T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:25:24.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FaLL FesTiVaL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqBvpJYmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5mE4s-w6_TQ/s1600-h/HPIM1842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259054305575002722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqBvpJYmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5mE4s-w6_TQ/s320/HPIM1842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqCNxZ1zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ReQ-MgxyA-0/s1600-h/HPIM1827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259054313662699314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqCNxZ1zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ReQ-MgxyA-0/s320/HPIM1827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqCi3uHOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFRQMZQRdDM/s1600-h/HPIM1849a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259054319326338274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqCi3uHOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/gFRQMZQRdDM/s320/HPIM1849a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqDG_ZC1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rqL55dKNPLc/s1600-h/HPIM1852a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259054329022188370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqDG_ZC1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/rqL55dKNPLc/s320/HPIM1852a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqDjJQcdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BNQ_f3y3ne8/s1600-h/HPIM1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259054336579760594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqDjJQcdI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BNQ_f3y3ne8/s320/HPIM1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Lee is off of work I always feel like we have to do something. My idea of something is usually clean the house, rake the tumbleweeds out of the yard, clean out the garage or something like that. However this weekend it was my idea to ride the quads AND go to the Fall Festival and pick pumpkins. Riding was not that fun since Trey refuses to use his brakes and just runs into people and things. Shani is afraid to go up any hills and goes very slow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways back to the PumPKin PaTcH. Lee surprisingly just wanted to go to Safeway or the Kmart Parking lot but I insisted and we were off to Aztec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we finally got there I was much dismayed that we had to pay to get in!! You can't even just buy pumpkins!? They made you go on a HayRiDe to the PumPKin PaTch. Even though the pumpkins were about $15 each it was worth it. The kids and Lee had a great time picking the best pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another treat for Trey especially was the corn pit. He dirtied himself and played forever. Paige did not like that stuff on her clothes and much preferred the SpriTe BottLe and the chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ty shot corn at a target and ShAnI got her face painted. Lee said it felt like DisneyLand for PumpKins. Pretty close. But I thought it was fun. First time I liked spending money.&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/4908552167304113779-8678676575435521919?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/8678676575435521919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=8678676575435521919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8678676575435521919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8678676575435521919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-festival.html' title='FaLL FesTiVaL'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPvqBvpJYmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5mE4s-w6_TQ/s72-c/HPIM1842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2845134660252191144</id><published>2008-10-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:53:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come play with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPYRiyV22KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nLVA3Uo4t00/s1600-h/HPIM1799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408904328304802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPYRiyV22KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nLVA3Uo4t00/s320/HPIM1799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPYRjO5AEeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n5j5wKXDyKY/s1600-h/HPIM1800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408911991902690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPYRjO5AEeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/n5j5wKXDyKY/s320/HPIM1800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPYRjRAePmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7Uxu7DPdLM0/s1600-h/17811783a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408912560111202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPYRjRAePmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7Uxu7DPdLM0/s320/17811783a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shane has never really liked dolls, babies, kids, anything that takes effort. But she loves Paige. She plays dress up with her, plays on the trampoline, teases her, and reads to her. I shouldn't be but I am always so surprised at how attached she is to Paige. Here are a couple of snapshots of them playing. I know in a couple of years when Shani is raging in her teen years I will long for these days!&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/4908552167304113779-2845134660252191144?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2845134660252191144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2845134660252191144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2845134660252191144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2845134660252191144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-play-with-me.html' title='Come play with me...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPYRiyV22KI/AAAAAAAAAFw/nLVA3Uo4t00/s72-c/HPIM1799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-943420603390770447</id><published>2008-10-13T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T14:21:09.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel's Peak in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPO7oenrXbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BXUJIUjdleM/s1600-h/HPIM1795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256751494160145842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPO7oenrXbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BXUJIUjdleM/s320/HPIM1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPO7okb0A_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XrT8CU0lCKY/s1600-h/HPIM1798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256751495720993778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPO7okb0A_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/XrT8CU0lCKY/s320/HPIM1798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like the most meaningful time I spend with Trey is in the morning when I am waiting for the bus with him. The other morning he looked across our yard to the mesa's and mountains and said how beautiful they were. He described the colors of the sky and the mountains etc. Then before he hopped on the bus he said I am going to draw that. When he came home from school he had this picture. He drew it. I am surprised that a kid with the attention span of a gnat could transfer what he saw to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-943420603390770447?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/943420603390770447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=943420603390770447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/943420603390770447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/943420603390770447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/10/angels-peak-in-morning.html' title='Angel&apos;s Peak in the Morning'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SPO7oenrXbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BXUJIUjdleM/s72-c/HPIM1795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-4910453686876284168</id><published>2008-10-08T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:04:42.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reindeer Games??</title><content type='html'>So I feel a little like Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. My friend Trish "tagged" me. I normally don't engage in blogging games, (Never been asked). So I am going to give it a try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 TV shows I love to watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Closer (She reminds me of my friend in Florida, I love the Southern Woman thing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fringe (My new fav.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Backyardigans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Columbo (Re-runs when they are on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Wizards of Waverly Place (I tell my kids I love that show but have only seen one episode it was funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things that happened Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Freaked out because Shane and Trey missed the bus...(Throws my whole day off)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Bought myself "expensive" make up. (Thanks to my niece Jessica for the inspiration)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Taught 4 classes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Took Trey to Soccer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Went to Target for Halloween Costume for Trey (blue Power Ranger)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Made chicken enchiladas for dinner. Made them so hot no one but Lee could eat them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Had a "Heart to Heart" with Ty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Put together a cabinet for all of the video games and DVD's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Favorite Places to Eat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Elmers (Place across the street from my HS in Chandler)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Olive Garden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Any Sushi Place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Joe's Crab Shack&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Taco Bell (Because of the Mt. Dew)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Red Dragon in Tucson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Anything I don't cook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Eegee's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( I think this game should be 5 instead of 8 of everything!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 Things I look forward to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Wearing wigs (when I am bald)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Being just a mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Having A maid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. The Spring ( I hate Fall and perhaps winter too!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Being old and crazy and torturing my kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Loosing 20 lbs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Having a productive Garden&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.Sleeping through the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 things on my Wish List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. House on the Beach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Debt Free&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. PhD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Lived by my family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. I had a Pecan Orchard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Shani's eyes would pop out of her head next time she rolls them&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Lee would find his destiny, purpose or legacy Whatever makes him so restless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I would excersize&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 people I want to Tag (this is hard I don't really have friends mostly family so here goes)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Shani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Chea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Heidi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Wendy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Brittney&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Sara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Frances&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Kim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-4910453686876284168?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/4910453686876284168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=4910453686876284168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4910453686876284168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/4910453686876284168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/10/reindeer-games.html' title='Reindeer Games??'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5690996084299773877</id><published>2008-10-02T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:54:54.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happiest Place on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRmcjxKPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jLRma8Tg8Xo/s1600-h/IMGA0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594217433442546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRmcjxKPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jLRma8Tg8Xo/s320/IMGA0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRmkOfLaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1OfJFAqHvrQ/s1600-h/IMGA0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594219491667362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRmkOfLaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1OfJFAqHvrQ/s320/IMGA0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRms7HJLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LAxdJuCz8Yo/s1600-h/IMGA0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594221826319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRms7HJLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/LAxdJuCz8Yo/s320/IMGA0617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRm2osVdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VNAMMVG6TtU/s1600-h/IMGA0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594224433419730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRm2osVdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VNAMMVG6TtU/s320/IMGA0627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRm2lc8MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8v0aF3x-Ylw/s1600-h/IMGA0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254594224419827906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRm2lc8MI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8v0aF3x-Ylw/s320/IMGA0630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRD670uPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A7ByKULEfxc/s1600-h/IMGA0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254593624291981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRD670uPI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A7ByKULEfxc/s320/IMGA0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sept 26th weekend Lee had this great idea to take the kids to Disney Land.. "before the economy crashes". Strange rationale I know but nonetheless the seed was planted and we went. Left Thursday night for Arizona... Picked up Pierce and left for California Friday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Santa Monica Beach Friday afternoon and then Disneyland Saturday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paige absolutely hated Disney except for the parade at 7:30 pm that night. So you can imagine how much fun I had fighting her all day. She threw a pacifier, sippy cup, and bottle into oblivion or the Disney lake. She pulled out her ponytail hair and all, destroyed her ribbon and shot her rubberband somewhere. She ate a bag of Cotton Candy, 7 fruit roll-ups, a Mt. Dew and then spit them on her very cute outfit. By 11:30 she looked like a very angry, disgusting elf. She proceeded to wriggle out of the stroller, my arms, Lees arms all the while screaming. Nothing would console her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey loved every ride and wanted to go again. He probably had the most fun of all until... the parade when he was on overload. He needed a Mickey Balloon, Sword, Cotton Candy and a Churro stick simultaneously. He did not get them and began to cry and rub off his face painting which sent him into hysterics. Good ending for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the other kids.. not really sure if they like Disney Land. They spent the day together standing in the "Big Kid" rides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night at the hotel everyone decided to sit in the hot tub. Apparently so did 12 other "special needs" adults with continence problems. I did not venture the tub but Lee was sure he smelled "diarrhea" in the hot tub. Imagine his horror when Trey emerged from under the water with his cheeks full of that bacteria ridden brew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if Disney is really the Happiest Place on Earth... but we had fun. Next time I feel the need to blow some money I think I will rent a beach house.&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/4908552167304113779-5690996084299773877?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5690996084299773877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5690996084299773877' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5690996084299773877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5690996084299773877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/10/happiest-place-on-earth.html' title='The Happiest Place on Earth'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOwRmcjxKPI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jLRma8Tg8Xo/s72-c/IMGA0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5534537569635853999</id><published>2008-10-02T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T07:54:14.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Not so Molly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTgXn_N9cI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PbHU-yvJNMY/s1600-h/tr_chicken.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252569761896592834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTgXn_N9cI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PbHU-yvJNMY/s320/tr_chicken.gif" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay... I have to confess that I love to read other people's blogs and dream about maybe cooking some of their recipes, canning some beautiful peaches tomatoes or "meat", reading some of the uplifting books or just the Twilight series, making some of the cute crafts, decorating my house, sewing something, anything domestic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I must admit ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I made Top &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ramen&lt;/span&gt; Chicken flavor for dinner last night, some of my children chose to have it dry and crunched up in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ziplock&lt;/span&gt; baggie with the flavoring on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- the book I am currently working on is "Hand Hand Fingers Thumb" I especially like the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; ditty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; ditty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dum&lt;/span&gt;" part. I have never read any of the Work and the Glory, any Twilight books, and I don't read the Ensign cover to cover every month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Shani stuck some pretzels in peanut butter and called it a Halloween craft (check out her blog for pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- We usually eat our delicious dinner about 8:00 or 9:00 depending on whether Ty had a game, Scouts, Soccer or dance was that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I paid my mom and my sister to can chicken for me and am still willing to pay more for someone to can anything else for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I need my sisters to help me decorate my house and I am too cheap to buy anything new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-I take my baby to a babysitter every day so I can teach Teen moms and dads how to be good parents. (What a hypocrite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please tell me the things people blog about aren't true or they are greatly exaggerated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-5534537569635853999?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/5534537569635853999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=5534537569635853999' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5534537569635853999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/5534537569635853999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/10/confessions-of-not-so-molly.html' title='Confessions of a Not so Molly'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTgXn_N9cI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PbHU-yvJNMY/s72-c/tr_chicken.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2899271838386655073</id><published>2008-10-02T07:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:55:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the Morning Running!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTuiBJF6lI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1-OvKTHGOeI/s1600-h/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252585333610375762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTuiBJF6lI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1-OvKTHGOeI/s320/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTbkGpaIdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oucBBw9xLyM/s1600-h/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252564478726906322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTbkGpaIdI/AAAAAAAAAEU/oucBBw9xLyM/s320/IMG_0121.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Kim thanks for the rotating tip but now I can't delete the off kilter one.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trey likes to make me wait for the bus outside or at the door with him in the mornings. Normally we are at the door because I am practically naked! Or not presentable. He always makes a run for the bus like the driver is going to take off with out him. Yesterday we waited in the garage. When the bus arrived he went out into the middle of the carport and began backing up while keeping his eye on the open bus door and stairs. The bus driver seemed to be anticipating something. Recently my irrational side has flared up and I had a confrontation with Trey's teacher at PT Conferences over minor things. Anyways my first thought was oh my he is so afraid to get on the bus. Someone must be being mean to him... perhaps I should have a talk with all of the children on the bus and the bus driver RIGHT NOW and put a stop to this. (Never mind that I am in my robe only.) Trey continues to keep his eye on the open door and back up. Then he stops abruptly and bolts. Before I know it he is on the bus and the doors close. Apparently he needed a running start to jump on the bus and the Garage was too close to attain full speed when he hit those stairs. So alas my lecture for the bus driver and other children will have to wait for my next flare up of irrational behaviors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-2899271838386655073?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2899271838386655073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2899271838386655073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2899271838386655073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2899271838386655073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/10/hit-morning-running.html' title='Hit the Morning Running!!!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SOTuiBJF6lI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1-OvKTHGOeI/s72-c/IMG_0121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-7092795509995276802</id><published>2008-09-25T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:15:55.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To"Facebook" or not to "Facebook"</title><content type='html'>I spent the weekend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chea's&lt;/span&gt; (again).  I had a training in Scottsdale so I brought all of my kids for a fun visit.  Anyways while sitting at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chea's&lt;/span&gt; table "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;" came up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chea&lt;/span&gt; took great delight in telling me that both Ty and Shani had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  Even though I had specifically told Ty a few months ago to get rid of it.  He said he did and just started a new one.  (He found the loop hole!)  Anyways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chea&lt;/span&gt; said that she felt it was a good way for kids to network and she has one so she can check up on her kids.  I have many (Negative!) feelings about this.  Shani definitely can not have one, I don't think it is age appropriate and it puts you on the radar of things, conversations and people.  However, Ty?????  I need input.  So if you have thoughts please feel free to help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-7092795509995276802?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/7092795509995276802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=7092795509995276802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7092795509995276802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7092795509995276802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/09/tofacebook-or-not-to-facebook.html' title='To&quot;Facebook&quot; or not to &quot;Facebook&quot;'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2997154023079866237</id><published>2008-09-17T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:55:38.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where's Grampie?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SNHD5HcyVNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BAJ_rE228cQ/s1600-h/grampie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247190426883085522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SNHD5HcyVNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BAJ_rE228cQ/s320/grampie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was driving down the road today and looking at my troll hands with little age spots. (I am starting to get arthritis and it is painful!) Anyways I was reminded of Grampie and the little nubs he had. I sure miss that guy. The picture above is when he came to visit me in Florida. I am so grateful for the memories I have of driving him around to his old mission sites and hearing his stories. I think it is lucky that he lived so long after Grammie passed. He was such a huge part of his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren's lives. So many many memories of that man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He taught me to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-love camping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-hate pigs feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-look for green olives in green corn tamales &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-how to pack a camper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-which peaches were ripe for the picking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-to love figs but wear long sleeves when in the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-it is okay to eat out on Sunday's if it is Picadilly's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-you must always have a dessert after dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-pray and read often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- jerky needs a lot of salt and to hang on the clothes line for at least 5 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-it is best to map out your garage sale route at least one day in advance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-stick with whatever job you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Thirstbusters are a waste of money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-don't go to church without mints in your pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-dry clean your own clothes with a can with a plastic brush on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Matlock is good TV, so is People's Court&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- keep a year supply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- help your family...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those of you who knew this man Grampie what did you learn from him?&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/4908552167304113779-2997154023079866237?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2997154023079866237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2997154023079866237' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2997154023079866237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2997154023079866237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheres-grampie.html' title='&quot;Where&apos;s Grampie?&quot;'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SNHD5HcyVNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BAJ_rE228cQ/s72-c/grampie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-895983591331373428</id><published>2008-09-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:04:06.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you 50?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SMbkmmQHlLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/83df8uWlZ7s/s1600-h/HPIM1517a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244130167873836210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SMbkmmQHlLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/83df8uWlZ7s/s320/HPIM1517a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to my Best Friend for 37 years. Chea and I could not be more different. But for some reason we still understand eachother! What a beautiful thing. I can go weeks with out talking to her and then just pick up the phone and we are right back in Jr. High with many stories to tell and dramas to work through. Her photos, artistist ability, chaos, emotions on the edge (always!), never ending projects (people and things) and undying love for her family are to be admired by all. I am so glad that you are 39!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I have a great picture of us when we were little but i have to figure out how to scan and then I will add.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-895983591331373428?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/895983591331373428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=895983591331373428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/895983591331373428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/895983591331373428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-my-older-sister.html' title='What are you 50?'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SMbkmmQHlLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/83df8uWlZ7s/s72-c/HPIM1517a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-2730498624526919061</id><published>2008-09-04T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:17:00.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White "Lite-ing"  Hawks Football Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SL_tiR-yuaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Quqn33e580w/s1600-h/HPIM1736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242169664480655778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SL_tiR-yuaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Quqn33e580w/s320/HPIM1736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Ty's first football game. He turned out to be quite a good player despite his lack of mass. (He only has height) But apparently speed can make up for quite a bit. Lee is in Houston so he will miss the debut of the starting: Cornerback, Safety, Kicker, Kick Return and Receiver.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at him I am so old!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-2730498624526919061?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/2730498624526919061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=2730498624526919061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2730498624526919061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/2730498624526919061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/09/white-lite-ing-hawks-football-star.html' title='White &quot;Lite-ing&quot;  Hawks Football Star'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SL_tiR-yuaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Quqn33e580w/s72-c/HPIM1736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-973883386748688205</id><published>2008-09-03T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T07:59:17.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chest Hair, Back Hair, Leg Hair...Hair No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SL6l2uTiVYI/AAAAAAAAADs/3DJzNw5KUqY/s1600-h/HPIM1733a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241809375867327874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SL6l2uTiVYI/AAAAAAAAADs/3DJzNw5KUqY/s320/HPIM1733a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lovely trip to Queen Creek this weekend and stayed with the Lamb's.  Wayne likes to tease and was asking Trey if he had any chest hair. He replied "No but I have back hair." This prompted many more conversations about hair. Why does he have so much, Can he shave it, Why do girls not have hair, Why does Ty not have as much hair as he does etc. Anyways on the way home from soccer he was rambling and I was deep in thought so I was only half listening. I remember something about I am going to get rid of the hair, maybe shave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning in the shower there were about 20 naked GI Joes and a razor. Still I did not think anything. Then when I was putting on Trey's socks I noticed how smooth his legs were (Up to his knee cap and then there was a line of fur) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked if he shaved. He replied very confidently "Yes!" and then went into great detail about what soap he used to lather up and how careful he was. I did not know what to say so I just said hmmm.  He was late for the bus so he ran out and that was that. Hairy legs no more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-973883386748688205?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/973883386748688205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=973883386748688205' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/973883386748688205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/973883386748688205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/09/chest-hair-back-hair-leg-hairhair-no.html' title='Chest Hair, Back Hair, Leg Hair...Hair No More'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SL6l2uTiVYI/AAAAAAAAADs/3DJzNw5KUqY/s72-c/HPIM1733a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-1914396251848311767</id><published>2008-08-25T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T07:56:18.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let me do it!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SLLG9N9jxEI/AAAAAAAAADk/GVSXFuoj3yM/s1600-h/HPIM1703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238468071607485506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SLLG9N9jxEI/AAAAAAAAADk/GVSXFuoj3yM/s320/HPIM1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paige likes to drink out of anyone's cup. (She also want to hold it herself...Let me do it!)Apparently someone did not set their drink back far enough on the counter.  The little elf with her eagle eye spied it on the edge of the counter.  Very sneakliy she reached for it with her little fingers...Kapow, Splash, Scream, Crash...&lt;br /&gt;You can guess the rest. As a side note why is Koolaide not clear? Why the red Dye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-1914396251848311767?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/1914396251848311767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=1914396251848311767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1914396251848311767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1914396251848311767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/08/let-me-do-it.html' title='&quot;Let me do it!&quot;'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SLLG9N9jxEI/AAAAAAAAADk/GVSXFuoj3yM/s72-c/HPIM1703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-6671025820857359481</id><published>2008-08-20T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:30:01.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing in Life that matters is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE6YBhlNI/AAAAAAAAADE/mmIkSSau1HY/s1600-h/HPIM1688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236636236396991698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE6YBhlNI/AAAAAAAAADE/mmIkSSau1HY/s320/HPIM1688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE61xJKTI/AAAAAAAAADM/D3S0CvBK2Os/s1600-h/HPIM1696a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236636244381346098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE61xJKTI/AAAAAAAAADM/D3S0CvBK2Os/s320/HPIM1696a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE7B6YsGI/AAAAAAAAADU/u0B6vdY4YBc/s1600-h/HPIM1699a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236636247641337954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE7B6YsGI/AAAAAAAAADU/u0B6vdY4YBc/s320/HPIM1699a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE7Rh23_I/AAAAAAAAADc/2YtINDpnFjg/s1600-h/HPIM1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236636251833425906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE7Rh23_I/AAAAAAAAADc/2YtINDpnFjg/s320/HPIM1694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxDyLKN9MI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r7-lZczEW8E/s1600-h/HPIM1682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236634995993212098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxDyLKN9MI/AAAAAAAAAC8/r7-lZczEW8E/s320/HPIM1682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we had a Family Home Evening Lesson about the way we treat others.  Lee was explaining to the kids that the only thing that defines you as a person is how you treat others.  If you treat people bad you are a bad person... It doesn't matter if you are rich or good at sports etc.  Then we proceeded to the activity portion of FHE.  Polishing our basketball skills or lack thereof.  Lee was not pleased with our skills so many lessons, drills etc. ensued.  Shani was furious and tried slacking, Ty told Lee that he was not going to try out for Basketball anyway so why are we doing this.  Trey loved every moment.  Ty and Shani's lack of enthusiasm kept us practicing (me included) for almost 3 hours.  Later that night when Ty was in bed and frustrated he asked why if the only thing that matters in life is how you treat others why does dad say it is so important to be good at sports?  Good question.  So I concluded the two most important things in life are how you treat others and if you were competitive and competent in most sports.  Words to live by!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-6671025820857359481?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/6671025820857359481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=6671025820857359481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6671025820857359481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6671025820857359481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-thing-in-life-that-matters-is.html' title='The only thing in Life that matters is...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxE6YBhlNI/AAAAAAAAADE/mmIkSSau1HY/s72-c/HPIM1688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-190363050983717220</id><published>2008-08-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T09:16:32.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggy Tails!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxCr8xNpZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TM0ZkjqkvwY/s1600-h/HPIM1668a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236633789539394962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxCr8xNpZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TM0ZkjqkvwY/s320/HPIM1668a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paige has managed to give herself a mullet.  In order for her to relax or go to sleep she pulls out her pony tail and bow on top of her head  and then pulls her hair.  Thus the mullet.  She can't reach the hair in the back only the front.  Today we tried a new hair do that accentuates her elfish features but she sure looks cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-190363050983717220?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/190363050983717220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=190363050983717220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/190363050983717220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/190363050983717220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/08/piggy-tails.html' title='Piggy Tails!!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKxCr8xNpZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TM0ZkjqkvwY/s72-c/HPIM1668a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-6453677184809109333</id><published>2008-08-14T06:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:40:32.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKQ1fXUfuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/RKLJsNGjdws/s1600-h/hrt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234367479863556450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKQ1fXUfuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/RKLJsNGjdws/s320/hrt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been teaching parenting classes for the last 4 years. Mostly to extremely dysfunctional families. The buzz words are "Love and Limits" finding the balance. Too much "Limits" and no "Love" create rebellious, bitter, controlling, and perfectionist children and adults... Too much "Love" and no "Limits" is supposed to create children and adults with no boundaries, no structure, no understanding of the real world... basically spoiled monsters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often use my upbringing as examples in my classes. ( I have great stories thanks to my siblings  and my mom and dad, some stories are not believeable!) A couple of weeks ago I was at the Juvenile Detention Center teaching parenting and Fatherhood Classes to ajudicated 15-18 year olds. (I love those guys... again thanks to my upbringing) I was telling a story from my family and I began to cry. We were discussing "Self-Image" and what feeds it. How parents from infancy create either positive or negative self-image in their children based on what they tell them. I spoke of how my mother always told me how beautiful, kind and talented I am. Then showed a picture of me in 7th grade. My teeth were jacked up, my hair was mousy and stringy, I had bulging eyes... Not a pretty sight! But nonetheless I have always believed myself to be beautiful, talented, and kind because of the endless or unconditional love of my Mother (and father). I always thought you needed a balance of "Love" and "Limits" to become a healthy adult. I have since learned that I would rather err on the side of "Love" with my children and change who they see themselves as and who they become because of my too much "Love".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you mom for your example of Christlike love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Belated Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-6453677184809109333?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/6453677184809109333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=6453677184809109333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6453677184809109333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6453677184809109333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-and-limits.html' title='Love and Limits'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKQ1fXUfuWI/AAAAAAAAACc/RKLJsNGjdws/s72-c/hrt.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-1102310101622048141</id><published>2008-08-14T06:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T06:20:56.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's almost 40 and still alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKQwm7BMSGI/AAAAAAAAACU/gQeVvFhNz-4/s1600-h/HPIM1154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234362112147212386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKQwm7BMSGI/AAAAAAAAACU/gQeVvFhNz-4/s320/HPIM1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a Happy Birthday shout out to Lee. Today he is 38... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The miracle is that he is alive. I don't think he hoped or thought he would live this long...He is always sure he has "Hanta Virus, West Nile, Skin Cancer, Just plain old Cancer, Heart Disease, Brain Tumor, Bird Flu etc".  (In that way he and Shani are very alike. Very in tune with every ailment and slight dysfunction in their body. ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways turns out Today he has none. He is just a 38 year old Petroleum engineer at ConocoPhillips who gets up and is at work every morning at 7:00am and comes home at 6:00pm. I know this is not the life he dreamed of or dreams of, but his family appreciates him taking a break from his endless quest for knowledge, horses, and creating a legacy so we can be settled for the moment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday to the most Brilliant, Complex, Funny, and Spiritual Man I have ever Loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-1102310101622048141?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/1102310101622048141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=1102310101622048141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1102310101622048141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1102310101622048141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/08/he.html' title='He&apos;s almost 40 and still alive...'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SKQwm7BMSGI/AAAAAAAAACU/gQeVvFhNz-4/s72-c/HPIM1154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-734646998595506744</id><published>2008-07-22T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:11:35.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyclone Lake Camping Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-81.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1729382256928492673&amp;amp;site=widget-81.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256928492673&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p1/1729382256928492673/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256928492673&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p2/1729382256928492673/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256928492673&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-81.slide.com/p4/1729382256928492673/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-734646998595506744?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/734646998595506744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=734646998595506744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/734646998595506744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/734646998595506744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-my-slide-show_22.html' title='Cyclone Lake Camping Trip'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-6361794258229972921</id><published>2008-07-22T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:12:41.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors and Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP91k8E9I/AAAAAAAAABo/CefEnm6bY0Y/s1600-h/HPIM1530a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881972638487506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP91k8E9I/AAAAAAAAABo/CefEnm6bY0Y/s320/HPIM1530a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP-azcL6I/AAAAAAAAABw/VsVDLgsesTM/s1600-h/HPIM1533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881982631423906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP-azcL6I/AAAAAAAAABw/VsVDLgsesTM/s320/HPIM1533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP-iT3xbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lUNTKIIsIgk/s1600-h/HPIM1528a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881984646497714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP-iT3xbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/lUNTKIIsIgk/s320/HPIM1528a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP_FBfISI/AAAAAAAAACA/dLA_SvrcJgU/s1600-h/HPIM1531a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225881993964626210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP_FBfISI/AAAAAAAAACA/dLA_SvrcJgU/s320/HPIM1531a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendy has been helping me decorate my house. I finally put some mirrors up in the Dining Room and also made my own framed music art. Not necessarily what Pottery Barn has but cheaper and I am cheaper. Here is a picture of my first tomatoes and poppies. Neither are in my garden that I have been waiting 5 years for. ( That is not doing so well) but I am pleased to have tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think about the Dining Room/Music Room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-6361794258229972921?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/6361794258229972921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=6361794258229972921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6361794258229972921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/6361794258229972921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/07/mirror-and-gardens.html' title='Mirrors and Gardens'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SIYP91k8E9I/AAAAAAAAABo/CefEnm6bY0Y/s72-c/HPIM1530a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-7287600978021880986</id><published>2008-07-06T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:56:28.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SHIfrahMfTI/AAAAAAAAABA/9r2E2y86Zsg/s1600-h/HPIM1361a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220269748789214514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SHIfrahMfTI/AAAAAAAAABA/9r2E2y86Zsg/s320/HPIM1361a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SHFnDEz1NlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MSAlfoYA7N4/s1600-h/HPIM1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220066745627522642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SHFnDEz1NlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/MSAlfoYA7N4/s320/HPIM1362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just spent a week at the Beach and a whole lot of money. I planned a variety  of"good" activities and signed my kids up for summer camps. However the only thing they want to do is play in the Walmart $14.00 swimming pool and make water balloons. I could have saved mucho $$'s if I would have know this is all they wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-7287600978021880986?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/7287600978021880986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=7287600978021880986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7287600978021880986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/7287600978021880986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/07/cheap-summer-fun.html' title='Cheap Summer Fun'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SHIfrahMfTI/AAAAAAAAABA/9r2E2y86Zsg/s72-c/HPIM1361a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-8567090071674859319</id><published>2008-07-03T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:29:50.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horror's of Fishing with Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SG0LtrW-qBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_9F_EPGRopU/s1600-h/trey+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218840422553397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SG0LtrW-qBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_9F_EPGRopU/s320/trey+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trey caught four fish while at the Father's and Son's outing in Lemon Dam, Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;Lee was so proud of him.  When I asked Trey about catching fish he told me the terrible thing that his dad said about catching the fish and keeping them.  "We are only able to keep them if we cut them open, take out the guts, and cut their head off!"  He said he just wanted to keep one for a pet because they were so beautiful.  I don't think realized what terror he struck in his 6 year old son's heart with his tale of beheading such a beautiful creature.  Needless to say no fish came home from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-8567090071674859319?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/8567090071674859319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=8567090071674859319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8567090071674859319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/8567090071674859319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/07/horrors-of-fishing-with-dad.html' title='The Horror&apos;s of Fishing with Dad'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SG0LtrW-qBI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_9F_EPGRopU/s72-c/trey+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-5878085134692468808</id><published>2008-07-02T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:49:11.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1729382256927925686&amp;amp;site=widget-b6.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1729382256927925686&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b6.slide.com/p1/1729382256927925686/bb_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SFBKpb5JLiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UhQZSQeMj3A/s320/paige+in+pink+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SFBKp2ICLVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K3t0vu1hImk/s1600-h/HPIM0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210746851631967570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SFBKp2ICLVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/K3t0vu1hImk/s320/HPIM0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SFBKqWYkgOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bahcH7QuPnA/s1600-h/HPIM0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210746860291260642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SFBKqWYkgOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/bahcH7QuPnA/s320/HPIM0804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom asked for Pics of Paige so here are some dating as far back as December. I am not as creative or organized as my sisters so I will just throw them out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-882460590431514040?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/882460590431514040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=882460590431514040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/882460590431514040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/882460590431514040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/06/progression-of-paige-or-ketchup.html' title='Progression of Paige or Ketchup'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/SFBKpb5JLiI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UhQZSQeMj3A/s72-c/paige+in+pink+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4908552167304113779.post-1647136487484501194</id><published>2008-06-06T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:24:06.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Me???!!</title><content type='html'>Since no one is linked to this blog I will feel free to be honest and use this blog as a therapy tool. I previously blogged that I felt that Verbal Vomit was inappropriate but now have changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took a trip with all four of my children to Sam's Club. Just for a fun activity during the summer. Everyone was of course starving so we made the rounds through the frozen food section to get as much free food as we could. However Sam's Club seemed to be running behind and the only thing available was fruit coctail and animal crackers. Trey gave all of the crackers to Paige who promptly stuffed 3 in her mouth. Being the lax mother I am I assumed that she would soggy them up and then spit them out.&lt;br /&gt;Since the fruit coctail and crackers did not fill up the children I sent Ty with Trey and Shane to buy some pizza while I checked out. Paige was not pleased with her siblings leaving and began to wail. On her second big wail she inhaled an animal cracker that proptly got stuck in her throat. She was not breathing just opening her mouth and looking horrified. I blew on her which usually works when she holds her breath..nothing...I turned her over and patted vigorously on her back...still nothing... I am starting to panic and people are looking at me...I think I said softly someone help me...then I tried the heimelich manuever....still nothing and she is turning blue... I am screaming someone help me, someone help me...nothing just stares...so I hang her upside down and bang on her back and out comes three soggy animal crackers.&lt;br /&gt;The cashier then asks if he should call a doctor. (No you moron!!) An a lady next to me said that she knew what to do when a baby was choking but did not want to take her from me. Hello...did you not hear me saying "Help Me!!" in a very panicked voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while I was rehearsing the events of yesterday my epiphany came. I am a rescuer who definitely wants to be rescued. Even when I am screaming "Help me" no one will come. That is my job. Then I cried for myself out of pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned loud and clear. When you yourself are a rescuer no one will rescue you even if you ask for it. Now I definitely feel sorry for my DAD. So this can be a Fathers Day post of sorts to the biggest rescuer of all. Where do you think I learned my rescuing skills?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad for always rescuing and I feel your pain and longing for someone to rescue you.&lt;br /&gt;(My after thought..)&lt;br /&gt;But alas I cannot wallow in my own sadness for rescuers because I know that there is someone to rescue me from my pride, self pity, sadness, sins and mistakes. The Savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4908552167304113779-1647136487484501194?l=channmurphy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/feeds/1647136487484501194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4908552167304113779&amp;postID=1647136487484501194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1647136487484501194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4908552167304113779/posts/default/1647136487484501194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://channmurphy.blogspot.com/2008/06/rescue-me.html' title='Rescue Me???!!'/><author><name>Channy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07718192215657423204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RY_EIwwkhw4/ST_mGEJ7HtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NVTcgfcE7z0/S220/scry.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
