<?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-851474777537158070</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:03:36.606-07:00</updated><category term='Green Buckets'/><title type='text'>The Joys</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-5533925216841476877</id><published>2009-05-23T13:32:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:18:35.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRECKY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ShhhLYTBfUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0Z2VPrV5iVE/s1600-h/IMG_0074-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339124206376418626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ShhhLYTBfUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0Z2VPrV5iVE/s400/IMG_0074-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all love Brecken. The girl is cuter than cute and she adds so much fun to our family. She is as tough as any boy twice her age. And, I am NOT joking about that. The girl is TOUGH! She is also as sensitive and loving as a little girl should be. And ... she has the most amazing eyes and eyelashes! Every girls dream:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliza: Brecky is sweet and kind. She's mine and Jane's best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jane: She's nice to me and...she makes me laugh so hard! Fun to play with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucy: i love BRECKEN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Matthew: Everything, she is wonderful. We are blessed to have our kids grow up next to their cousins and develop friendships that will last a lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aunt Jenn: She is fun, totally adventurous, crazy, totally girly and at the same time totally tom-girl - A fantastic combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ALL love Brecken!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy #5 Breck! You've been waiting for this one!&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/851474777537158070-5533925216841476877?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5533925216841476877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=5533925216841476877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/5533925216841476877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/5533925216841476877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/brecky.html' title='BRECKY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TODAY'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ShhhLYTBfUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0Z2VPrV5iVE/s72-c/IMG_0074-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-9052297512793330412</id><published>2009-05-23T12:49:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:18:58.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>130 dB</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was sitting on the couch working on the computer when out of no where a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cup came flying at my head. I saw it too late. But what I what I heard was...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WANT&lt;/span&gt; MILK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I recovered from the throbbing pain on the side of my head, I turned to look at Lucy. My thought was to a) ask her for an apology b) explain that when we want things we need to use a nice voice, refrain from throwing things and ALWAYS use our manners (please and thank &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). But, as I turned to her she quite &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;emphatically&lt;/span&gt; stated - Mom, I WANT milk! I gave her a look and without me saying anything she said i want milk? Then she proceeded to say mom, i want milk, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh...Most kids will start at about 50 dB (the sound of normal conversation) asking mom, I want some milk please and then get louder each time they are not heard or are ignored. Not Lucy...she starts out at 130 dB (the sound of a jet engine at take-off) demanding only to get softer with each request, where she will end around 20-30 dB (the rustling of leave, a mosquito or a human whisper). But like always, we'll keep her. She keeps us laughing and on our toes...you never know when something is going to come flying at you out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt says we'll keep her because she is the first one to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dadda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when you ask "Who do you love more...momma or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-9052297512793330412?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/9052297512793330412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=9052297512793330412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/9052297512793330412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/9052297512793330412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/05/130-db.html' title='130 dB'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-4303361594200126555</id><published>2009-04-20T23:21:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:47:56.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Would Suck Without You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Se16hf167kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Vk5wt1OviHg/s1600-h/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327048650151095874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Se16hf167kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Vk5wt1OviHg/s320/IMG_0069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I am not a big fan of the word SUCKS...but I absolutely love this song! And, babe this one's for you. You knew it was coming...so hear goes - Happy 9 years!!! We once had a couple we love dearly say they enjoyed hanging out with us because we made them feel "normal" about their own marriage. I don't know if we are normal, but I do know that I married a totally awesome young man who has grown into an amazing husband, eternal companion and friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have our moments...there have been times when I've wondered why he chose me and vise-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; why I chose him...Would you believe that he has NEVER questioned why. Even when we are going through something difficult, his attitude is simply "and this too shall pass!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love Matthew because....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He's steady, even keel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Good natured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Holds the priesthood with honor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He is the most AMAZING dad!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He is very calm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He's sincere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. He is loyal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. He is still adventurous...i.e. riding down STEEP (mountainous!) hills on a skateboard (good story)-yes once again...thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chris&lt;/span&gt; (motorcycle incident was #1)! Having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nezzy&lt;/span&gt; pull him around the neighborhood on his skateboard swerving to miss the cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He makes me laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. He likes ice cream - but like most things, it isn't the cheap 1/2 gallon kind, no Matt has always had expensive taste's even in ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. He introduced me to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. He makes up the most fantastic song lyrics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Would not bail out of the ward "no talent" talent show even though he was sick from embarrassment for days afterwards &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. He can fix most anything although he has less patience than I do, so I often end up fixing things (oh, and then he ends up re-fixing things because his job is always done better!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Has no problem just hanging at home with all us GIRLS! Matt and his girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Loves games (card games, board games, computer games)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Likes sports, but not addicted to sports! That means I actually get to watch what I want on TV and not ESPN or changing to ESPN on every commercial...do you know anyone like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Loves to try new things - seriously he's always up for something he's never tried or done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Never met a food he didn't like...well almost never! He really didn't like Liver and onions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Reminds me of things to do to make the girls feel special...it's important to him they feel each feel special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Loves daddy daughter dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Fine with three kids...probably would love four:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. He's always been family first! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. He doesn't get emotional (okay sometimes this can get annoying too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. He's a realist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. He doesn't care if he comes home from a long day at work and I haven't even started dinner yet...he may even go in and throw something together himself...but watch out their pretty odd combinations if he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fixin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Makes a mean bowl of oatmeal...the girls even prefer his over mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. His little Lucy actually prefers him over me...I go to pick her up sometimes and she pushes me away and says...."no, I want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" This is a first for me, so I am still in shock over this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. He loves me and only me! - well Eliza, Jane and Lucy too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. Is totally fine with the unknown - doesn't worry about things until they happen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Would rather be a good dad and hubby than make millions, not that he'd mind a million dollars, and he does work hard, but his heart is at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. He is a hard worker. Really believes in putting in an honest days work for an honest days pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. Loves to tell me about whatever video game he is enjoying...even though he knows I couldn't care less...I do try to act like I care though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. Has some of the same friends since high school and college and they are still VERY important to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Is a good son and brother; he truly loves his mom, dad, 2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sista's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and bro-in-law tremendously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. Self sacrificing...takes leftovers everyday...even if he really didn't like them will still eat them just to save money and not waste food. Drives and uncomfortable car because it gets 55 mph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Listens&lt;/span&gt; to me complain but then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trys&lt;/span&gt; to find all the positive things about the person or situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. Honestly feels horrible if he says something unkind about somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. There is honestly only one person in this whole world he can't stand... yes Chris...you guessed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. Loves learning. He drives about 50 miles to and from work each day and is constantly picking up a new audio book to listen to. And, he doesn't listen to the mind-numbing, all for fun books like me (All of Sophie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinsella's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; books). He picks up anything from Fountain Head by Ayn Rand to Who killed the electric car to Gone with the wind. BTW, Gone with the Wind is now one of his very favorite books, the movie doesn't do it justice he says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. Is willing to change his opinion. You may not believe this about Matt, but he really does listen (some people think he's a bit stubborn). Then he will think on things - sometimes for quite a while and he often comes back with his mind changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Is 1 million times more patient and laid back then 10 years ago!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. His favorite vacation is exactly the same as mine....beach, sun and sand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. He has conviction, principles, morals and values and integrity and he never doubts his testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ. And has no problem sharing it with those around him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. Takes the girls fairy hunting in the mountains, then takes the time to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fairies into their photo's so they really believe in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fairies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. Makes up great stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. Loves the outdoors, camping, hiking anything to do with nature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. Loves kids. He especially loves his nieces and nephews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. Wants the best for me and supports me in my role as wife and mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. Last, but not least - He always has my back! (but babe, I have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt; too ;) it just may take a little more convincing like and elbow to the ribs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. And lastly, he is forgiving and tender. In tough times he has been a rock for me and for our friends always encouraging people to make the right choice...even when it was hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, as Kelly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would say "My life would suck without you !!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to know how it all started to understand why I love this song so much and why it is perfect for Matthew and me. When we were first getting to know each other Matthew took me on a drive just to tell me that "he thought I was great...but he didn't want to date me." Which I thought was funny because I just thought he was a friend at that time. He'd only been home from his mission a few months and he had a "plan" for his life. College done...then marriage. Later he told me that he knew that if he started dating me, it would only lead to one thing...marriage and so he wanted to make sure that this didn't go anywhere because it was not part of the plan. Needless to say it was only about 2 nights later that he changed his mind and decided that he "did" want to date me. &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;And, it is not that I think we are dysfunctional, messed up or that either of us have "issues" but I think that we all have issues, are messed up, or dysfunctional in some way and that is part of the beauty of this life. We have however long we have here on earth to change, correct, and perfect those area's of our personality or life that are not functioning the way they should be. That's what Heavenly Father's plan is all about. He takes to imperfect beings, places them together for time and all eternity and allows them to to work together to create that truly eternal (perfect) relationship. It's not perfect in the beginning it has issues, it's sometimes dysfunctional and messed up, but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; better and more perfect with time and work. "Forever united here somehow, you got a piece of me and honestly, my life would suck without you!" I love ya babe, and as you said tonight...9 down 45 to go (in this life) and I say 9 down and eternity to go! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&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/851474777537158070-4303361594200126555?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4303361594200126555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=4303361594200126555&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/4303361594200126555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/4303361594200126555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-life-would-suck-without-you.html' title='My Life Would Suck Without You!'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Se16hf167kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Vk5wt1OviHg/s72-c/IMG_0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-5419058663725808686</id><published>2009-04-16T21:25:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:12:42.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOLEN CAMERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jane stole my camera last week. When the missing camera was returned this is what I found. Teressa...now you know why they have so much fun together. Jane and Elle are quite a pair! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325522926090889154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegO4qzYp8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/APZN_CVT-3s/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;You know you can't play dead unless your tongue is sticking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325518651476370498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_2n3ZEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sIAXpmVom4c/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are words even necessary?&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/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_tJ6TMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kyMs1BB0kKY/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325518648934812866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_tJ6TMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/kyMs1BB0kKY/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_kO-IHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8itVf00Tqxs/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325518646540116082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_kO-IHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/8itVf00Tqxs/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you Vanna...what a beautiful shoe and foot. Is this what I win for solving the puzzle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_X_ny3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ijYntZigFR4/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325518643254512498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_X_ny3I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ijYntZigFR4/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled rotten...no one ever forgets Lucy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_HJqUMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZZ-_ZMNB9OY/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325518638733217986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegK_HJqUMI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ZZ-_ZMNB9OY/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara and her Boo&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-5419058663725808686?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5419058663725808686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=5419058663725808686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/5419058663725808686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/5419058663725808686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/stolen-camera.html' title='STOLEN CAMERA'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegO4qzYp8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/APZN_CVT-3s/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-6213165491582669331</id><published>2009-04-16T21:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:19:03.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENJOY...but don't laugh too hard! I am tempted to use these for our Christmas card this year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;FRONT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegBCEYis1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HnWZrjk6Bg4/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325507694413656914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegBCEYis1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HnWZrjk6Bg4/s400/IMG_0059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BACK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegBCPTPOqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Fiw-KwkzmHw/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325507697344199330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegBCPTPOqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Fiw-KwkzmHw/s400/IMG_0060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/851474777537158070-6213165491582669331?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6213165491582669331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=6213165491582669331&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/6213165491582669331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/6213165491582669331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/enjoybut-dont-laugh-too-hard-i-am.html' title='ENJOY...but don&apos;t laugh too hard! I am tempted to use these for our Christmas card this year!'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SegBCEYis1I/AAAAAAAAAFo/HnWZrjk6Bg4/s72-c/IMG_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-4849365965662180772</id><published>2009-04-16T20:04:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:56:12.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DID I SAY EAR INFECTION?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Se5rD9kkkYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WpNi2GQN_TY/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327313125037609346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Se5rD9kkkYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WpNi2GQN_TY/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Lucy. She hasn't felt good for two weeks now. Last week she had a BAD case of the flu. It lasted for 4 days. A little&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Zofran&lt;/span&gt; later, the vomiting had finally stopped. Pregnant mommies, cancer patients and sick children can all be thankful for such a great drug! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I thought little Lucy was on the mend, but her body had different plans. The flu lasted till Thursday and then on Saturday she woke with a bad cold. Well, it's only been down hill from there. She told me Tuesday her ear hurt. I thought I would give it 24 to 48 hours to see if it would resolve itself. She had only told me the one time, and didn't complain about it any more. Well this morning she woke up with a terrible cough and I decided I better go get her checked out. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Good thing!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Lucy has 2 ear infections and pneumonia. Right now it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mild&lt;/span&gt;, so we are treating her with antibiotics and an inhailer every four hours to help her breathe better. Her pulse oximeter was a little low. Poor girl, I can't wait to see my baby feeling like this picture again! Although I will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enjoy&lt;/span&gt; each moment she wants to snuggle with me in the mean time&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-4849365965662180772?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4849365965662180772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=4849365965662180772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/4849365965662180772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/4849365965662180772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-i-say-ear-infection.html' title='DID I SAY EAR INFECTION?'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Se5rD9kkkYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/WpNi2GQN_TY/s72-c/IMG_0071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-2338168247097901823</id><published>2009-04-15T21:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:49:16.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE BECOMING FAST FRIENDS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Sea1CAhawhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6GxB3bi7SGM/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325142655516721682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Sea1CAhawhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6GxB3bi7SGM/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;San Tan Urgent Care and the Joy family are on the way to building a true friendship. Built on broken bones and stitches. Jane had a run in with Mr. Living room Tile tonight and Mr. Tile won! While trying to entertain Lucy (who is sick with an ear infection) Jane slipped and cracked her chin on the tile. Who knew that by hitting the chin straight on, it could open a cut that looked like it had been sliced with a knife. Am I being too graphic??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, point being - Jane now has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 shiny new stitches&lt;/span&gt; to show off at school tomorrow. She's quite proud of herself...she didn't even cry when the doctor gave her the shots in her chin. All she could say was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I look like Mikaya!"&lt;/span&gt; That's her BFF in New York who did the same thing two years ago at our pool party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was all for getting out the butterfly bandage and taping it closed, but Matthew wasn't up for that. I think scars are awesome...there's always a great story that goes along with them...just ask Matt... he's got a scar on his hand from a cut he got while skinning a cow and the best part of the story is how his mom stitched it up using a good old fashion &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sewing needle&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; thread&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-2338168247097901823?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2338168247097901823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=2338168247097901823&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/2338168247097901823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/2338168247097901823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-are-becoming-fast-friends.html' title='WE ARE BECOMING FAST FRIENDS...'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Sea1CAhawhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/6GxB3bi7SGM/s72-c/IMG_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-5638621017218768321</id><published>2009-03-24T19:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:15:24.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliza's Adventurous March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ScmbuXPf6lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h2giKJknyx4/s1600-h/Broken+arm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316952055902890578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ScmbuXPf6lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h2giKJknyx4/s200/Broken+arm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Scmaf96AFDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/L2t_2O1Vpjk/s1600-h/eliza+eye2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316950709072041010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/Scmaf96AFDI/AAAAAAAAAFA/L2t_2O1Vpjk/s200/eliza+eye2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eliza has had a pretty adventurous month....AND we still have a few days left...cross your fingers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture to your left is a picture of Eliza's eye. I drew an arrow to where she was stabbed with a mechanical pencil. Jane was trying to get the top off her Hello Kitty pencil and as she pulled she stabbed the pencil right below Eliza's eye. Fortunately there was no real damage. Although now Eliza has a nice tatoo from the graphite the pencil left behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The picture to the right is Eliza's lovely broken arm. While playing on the monkey bars at school this month Eliza's jacket got caught under her hand and she slipped off the bar. On the bright side, initially the doctor's thought she had broken both her wrist and her elbow. But after the swelling went down they determined that she DID have a broken wrist, but that her elbow probably only had a small fracture that DID NOT need to be cast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What we've learned.....ACCIDENTS HAPPEN....BUT....they could be worse! Thankfully in each of these instances the Lord protected our sweet Eliza from real harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/851474777537158070-5638621017218768321?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5638621017218768321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=5638621017218768321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/5638621017218768321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/5638621017218768321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/elizas-adventurous-march.html' title='Eliza&apos;s Adventurous March'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ScmbuXPf6lI/AAAAAAAAAFI/h2giKJknyx4/s72-c/Broken+arm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-4267364070738135465</id><published>2009-03-24T18:09:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:22:56.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHH Can we say 2????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ScmLCvtAugI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yJxgq7U5h7s/s1600-h/IMG_0105-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316933714368838146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ScmLCvtAugI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yJxgq7U5h7s/s200/IMG_0105-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our beautiful baby Lucy turned 2 last week. I still can't believe it's been two years since she joined our family. She adds &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and a &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sense of humor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to our home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for warmth, Lucy loves to sit with mom and dad. She stays up extra late each night snuggled up with one of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And love, well she is a good combination of &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jane's tenderness&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Liza's spunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She has no problem giving you a good whack and then putting her arms around you and saying "I sowwy, I wuv you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As an example of her humor, this afternoon I changed her diaper...which we are trying to get her out of --soon...at least by our July family vacation to San Diego! After changing what we lovingly refer to as a &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;"stinky"&lt;/span&gt; diaper, I asked her to go throw it in the garbage. Liza happened to walk in the room right then and Lucy went chasing after Liza with diaper in hand yelling at the top of her lungs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "LUCY BABY POO....THROW ON LIZA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's our LUCY...and we're &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;keepin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BTW: What do you think of her feather boa? She think's she's quite spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/851474777537158070-4267364070738135465?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4267364070738135465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=4267364070738135465&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/4267364070738135465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/4267364070738135465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/03/ahhhhhhhh-can-we-say-2.html' title='AHHHHHHHH Can we say 2????'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/ScmLCvtAugI/AAAAAAAAAE4/yJxgq7U5h7s/s72-c/IMG_0105-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-105206645937940869</id><published>2009-02-19T16:40:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:08:34.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy's Chocolate Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zKZDMXII/AAAAAAAAAEo/MWhzbCstDgM/s1600-h/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+005b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304663295960833154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zKZDMXII/AAAAAAAAAEo/MWhzbCstDgM/s200/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+005b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zJ1JMFFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZAy2pCNIOhM/s1600-h/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+010b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zKAiM4uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XIWQx4Elp5A/s1600-h/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+006b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304663289380004578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zKAiM4uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XIWQx4Elp5A/s200/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+006b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zJzAcPpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v2BVnWMswmg/s1600-h/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+012b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304663285748743826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zJzAcPpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/v2BVnWMswmg/s200/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+012b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3xiDU7HkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MdgclsEbicU/s1600-h/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+012b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zJ1JMFFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZAy2pCNIOhM/s1600-h/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+010b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304663286322304082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zJ1JMFFI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZAy2pCNIOhM/s200/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+010b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad spoils his girls! Each girl got roses and a balloon for Valentines. Then after being out of town a few days this week, he spoiled them once again with a box of chocolates. Well, mom found Lucy in the kitchen today and this is what she was up to. Can anyone say sugar high?! She obviously was one satisfied customer!&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/851474777537158070-105206645937940869?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/105206645937940869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=105206645937940869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/105206645937940869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/105206645937940869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/lucys-chocolate-adventure.html' title='Lucy&apos;s Chocolate Adventure'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SZ3zKZDMXII/AAAAAAAAAEo/MWhzbCstDgM/s72-c/090218+girls+eating+valentines+candy+005b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-8371380399401451038</id><published>2009-01-28T13:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:50:35.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIKING WITH THE COUSINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDBxe01YZI/AAAAAAAAADg/joSE1JBMask/s1600-h/081227+Fairy+Hunting+(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296446217620119954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDBxe01YZI/AAAAAAAAADg/joSE1JBMask/s320/081227+Fairy+Hunting+(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDBxY-Cy3I/AAAAAAAAADY/bL1vRFvQWU4/s1600-h/081227+Fairy+Hunting+(8)+with+Fairy+Filter.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296446216048135026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDBxY-Cy3I/AAAAAAAAADY/bL1vRFvQWU4/s320/081227+Fairy+Hunting+(8)+with+Fairy+Filter.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDA0lywBcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/r0SMRJuJ79E/s1600-h/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(17).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296445171518408130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDA0lywBcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/r0SMRJuJ79E/s320/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(17).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/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDA0V4ynhI/AAAAAAAAADI/oXO0v8g3RDg/s1600-h/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296445167248776722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDA0V4ynhI/AAAAAAAAADI/oXO0v8g3RDg/s320/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(9).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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDA0OAqeHI/AAAAAAAAADA/DV8QWXuiMzY/s1600-h/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296445165134313586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDA0OAqeHI/AAAAAAAAADA/DV8QWXuiMzY/s320/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(7).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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDAzglSMRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ejUV8RTV6xQ/s1600-h/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(6).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296445152939880722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDAzglSMRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ejUV8RTV6xQ/s320/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(6).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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDAzf5jdiI/AAAAAAAAACw/wr9MzRkenzM/s1600-h/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(4).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296445152756463138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDAzf5jdiI/AAAAAAAAACw/wr9MzRkenzM/s320/090101+Hiking+with+Howes+(4).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;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where Matt takes Eliza and Jane on fairy hunts. When the cousin's came for a visit over the Christmas break, the girls wanted to take them to see where the fairies live. If you look close, you may see a fairy or two also. Thank goodness for photo editor! Matt really likes to spoil the girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Poor Matt and Porter. They're always the only boys...even the dogs a girl. Anybody have some boy's they want to loan out??? That would save me nine months of pregnancy:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-8371380399401451038?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8371380399401451038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=8371380399401451038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/8371380399401451038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/8371380399401451038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiking-with-cousins.html' title='HIKING WITH THE COUSINS'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYDBxe01YZI/AAAAAAAAADg/joSE1JBMask/s72-c/081227+Fairy+Hunting+(5).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-8351625015216313240</id><published>2009-01-27T19:02:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:54:07.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BOY NAMED REESE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SX_ENXwxTGI/AAAAAAAAACo/LldjL8kcGo0/s1600-h/Eliza+and+Reese+K-garten+graduation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296167420806909026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SX_ENXwxTGI/AAAAAAAAACo/LldjL8kcGo0/s320/Eliza+and+Reese+K-garten+graduation.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first of all, I need to give you a little background on our little Eliza. Eliza is a very loyal person. She loves people, so when you make a friend of her, she will be loyal to you to a fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year in Kindergarten she met a boy named Reese. Since August of 2007 the object of Eliza's affection has been Reese. It does not matter that Reese no longer attends her school or that she hasn't seen him in over 8 months. If you ask Eliza who her prince charming is, or who she is going to marry it is without fail, Reese. Her part in the primary program this year (they got to write their own parts...) stated "I want to get married in the temple to my prince charming Reese and have a happy family forever. When you ask her how she is going to get married to Reese when she doesn't know where he lives any more...she simply says "Don't worry mom, Reese will find me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side note: Jane... during the same time period has already had a crush on Matthew (not dad, although he [dad] wishes he were the only object of ALL his girls affection), Jake, Drey, Mason and now Zach. (She's a little fickle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you understand the background, I can tell you about the conversation Eliza and I had today. It starts with Eliza coming up to me and saying, "Hey mom, Ms. Dafoe sometimes gives us a choice about what we want to write in our journal about at school. Next time it is my choice I am going to write about ......................... me and Reese -- and we live in a castle. We have a swimming pool and a hot tub. We have a pond that has a purple sea horse drinking water out of it. Reese and I will have four kids. We will have two girls and two boys. Reese will take care of one girl and one boy. I will take care of one girl and one boy." I then ask "Eliza, who will take care of the kids when daddy Reese goes to work?" She says, "Well Reese can't work on Saturday's because Saturday is the day kids play with their dads. And, Reese can't work on Sunday's because we go to church as a family that day." Then she looks at her fingers and starts singing the days of the week song while counting on her fingers..."Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday....Thursday....that's a good day. Reese can go to work on Thursdays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to see the world through the eyes of a six-year-old. My 34-year-old eyes see...castle, swimming pool, hot tub and a pond with a purple sea horse....how are they going to afford all of this when Reese only works one day a week :) Oh to be six again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-8351625015216313240?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8351625015216313240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=8351625015216313240&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/8351625015216313240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/8351625015216313240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy-named-reese.html' title='A BOY NAMED REESE....'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SX_ENXwxTGI/AAAAAAAAACo/LldjL8kcGo0/s72-c/Eliza+and+Reese+K-garten+graduation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-7542444337069669004</id><published>2008-12-19T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:58:44.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MOM AND DAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a45304d4445334e413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; 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MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYY6m-bwXSI/AAAAAAAAADo/dmN2lzOUaLI/s200/Eliza+ITP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SSDN3dQTxbI/AAAAAAAAACg/KZFZsg7AM08/s1600-h/071201+(15).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437916653012402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SSDN3dQTxbI/AAAAAAAAACg/KZFZsg7AM08/s320/071201+(15).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How time fly's. One year ago Eliza came home from gymnastics with a sore foot. She wouldn't jump on the trampoline or walk on the balance beam. I told her to go jump in the bath and that I would be in to help get her clean and look at her foot in a moment. I went into the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bathtub to help her get cleaned. She stood up and that's when I noticed she was covered in bruises. My first thought was "who abused my baby girl?" Trying to keep my emotions intact, I asked Eliza if someone had hurt her. I got up to go call Matthew and noticed that not only did she have bruises everywhere (legs, hips, arms, stomach) she also had these little red dots all over the place (chest, neck, arms, legs) I knew exactly what they were petechiae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I stood there frozen. All I could think of was Mason. Beautiful Mason was diagnosed a few years ago with Aplastic Anemia a blood disorder that affects the white and red blood cells and the platelets. Could this disease really be happening to us too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Over the next two weeks we met with our pediatrician who then sent us to the hematologist/oncologist for tests. Eliza was a trooper. She endured MANY blood tests. Finally, we were told that she had Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura (ITP). This blood disorder is where the white blood cells in the persons body believe the platelets are a virus and fight them off. So although the individual is producing normal platelets they are being killed off by the white blood cells. When we took Eliza in to the hematologist he said that he had never seen a platelet count as low as Eliza's. She only had 950 platelets left in her body. A normal body has between 200,000 and 4oo,ooo platelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Usually no treatment is necessary unless an individual starts bleeding and cant stop it. This disease usually resolves itself within 6 months. We were hopeful that we could avoid treatment. Eliza was given lots of rules. She was told that she couldn't ride her bike, jump on the trampoline, do gymnastics, even jump on the couch (which is already a no no!) But any fall or bump would cause her to bleed and she didn't have enough platelets to stop bleeding on her own. a bump on the head could be fatal. A injury to her spleen or internal organs could too also be fatal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the next week we treated her as though there was bubble wrap around her. But even through all of our careful measures, her own body could not fight off this disease itself. During the middle of the night in early December she woke up with a bloody nose. Kept pressure on it, we kept ice on it. She bleed from 4 a.m. until we got her admitted to the hospital around 1 p.m. that day. Eliza was amazing. She was such a trooper. She had received a blessing from our home teacher and her dad and it gave her the strength to endure this difficult experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A now........................................a whole year later my baby girl is in remission (7 months now). And enjoying everything a little girl loves to do. My house was blissfully peaceful for those few months Eliza was sick, because there was no fighting for risk of injury...but I'll gladly take a few fights here and there to have my baby girl be able to ride a bike, toss a ball and maybe even a little naughty jump on the couch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-6410250621001386961?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6410250621001386961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=6410250621001386961&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/6410250621001386961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/6410250621001386961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-year-later.html' title='ONE YEAR LATER...'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SYY6m-bwXSI/AAAAAAAAADo/dmN2lzOUaLI/s72-c/Eliza+ITP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-8610563189056126612</id><published>2008-10-27T09:46:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:54:24.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TENDER MERCIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This week we our family experienced some of the Lord's tender mercies. I wanted to share a few of them with you. &lt;em&gt;With all the turmoil that is going on around us, it is a constant reminder that the Lord loves each of us individually and is always looking out for us&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew's cousin Ray was baptized. The baptism was beautiful. A nice reminder of why we are here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew's Uncle Jim performed the baptismal service. A beautiful reminder of selfless sacrifice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew's cousin Merrie had a baby. Sweet reminder of how beautiful life really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our nephew Nate's life was spared. Gentle reminder of how precious the time is that we have here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A word about each of these tender mercies the Lord has allowed us to experience this week. Matthew cousin Ray is suffering from terminal lung cancer. With all the things he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; right now, he was able to make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; with Christ to follow his example by entering the waters of baptism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew's Uncle Jim who is awaiting a lung transplant and confined to a wheelchair and on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oxygen&lt;/span&gt; was able to enter the baptismal waters and preform Ray's baptismal service. A selfless sacrifice and example to each of us who were present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After having three children and adopting another - a beautiful girl - from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kazakhstan&lt;/span&gt;, Merrie and Heath were able to bring a baby girl into their great family. After having three myself, I truly see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ability&lt;/span&gt; to bring children into this world a tender mercy from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, last but probably the greatest tender mercy this week our little Nate had his life spared. Instead of celebrating Jane's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday this week, we could have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mourning&lt;/span&gt; the loss of our nephew Nate. Early in the week, Nate was out riding his bicycle around the neighborhood. A driver pulling out of his driveway did not see Nate crossing his driveway. The neighbor drove his truck right over Nate. After being rushed by ambulance to the hospital and many test run and much to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;amazement&lt;/span&gt; of the ER doctors, Nate went home with a few bruises (in the shape of a tire) and a nasty hole in his ankle. As for the bike, we can't say the same - it didn't fair so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-8610563189056126612?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8610563189056126612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=8610563189056126612&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/8610563189056126612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/8610563189056126612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/tender-mercies.html' title='TENDER MERCIES'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-7610149493902594271</id><published>2008-10-23T08:59:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:55:23.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYTHING BUT PLAIN....JANE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SQCsj0ydj6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_LtwjNOEFIs/s1600-h/081019-03+Giant+Janeyblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260394096234434466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SQCsj0ydj6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_LtwjNOEFIs/s320/081019-03+Giant+Janeyblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matthew found this song by Jewel a while ago and he came home said I have found the perfect song for our Jane and played it for me. He was right - this is our Jane. She is sweet, caring, compassionate full of love and charity and with all those beautiful things comes a little "sensitivity." Please be careful with her. She's our Jane and we'd like her to stay that way! Happy number 5 Jane! We love you - Mom and Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was thinking that I might fly today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just to disprove all the things that you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;It doesn't take a talent to be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;You words can crush things that are unseen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive - And I'd like to stay that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;You always tell me that it's impossible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;To be respected, and be a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why's it gotta be so complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive - And I'd like to stay that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I was thinking, that it might do some good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;If we robbed the cynics and took all their food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;That way what they believe will have taken place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And we can give it everybody who have some faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive - And I'd like to stay that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I have this theory, that if we're told we're bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then that's the only idea we'll ever have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Someday we will become what we see'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause anyone can start a conflict it's harder yet to disregard it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd rather see the world from another angle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;We are everyday angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-7610149493902594271?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7610149493902594271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=7610149493902594271&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/7610149493902594271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/7610149493902594271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/anything-but-plainjane.html' title='ANYTHING BUT PLAIN....JANE'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AFjyJG_YVGE/SQCsj0ydj6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/_LtwjNOEFIs/s72-c/081019-03+Giant+Janeyblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-7922913875767020132</id><published>2008-10-03T14:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:55:51.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Green Buckets'/><title type='text'>GREEN BUCKETS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt here. I don’t think I’m too likely to become much of a blogger, so Jenny Penny will have to stay on top of updating this thing. BUT since I am of course very interested to read her posts and find out what matters of import are occurring in my life, I’ve asked permission to add some rad tunes to her playlist. So this is a little disclaimer for Penny’s sake, the tunes after ‘Mais do Mesmo’ can’t be blamed on her. If you’re enjoying a Rage Against the Machine track while you read about Lucy’s latest exploits, don’t worry - Penny is as sweet as she ever was, I just needed to listen to something a little more potent than LeAnn Rimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song I have to add is ‘Green Buckets’. It’s a tribute to the college days, a little rock-roll-fun-love song with some personal meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would like to love you,&lt;br /&gt;I sure would treat you right.&lt;br /&gt;We could take the trash out&lt;br /&gt;every Thursday night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the old days back at the Y, when we wanted a little moment away from the crowd in the student apartments we would “take the trash out”. We tended to keep walking after taking the trash out. We tended to end up on the roof of Ream’s Grocery Store looking at the stars and talking about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we weren’t the only ones with a tendency to “take the trash out”. Some of our best friends, who will probably be reading Penny’s blog, were known to “take the trash out”, “need to study” or “go make some cookies”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/851474777537158070-7922913875767020132?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7922913875767020132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=7922913875767020132&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/7922913875767020132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/7922913875767020132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/green-buckets.html' title='GREEN BUCKETS'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-2698493618252760</id><published>2008-10-03T13:20:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:59:22.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CASE OF THE MISSING TOOTHBRUSH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is like something from a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VeggieTales&lt;/span&gt; movie or something. Only I think it was a Hairbrush and Minnesota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cuke&lt;/span&gt; was on the search for it. Where is Minnesota &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuke&lt;/span&gt; when I need him? How does a toothbrush go missing? I mean its a toothbrush...it doesn't move locations. It has resided next to the bathroom sink every day for the last 34.5 years of my life. Not that i've used the same toothbrush for 34.5 years (can you even imagine?) but some version of a ToothBrush 1.0; ToothBrush 1.7; ToothBrush 93.1 or ElectricToothBrush 3.5 (that is a total guess, I have never actually counted the number of toothbrushes I have owned) has resided next to my bathroom sink for the last 34.5 years. Well, here’s our version…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator:&lt;/strong&gt; "Now it's time for silly songs with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt;. The part of the show where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; comes out and sings a silly song.Our curtain opens as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt;, having just finished her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;morning bath&lt;/span&gt;, is searching for her Toothbrush. Having no success, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; cries out..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; "Oh, where is my Toothbrush? Oh where is my Toothbrush? Oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where oh, where ... is my Toothbrush?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator:&lt;/strong&gt; "Having heard her cry, Eliza enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; in a towel, Eliza regains her composure and reports ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eliza:&lt;/strong&gt; "I think I saw a Toothbrush back there!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; "Back there is my Toothbrush. Back there is my Toothbrush. Back there, back there, oh, where, back there, oh, where, oh, where, back there, back there, back there ... is my toothbrush?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator:&lt;/strong&gt; "Having heard her joyous proclamation, Jane enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; in a towel, Jane regains her composure and comments ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jane:&lt;/strong&gt; "Why do you need a Toothbrush? You don't have to brush your teeth!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; is taken aback. The thought had never occurred to her. Not brush teeth? What would that mean? What will become of them (her teeth)? What will become of her Toothbrush? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; wonders ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; "No brushed teeth for my Toothbrush. No brushed teeth for my Toothbrush. No brushed teeth, no teeth, no where, no teeth no teeth, no teeth, no where back there, no teeth.. for my Toothbrush."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator:&lt;/strong&gt; "Having heard her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wonderings&lt;/span&gt;, Lucy enters the scene. Shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; in a towel, Lucy regains her composure and confesses ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucy:&lt;/strong&gt; " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; go bah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; so ma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Narrator:&lt;/strong&gt; "Feeling a deep sense of loss and not actually sure what Lucy has said but assuming that this has just been an admission of guilt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt; stumbles back and laments..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;PrettyPenny&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; "Not fair! Oh, my Toothbrush. Not fair! My poor Toothbrush. Not fair, not fair, no toothbrush, not fair, no where, no toothbrush, not fair, not fair, not fair! My little Toothbrush!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, we are still not sure what actually happened to that toothbrush, but I have to admit, a toothbrush is not something I can live without for more than a couple of hours so with three girls all claiming innocence I will be on my way to the store.&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/851474777537158070-2698493618252760?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2698493618252760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=2698493618252760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/2698493618252760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/2698493618252760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/case-of-missing-toothbrush.html' title='THE CASE OF THE MISSING TOOTHBRUSH'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-851474777537158070.post-7664495963235824448</id><published>2008-10-02T21:46:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:01:11.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLACK HOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A black hole is a theoretical region of space in which the gravitational field is so powerful that nothing, not even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;electromagnetic&lt;/span&gt; radiation, can escape its pull after having fallen past its event horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've done it - I've gotten sucked into the black hole of BLOGGING. I had to do it. I gave Matthew a journal this last Christmas so that we could start to keep track of all the amazing/crazy things that happen day-to-day. Well, like all good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;journaler's&lt;/span&gt; we lasted about 5 months. VALIANT EFFORT I must say...Bravo! But, at least I can say that it is 5 months of personal history that would have been lost had we not done it. So, this is to make up for it. I am now committed to an online journal (good or bad) forever saved in cyberspace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aprecíe amiginho's, &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/851474777537158070-7664495963235824448?l=pennyjoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7664495963235824448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=851474777537158070&amp;postID=7664495963235824448&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/7664495963235824448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/851474777537158070/posts/default/7664495963235824448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pennyjoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-hole.html' title='BLACK HOLE'/><author><name>PrettyPenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06010234722603426529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
