<?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-8216600938622775542</id><updated>2012-02-02T08:16:58.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aragon Archives</title><subtitle type='html'>Follow the life and times of Doug, Carrie, Jared, and Jade</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-5833727091203670074</id><published>2010-12-31T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:26:49.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TR4SLmBqXYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Ua4qIxgCxDc/s1600/DSCN0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556898980617149826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TR4SLmBqXYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Ua4qIxgCxDc/s400/DSCN0722.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to be selfish here for just a moment. My kids looked super cute Christmas morning snuggled in their jammies. They got bikes from Santa and a slew of awesome new games and clothes (my kids actually DO like getting clothes. Weird, right?). But the best, most fantastic moment of Christmas morning was unwrapping this fabulous, shiny, candy-apple red KitchenAid mixer. I was in sheer heaven. I think I may have even squealed a little. I was not expecting it, or even really wanting it. Those puppies are EXPENSIVE. Doug decided he was sick of hearing me complain about making cookies with my hand-mixer. It really is a pain in the butt. Dough and flour everywhere - not a pretty sight. He even went to several different stores in search of the red one. He knows me well. I am displaying it proudly in my kitchen and bought supplies to make bread and rolls this week. I can't wait to be a baking fool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-5833727091203670074?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/5833727091203670074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5833727091203670074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5833727091203670074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes.html' title='YES!!!!!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TR4SLmBqXYI/AAAAAAAAAu4/Ua4qIxgCxDc/s72-c/DSCN0722.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-3577341895108852746</id><published>2010-12-18T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:26:56.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At least his spelling is correct.</title><content type='html'>So in the mail today I see an envelope addressed to "The parents of Jared Aragon".&lt;br /&gt;Inside was a neatly-folded typed letter. It read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the best parents in the world! You are so wonderful and I wanted to remind you Christmas is coming soon. I love you so much! I was wondering if you could tell Santa that I would like some presents.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;First, I would like an Xbox 360. I would like to have an Xbox 360 because you can play all of the Halo games and I really want to have an Xbox 360 and Halo Reach. I made honor roll so I really want it so please get it for me. Next, I would love to have Left 4 Dead 1 and Left 4 Dead 2 on the Playstation 3. Becuase it's what I have been wanting for a long time. And I have been helping around the house so I think you should get it for me. And I really love it so please get it for me. Last, I would like to own a Stampede. Becuase it holds 60 darts. And it is the mst powerful Nerf gun in the world so far. And I have not got in trouble with Mrs. Reese yet and I get along with people in my class. And I really love it so please get it for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clearly, I have been nice to Mrs. Resse. So I think I should get these presents for Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, Jared.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he's not getting a single thing listed in his letter. Sorry Jared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-3577341895108852746?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/3577341895108852746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-least-his-spelling-is-correct.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3577341895108852746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3577341895108852746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/at-least-his-spelling-is-correct.html' title='At least his spelling is correct.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-2281835648657161714</id><published>2010-12-18T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:09:37.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I said I'm not crafty but....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1RfbWg_aI/AAAAAAAAAus/vYhPvWSNZgM/s1600/DSCN0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552183515977678242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1RfbWg_aI/AAAAAAAAAus/vYhPvWSNZgM/s400/DSCN0688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1RfFQJtUI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pneCvMEMB3U/s1600/DSCN0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552183510045406530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1RfFQJtUI/AAAAAAAAAuk/pneCvMEMB3U/s400/DSCN0687.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1RewQSfdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/pCGCBsEvFQc/s1600/DSCN0678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552183504408837586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1RewQSfdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/pCGCBsEvFQc/s400/DSCN0678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1ReRi99dI/AAAAAAAAAuU/XIjMNQhMtGE/s1600/DSCN0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552183496165684690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1ReRi99dI/AAAAAAAAAuU/XIjMNQhMtGE/s400/DSCN0664.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't these cute? I think I had to post them BECAUSE I'm so un-crafty. I did jack-o-lantern ones for Halloween too. The&lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/2009/12/christmas-lanterns-and-treat-jars.html"&gt; tutorial &lt;/a&gt;for these are beautiful. She used a cricut machine, though, and since I don't scrapbook I don't have any fancy paper toys. The kids did help, but honestly I did most of it. I reeeally wanted to do this myself and have them turn out nicely. I think I did just fine.&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/8216600938622775542-2281835648657161714?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/2281835648657161714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-i-said-im-noncrafty-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2281835648657161714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2281835648657161714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-know-i-said-im-noncrafty-but.html' title='I know I said I&apos;m not crafty but....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQ1RfbWg_aI/AAAAAAAAAus/vYhPvWSNZgM/s72-c/DSCN0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-3050626197779412030</id><published>2010-12-15T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:43:45.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than picking our noses all afternoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluETCXAXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/F0mMjA1iIUk/s1600/DSCN0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551089035819549042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluETCXAXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/F0mMjA1iIUk/s400/DSCN0651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluD3eQa7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/yolIWpm6qTU/s1600/DSCN0649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551089028420365234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluD3eQa7I/AAAAAAAAAuE/yolIWpm6qTU/s400/DSCN0649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluDf40iuI/AAAAAAAAAt8/O0pOMozz_3Q/s1600/DSCN0647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551089022089333474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluDf40iuI/AAAAAAAAAt8/O0pOMozz_3Q/s400/DSCN0647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluC-3-b1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/vnpuOHDr0DI/s1600/DSCN0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551089013227417426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluC-3-b1I/AAAAAAAAAt0/vnpuOHDr0DI/s400/DSCN0646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluCrJCiPI/AAAAAAAAAts/c5JmPiAjbM8/s1600/DSCN0645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551089007930280178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluCrJCiPI/AAAAAAAAAts/c5JmPiAjbM8/s400/DSCN0645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone else find gingerbread houses a pain in the ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just really suck at them. This year I tried to do icicles. I wanted to make this gingerbread house REALLY awesome like the one on the box. Not so much. My icicles drooped all the way to the bottom of the house and ended up looking like a frosted mess, so I waited for it to set a bit and took the icicles out (and ate them). The kids did the candy decorating. Jared thinks it looks absolutely wonderful. Jade, on the other hand, says we should never do another one again becuase this one looks so horrid. I agree.&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/8216600938622775542-3050626197779412030?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/3050626197779412030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/does-anyone-else-find-gingerbread.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3050626197779412030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3050626197779412030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/does-anyone-else-find-gingerbread.html' title='Better than picking our noses all afternoon...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQluETCXAXI/AAAAAAAAAuM/F0mMjA1iIUk/s72-c/DSCN0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-8969398276306193687</id><published>2010-12-14T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:09:29.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When in Arizona....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQhL5hBn6-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/3ztY0S8jL5s/s1600/DSCN0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550769992223943650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQhL5hBn6-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/3ztY0S8jL5s/s400/DSCN0585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do as the Arizonans do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, that would be shooting up cans, old TVs, old 70s furniture, or just about anything you can haul out to the desert. According to Doug I'm a "bleeding heart liberal", but hey, I can hang with the gun-slingers too. I grew up a with right-winged ultra-conservative Marine Corps grandfather, and he taught me how to shoot. Low and behold, a few years later I married someone just like him. So here's proof that somewhere in me just "might" live a tiny, TINY bit of redneck. After all, I'm bread from Okie stock, so that's not all too surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-8969398276306193687?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/8969398276306193687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-in-arizona.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/8969398276306193687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/8969398276306193687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-in-arizona.html' title='When in Arizona....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQhL5hBn6-I/AAAAAAAAAtk/3ztY0S8jL5s/s72-c/DSCN0585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-998141970768955808</id><published>2010-12-12T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:58:44.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Christmas Tree!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQUMmIabqyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Y3gh_djIsLk/s1600/DSCN0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549855965036915490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQUMmIabqyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Y3gh_djIsLk/s400/DSCN0639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our slightly-leaning, wonderfully colorful and fantastically-smelling Aragon Family Christmas Tree!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted to share. It's smaller than previous years, but I think it's just beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-998141970768955808?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/998141970768955808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-christmas-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/998141970768955808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/998141970768955808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-christmas-tree.html' title='O Christmas Tree!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQUMmIabqyI/AAAAAAAAAtc/Y3gh_djIsLk/s72-c/DSCN0639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-2325462050696009073</id><published>2010-12-09T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T08:09:25.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9J7DeoII/AAAAAAAAAtU/Vx99PUk8KOo/s1600/DSCN0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548713087833383042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9J7DeoII/AAAAAAAAAtU/Vx99PUk8KOo/s400/DSCN0518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9JZw-GqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UikMF_-YE-E/s1600/DSCN0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548713078897384098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9JZw-GqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/UikMF_-YE-E/s400/DSCN0515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Jade really wanted to be a Russian girl (no idea), but after some thought she decided she'd rather be Hermione. That's a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9I05PWqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ff6n81Jtt2M/s1600/DSCN0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548713068999957154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9I05PWqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Ff6n81Jtt2M/s400/DSCN0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9IcqMq-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/yjX5yYEwX9I/s1600/DSCN0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548713062494415842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9IcqMq-I/AAAAAAAAAs8/yjX5yYEwX9I/s400/DSCN0508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we've lived here, my parents have come every Halloween. I think my dad secretly has as much fun as the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9HyLu9EI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4-O_-AVYzs0/s1600/DSCN0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548713051092350018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9HyLu9EI/AAAAAAAAAs0/4-O_-AVYzs0/s400/DSCN0505.JPG" /&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/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD8bX8tQ1I/AAAAAAAAAss/9xOhOXRUBXE/s1600/DSCN0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548712288135758674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD8bX8tQ1I/AAAAAAAAAss/9xOhOXRUBXE/s400/DSCN0521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know it's been 2 months. But, does anyone really care anyway? Who reads this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Halloween in Anthem is nothing short of awesome. People really make an effort here to decorate their houses, scare little children, and hand out the GOOD candy. The cul-de-sacs in our neighbohood tend to have block parties, and it's always fun to see the drunk neighbors oooh and ahhh over the kids' costumes. Jared and Jade actually both decided to go into the chainsaw house (it's feared and revered every Halloween by the entire block). Basically you walk into a fogged, darkened maze and are suddenly startled by the sound of a chainsaw motor starting behind you. Through the fog you see a masked man, and he is walking toward you with this chainsaw. Next thing you know, you run...and he runs after you, and he keeps GOING until you are half way down the street. The noise is really the scariest part, but isn't there something terrifyingly fun about being chased by a masked possible lunatic who is waving something that can chop you into little pieces? Well, the kids thought so too. Too bad Jade didn't make it to the end. She took one look at him, screamed her head off, and ran right out of there. Jared braved the rest of the maze and made it out in one piece. Way to go Jared!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-2325462050696009073?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/2325462050696009073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2325462050696009073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2325462050696009073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/12/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TQD9J7DeoII/AAAAAAAAAtU/Vx99PUk8KOo/s72-c/DSCN0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-7262944332156757473</id><published>2010-09-19T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:00:24.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh Jade...</title><content type='html'>Last night she went to a pajama party (not a slumber party - I picked her up at 8:30). On the car ride home I asked how everything went. "Great", she says. "Except for the little bastard that chased us out of E's room".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The little bastard. That's what E calls her brother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed - just a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-7262944332156757473?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/7262944332156757473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohhh-jade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7262944332156757473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7262944332156757473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohhh-jade.html' title='Ohhh Jade...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-4282353225114271</id><published>2010-09-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T19:47:11.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our sky looks like this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJGESvFZK1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/W9hWE0M-yYo/s1600/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517336475917167442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJGESvFZK1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/W9hWE0M-yYo/s400/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJGEAbM5dRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KRsgK62Li9Q/s1600/DSCN0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517336161342289170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJGEAbM5dRI/AAAAAAAAAqw/KRsgK62Li9Q/s400/DSCN0049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJGDL6iScyI/AAAAAAAAAqY/nboT_Yt1TT4/s1600/DSCN0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517335259220439842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJGDL6iScyI/AAAAAAAAAqY/nboT_Yt1TT4/s400/DSCN0212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Admittedly, the summers here suck. However, just about every night we're treated to a BEAUTIFUL sunset. It almost, *almost* makes me want to stand outside and watch them. At the very least, I do open my back door shades and watch the light filter through the clouds as we eat dinner.&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/8216600938622775542-4282353225114271?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/4282353225114271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-sky-looks-like-this.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4282353225114271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4282353225114271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-sky-looks-like-this.html' title='Our sky looks like this...'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJGESvFZK1I/AAAAAAAAAq4/W9hWE0M-yYo/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-1255376810921926724</id><published>2010-09-09T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:31:59.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A side note.</title><content type='html'>So, guess who retook her final exam in hopes of reaching the highest level of graduation status? I did. And guess what I got? HIGH HONORS, the HIGHEST recognition you can get. Oh yes I did. Take THAT, MT companies who only hire "those with experience or graduated top of their class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm resubmitting my newly-vamped resume to all those companies who refused to even test me, cause I'm good. I'm really good, and I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of awesomeness - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt; night for Jared was tonight. His teacher says he's a total math &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wiz&lt;/span&gt;. Doesn't take after me, but I'm SUPER proud of him. I'm so lucky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-1255376810921926724?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/1255376810921926724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/side-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/1255376810921926724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/1255376810921926724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/side-note.html' title='A side note.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-5029028089642479021</id><published>2010-09-08T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T10:14:10.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhkip-n4cI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uNewVEeuiU0/s1600/DSCN0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514768290262016450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhkip-n4cI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uNewVEeuiU0/s400/DSCN0179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhkHRLJxzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/E9wWV9RC0rU/s1600/DSCN0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514767819747215154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhkHRLJxzI/AAAAAAAAAqA/E9wWV9RC0rU/s400/DSCN0162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjT9fmKJI/AAAAAAAAAp4/pN3lkOy-j5E/s1600/DSCN0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjTThmTWI/AAAAAAAAApw/RqP8hm_e8H4/s1600/DSCN0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514766927025032546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjTThmTWI/AAAAAAAAApw/RqP8hm_e8H4/s400/DSCN0138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjS5hCGTI/AAAAAAAAApo/LFeg03EL4SM/s1600/DSCN0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514766920043338034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjS5hCGTI/AAAAAAAAApo/LFeg03EL4SM/s400/DSCN0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjSMIU9TI/AAAAAAAAApg/rKld7z3RD8E/s1600/DSCN0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514766907860120882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjSMIU9TI/AAAAAAAAApg/rKld7z3RD8E/s400/DSCN0122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjRivKEUI/AAAAAAAAApY/Pe9XEaPVZKs/s1600/DSCN0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514766896748695874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhjRivKEUI/AAAAAAAAApY/Pe9XEaPVZKs/s400/DSCN0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we decided to escape the 100 degree heat (minus the awesome thunderstorms becuase our monsoon season was cut disapointingly short) and head up to Flagstaff to visit my parents. It was a very nice 80 degrees up there, so it was really like our fall. Sad, right? By the way, the first picture of those wildflowers is in their back yard. They have a really amazing property, and in the summer it's absolutely gorgeous. Anyway, they have a ski resort up in Flag, and in the summer they offer rides to the top via ski lift. It ended up being a 30 minute climb to 11,500 feet and a 30 minute descent. I had no idea it would take so long but it was a really beautiful, peaceful ride. I can't even tell you how nice it was to get out of the desert and lay eyes on some beautiful GREEN vegetation! So gorgeous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got back to my parents' my mom made us all pick veggies from her garden for dinner that night which was actually really cool. She's a garden prodigy, which runs in the family. Sadly it skipped me becuase I end up killing every plant I've owned. Anyway, the corn she grew was seriously FANTASTIC. I almost wanted to plant my own garden and try for beautiful ears of golden corn, but sadly, I know better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at these pictures I'm realizing our tans are fading. Darn.&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/8216600938622775542-5029028089642479021?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/5029028089642479021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5029028089642479021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5029028089642479021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-trip.html' title='Day Trip.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIhkip-n4cI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/uNewVEeuiU0/s72-c/DSCN0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-2210641001162885449</id><published>2010-09-05T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T16:04:17.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's that time of year again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIQfclAOVRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ineVpUaOD4I/s1600/DSCN0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513566419638179090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIQfclAOVRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ineVpUaOD4I/s400/DSCN0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIQfcPAP7lI/AAAAAAAAApI/hbaP-eV7PHE/s1600/DSCN0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513566413732703826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIQfcPAP7lI/AAAAAAAAApI/hbaP-eV7PHE/s400/DSCN0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're starting their 4th week of school this week, so maybe I had better post about school. I've been neglecting my blog because our camera decided to stop working. It's reeeeallly hard to come up with posts without anything to show, and it's especially tough to find the inspiration to blog about anything positive when you're down in the dumps about not finding a job. Sigh. It's been almost 4 MONTHS people. I'm getting really sick of reading "must have at least 3-5 years work experience in xyz". I have submitted dozens of applications, and NOTHING. Seriously. When should I throw my hands up in the air and admit defeat already? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's get down to the REAL meat of this blog post, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to school!! Jared started 3rd grade and was very reluctant to do so. He really wanted me to home school him (no way in hell), and he says he really hates doing classwork. He's really awesome in academics, and I know he gets bored easily so maybe that's starting to pose a problem. School comes so easy for that kid that he really doesn't even have to try, like - at all. So then of course he slacks which becomes a really big problem. We'll see how the next few months go. I'd like to talk to his teacher about testing him for SAGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jade has started 1st grade this year and she's LOVING it. Her teacher has already told me Jade is quite the helpful one to the Kindergarteners (she's in a Montessori so her class is a K/1). She has already made lots of new friends along with one sweet little boy who is absoultely in LOVE with Jade and chases her around trying to kiss her. I think this is ADORABLE, but Jade is appalled becuase of all things, this little boy is a "bad student". I mean - what could possibly be worse?&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/8216600938622775542-2210641001162885449?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/2210641001162885449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-its-that-time-of-year-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2210641001162885449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2210641001162885449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='Well, it&apos;s that time of year again.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TIQfclAOVRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ineVpUaOD4I/s72-c/DSCN0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-4780102153813211393</id><published>2010-06-16T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T16:21:53.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade and me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TBlcdupDbxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Y4ny1jFfBp0/s1600/Snapshot_20100616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483515687106473746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TBlcdupDbxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Y4ny1jFfBp0/s400/Snapshot_20100616.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jade loves taking pictures of herself (like me), so every once and a while we have fun together with the camera. She practices new poses, and honestly, once she sees a camera pointed at her she strikes one instinctively. She's a ham like that. This is a good one of both of us. Too bad the light is so dreadful. I tried to get Jared in there but, alas, he doesn't share Jade's love for modeling.&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/8216600938622775542-4780102153813211393?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/4780102153813211393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/06/jade-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4780102153813211393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4780102153813211393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/06/jade-and-me.html' title='Jade and me.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TBlcdupDbxI/AAAAAAAAAo4/Y4ny1jFfBp0/s72-c/Snapshot_20100616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-899723887182516704</id><published>2010-06-10T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T11:58:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TBE0rWwun6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/aCL145n4tlU/s1600/anthem+waterpark+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481220140935585698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TBE0rWwun6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/aCL145n4tlU/s400/anthem+waterpark+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the days are in the triple digits, the air is running 24 hours, and our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbq&lt;/span&gt; is getting its money's worth. We are all turning caramel-colored to boot. As much as people around the country can't wait for summer, Arizonans don't really share the enthusiasm. That's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there is literally NOTHING to do except stay inside in the AC or go swimming. It's like walking into an oven every time you open your front door. Every once and a while I see a few crazies out walking to the store at 3pm, but they're just not in their right minds. To keep our sanity, we go to our little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;water park&lt;/span&gt; and pool down the street from us. It's really one of the best things about Anthem. I don't know what we'd do without it. I think it really does save my sanity over the awful summer months. So we go almost every day, the kids get TONS of energy out, they learn a life skill (swimming), and I end up with a nice bronze tan by September. I guess if you look at it that way it isn't too terrible. &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/8216600938622775542-899723887182516704?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/899723887182516704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/899723887182516704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/899723887182516704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-here.html' title='Summer is here.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TBE0rWwun6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/aCL145n4tlU/s72-c/anthem+waterpark+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-7332832077495005457</id><published>2010-05-31T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:27:05.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TAPxQ6sLVJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jU_jG5RrMuU/s1600/Snapshot_20100529_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477486844747404434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TAPxQ6sLVJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jU_jG5RrMuU/s400/Snapshot_20100529_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past two weeks have been very freeing for me. I've gotten rid of a bit of baggage that I've been holding on to for the past year, graduated from my online school that's taken me 2 and a half years to complete, and the kids are out of school. I felt a physical change was needed, so what do I do? Chop off my hair of course! I didn't mean to go as short as i did, and now that it IS this short, it's taking a little while to get used to. But that's okay, change isn't supposed to be accepted right away is it? The really awesome news is my hair salon has partnered with other salons across the country to send their cut hair to the gulf to help plug the leak. Apparently, the hair will be put in nylons to form more of a blockade. Sounds weird to me, but if it's helping then hey, I feel like I did my part!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-7332832077495005457?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/7332832077495005457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7332832077495005457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7332832077495005457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TAPxQ6sLVJI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/jU_jG5RrMuU/s72-c/Snapshot_20100529_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-8847209372270831790</id><published>2010-05-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:50:24.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.</title><content type='html'>After 2 and a half years of spelling words like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;duodenojejunostomy&lt;/span&gt; and bilateral &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;salpingo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oophorectomy&lt;/span&gt; in my sleep and editing the local newspaper instead of actually reading it, I can proudly say I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;graduated&lt;/span&gt;, and I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; a medical &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;transcriptionist&lt;/span&gt;!!! I know that may not sound monumental, but to me it's one of the greatest accomplishments of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This course was HARD. It's true I slacked a bit...but I mean, it's an online self-paced school and I'm a stay at home mom. It's bound to happen, but for the most part I really put a lot of myself into this. I've learned so much, worked so hard, and I feel so good about myself. Truthfully, at one point the in the course, I was unsure if I could ever pick it up. Doctors just ran their words together, one medication would sound exactly like another to me, and the speed-talkers made my brain turn to mush. There were countless days of frustration, of wanting to pull my hair out or reach through the screen and slap some of those doctors for being so damn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconsiderate&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw my headphones across the room and give up.&lt;br /&gt;I went through months of this frustration thinking I was wasting my time - I'd never learn this crap, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in advanced transcription, it all just clicked. It was like my ears opened up and a light switch was flipped. Everything (mostly) became crystal clear. I decided to go back to my beginning reports to get through the rough ones that were so hard months ago. I laughed. What was so hard? Suddenly I could understand EVERYTHING the docs were saying. My biggest hurdle was simply keeping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here I am. I know I'm still just beginning, but I'm hoping to land a job where someone will take a chance on a newbie (graduated, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;transcriptionist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-8847209372270831790?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/8847209372270831790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/8847209372270831790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/8847209372270831790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-did-it.html' title='I did it.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-495000620396056521</id><published>2010-05-03T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T09:32:27.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So the dermatologist....</title><content type='html'>After all the embarrassment of the see-through undies, something good came out of it. The mole that was biopsied was, indeed, atypical. It's precancerous with abnormal cell growth. So, back to the dermatologist I go for excision of the root and surrounding tissue. That's going to suck. But I will definitely remember to wear my plain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' white cottons, and maybe do a few leg raises and squats the day before. (You can never be too cautious, especially since the young intern will likely not enjoy untanned cellulite)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-495000620396056521?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/495000620396056521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-dermatologist.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/495000620396056521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/495000620396056521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-dermatologist.html' title='So the dermatologist....'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-661092247389947958</id><published>2010-04-27T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:16:36.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burro Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S9cNueGLKAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/b9RAejsfciA/s1600/burrow+creek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464851764841490434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S9cNueGLKAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/b9RAejsfciA/s400/burrow+creek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told myself I'd go to the gym this morning, but who wants to go through that torture after being lazy for 6 weeks? Alas, here I sit...blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we went with Jared's den on a weekend campout to Burro Creek. It was actually quite a beautiful drive out there. And, oh how wonderful it was to be able to fit EVERYTHING in one vehicle! We did all the regular camp stuff, roasting hot dogs, s'mores, foil dinners, campfire songs. Everyone had a great time. Saturday we woke up, and Marcus, the den leader, decided we needed to go on a hike. So we literally hiked 2 miles on a dry creek bed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt; of river rocks. Jared collected&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; quartz&lt;/span&gt; after &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quartz&lt;/span&gt; (which I ended up carrying back of course). Doug found a really cool HUGE &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apache tear&lt;/span&gt;, otherwise known as obsidian. After the hike, Marcus decided it was time to swim, or rather, wade - in a very questionable pool of water. It was large enough, but it was pretty algae-ridden, and it was sort of stagnant. Against my better judgement and caving under pressure, I let them play in the filth. Hey, I wasn't the only parent! I was a little worried last night when Jade had some pretty intense stomach cramps. I found myself Googling &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Giardia&lt;/span&gt; and other parasitic lifeforms found in standing water, and of course all that reading scared the crud out of me. But this morning, all seems to be well. She bounced out of bed, happy as ever. So, hopefully the crisis is averted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-661092247389947958?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/661092247389947958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/burro-creek.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/661092247389947958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/661092247389947958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/burro-creek.html' title='Burro Creek'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S9cNueGLKAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/b9RAejsfciA/s72-c/burrow+creek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-1492245740787094344</id><published>2010-04-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T10:33:15.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Lesson</title><content type='html'>Be mindful of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;underware&lt;/span&gt; you choose to put on when you're going to the dermatologist. They just might want to to a full body check, especially if you have family history of melanoma.  They'll likely ask you to wear one of those gowns that opens in the back, after you take off everything but your under garments. They might even find a suspicious mole ON your back they want to biopsy - which means they'll have you lie on your stomach to do the biopsy. The dermatologist might even bring in a young student doctor who's eyes have yet to see the horrors all doctors live to see, like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buttcracks&lt;/span&gt;. So for today's lesson... don't wear see-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;underware&lt;/span&gt; to the dermatologist. Don't ask me how I know this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-1492245740787094344?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/1492245740787094344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-lesson.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/1492245740787094344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/1492245740787094344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/todays-lesson.html' title='Today&apos;s Lesson'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-7385698033587223905</id><published>2010-04-19T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T14:30:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8zKTQYDRBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7ZiZe1WiMMk/s1600/HPIM2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962880255738898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8zKTQYDRBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7ZiZe1WiMMk/s400/HPIM2472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8zKS-Qe8VI/AAAAAAAAAn4/RHuL9hB2eIs/s1600/HPIM2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962875392160082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8zKS-Qe8VI/AAAAAAAAAn4/RHuL9hB2eIs/s400/HPIM2470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8zKSXzPrnI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cD18ABpmxL0/s1600/HPIM2474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962865068977778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8zKSXzPrnI/AAAAAAAAAnw/cD18ABpmxL0/s400/HPIM2474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little Saturn Vue was such a cute, good little car. Unfortunately, we just outgrew it. Where we live now offers so much more outdoor activity than where we were in CA. We camp, we hike, we take long trips, and there is even the possibility of a boat in our future (yikes!). So, we decided it was time for an upgrade. And boy did we get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love, love, love our new Tahoe. It's awesome. Seriously awesome. My favorite thing about it is the remote start. That means when it's 115 degrees outside and I'm in the checkout line at Walmart, I can start my car and let the air run for 10 minutes so I don't climb into a furnace. It has an anti-theft device, so even though the engine is running, no one can put it in gear or take off with it without the key. Fuel wise it's not too bad either. It's got the flex fuel feature, which allows it to operate on the cylinders needed. So, even though it's a V8, around town it'll drop to 4 or 6 cylinders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus it has a backup camera so I won't hit any kids while backing out of Jade's school. That's a MAJOR plus!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids love it, I love it, Doug loves it. Yay!!! He doesn't love the way I park it in the garage though. I keep telling him to do the tennis ball hanging thing, but for some reason he thinks yelling at me will work better.&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/8216600938622775542-7385698033587223905?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/7385698033587223905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-ride.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7385698033587223905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7385698033587223905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-ride.html' title='My new ride'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8zKTQYDRBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7ZiZe1WiMMk/s72-c/HPIM2472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-6648820395106277552</id><published>2010-04-15T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T11:07:20.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the desert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8dOO3nsyqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dawXn-8w9Us/s1600/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460419090565614242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8dOO3nsyqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dawXn-8w9Us/s400/flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8dON7n3izI/AAAAAAAAAmI/e4V780pLHxY/s1600/cholla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460419074460191538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8dON7n3izI/AAAAAAAAAmI/e4V780pLHxY/s400/cholla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8dONKdL9hI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MIOhfU79lOA/s1600/prickly+pear+with+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460419061262054930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8dONKdL9hI/AAAAAAAAAmA/MIOhfU79lOA/s400/prickly+pear+with+flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's been a lot going on around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I broke my tail bone 4 weeks ago, and that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; thrown me off my work-out regimen. No more cycle class, no crunches, no squats, lunges, nothing. I can't tell you how bummed I was about that. I've been sitting on a blow up donut for the past 4 weeks, and I'm embarrassed to say that poor thing never stood a chance. The power of my bottom did the poor inflatable butt pad in. Sadly, it now deflates within minutes of inflating it, despite Doug's efforts (twice) to seal it with crazy glue. Luckily, since it's been 4 weeks, I'm so much better and can handle sitting in my computer chair unaided. Good thing, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I really didn't want to spend another 14 bucks on a piece of plastic my butt will destroy anyway. Doug never ceases to be amazed by the power of my booty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm very slowly getting into the swing of things, workout wise. I went to the gym 3 days ago and did some work on the elliptical. That was really hard for me because I absolutely DETEST machines. I'd much rather get my butt kicked in a class where everyone else is dying too. I seem to push myself harder when there's pressure. I just end up getting so bored when I rely on myself. There's only so much wall space you can look at on an elliptical, know what I mean? So, it shouldn't surprise you that I only lasted about 15 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I decided I needed to really get my butt in gear, and if I couldn't cycle, I'd walk. It's such a beautiful time to live here, and the desert is blooming such beautiful flowers. I saw bunnies, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lizards&lt;/span&gt;, quail, and a ton of other birds. I had no idea our lake also stocked turtles. So cute to see them sunbathe in the morning! You'd all see them too, if my camera didn't crap out. I brought it along this morning to take pictures of my lovely walk - I really wanted to capture our cactus flowers, and for some reason it simply will NOT take pictures. So I decided to cheat, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I care about all of you, I stole these pictures off the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-6648820395106277552?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/6648820395106277552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-desert.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/6648820395106277552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/6648820395106277552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-desert.html' title='I love the desert.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/S8dOO3nsyqI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dawXn-8w9Us/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-4607707544416961748</id><published>2009-05-15T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:47:09.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I do all day.</title><content type='html'>This may or may not interest you. Most of you know I type dictated medical reports day after day in hopes of becoming good enough at it to earn some money from home. It's not easy. In fact, it's pretty difficult a lot of the time to understand what the doctor is saying. Some of them are brainless and dictate with food in their mouthes, or let the phone ring right in the recorder without bothering to stop talking. I can only guess at what they are saying when they do this. Some of them talk at the speed of an auctioneer, and others like to cut off the ends of their words. Anyway, I copied and pasted one of the reports I did so you can all see the stuff I do. This was actually a fairly easy one. I'm sure you've never seen a medical report, so maybe this is interesting. Or maybe not. It's a slow blog day. The blanks are names or dates and are left confidentiality purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rheumatology progress note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST OF PROBLEMS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rheumatoid arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;2. Emphysema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDICATIONS: Methotrexate 10 mg per week on Monday, prednisone 5 mg daily, Nasacort, Zantac 150 mg b.i.d., Tylenol p.r.n., Paxil 20 mg per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LABORABORY DATA:___: Creatinine 1.4, albumin 4.2, AST 25, ALT 15, CBC unremarkable, sedimentation rates 51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chest x-ray shows moderate diffuse emphysema. Today’s patient has no complaints in regard to his arthritis. When he saw me 6 weeks ago he had a flare of his RA. His methotrexate was increased from 7.5 to 10 mg per week. His prednisone was increased from 3 mg to 10 mg per day for 5 days. The patient today states that his RA is doing well. He has no complaints of swelling. He denies any shortness of breath, chest pain, fevers, or chills while on methotrexate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting yesterday he has developed a dry cough along with myalgias and congestion-type symptoms of his head and nose. He took his methotrexate Monday. He denies any nausea, vomiting, or diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICAL EXAMINATION: There are no oral ulcers. The lungs are clear with no wheezing or crackles. Heart: Regular rate and rhythm. There is essentially no synovitis on examination today. There are no vasculitic lesions or rashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPRESSION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rheumatoid arthritis. He is stable on his current medications.&lt;br /&gt;2. Because methotrexate can induce a cough and even a pneumonitis, I told him not to take methotrexate next week. It told him I will give him Sudafed for his postnasal drip and congestion symptoms. I told him if his symptoms should worsen or if he gets short of breath, cough worsens, or should he develops a fever, see his closest physician as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;3. I will obtain a CBC panel and a liver panel today to monitor methotrexate toxicity.&lt;br /&gt;4. Because of his chronic obstructive pulmonary disease by history, I will obtain baseline pulmonary function tests as well. He will follow up in two weeks for reevaluation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-4607707544416961748?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/4607707544416961748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-i-do-all-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4607707544416961748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4607707544416961748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-what-i-do-all-day.html' title='This is what I do all day.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-815115076283725087</id><published>2009-05-11T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:03:55.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent</title><content type='html'>How is it that eating healthier = higher grocery bill? I can't win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-815115076283725087?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/815115076283725087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/vent.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/815115076283725087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/815115076283725087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/vent.html' title='Vent'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-3416391868534201401</id><published>2009-05-10T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:08:25.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade's gift to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget_odWivI/AAAAAAAAAl0/96dncIqrA_w/s1600-h/Jade+pedicure+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423592347536114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget_odWivI/AAAAAAAAAl0/96dncIqrA_w/s400/Jade+pedicure+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She LOVED this part! (It IS the best!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget_UW_uGI/AAAAAAAAAls/1k791LtcnlQ/s1600-h/jade+pedicure+toes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423586952165474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget_UW_uGI/AAAAAAAAAls/1k791LtcnlQ/s400/jade+pedicure+toes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The color she picked is called "baby pink".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget_EmUkyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XUYMLNlIVdg/s1600-h/Carrie+pedicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423582721479458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget_EmUkyI/AAAAAAAAAlk/XUYMLNlIVdg/s400/Carrie+pedicure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget-4bJJUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_p8CI8RU6tU/s1600-h/Jade+massaging+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423579453367618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget-4bJJUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/_p8CI8RU6tU/s400/Jade+massaging+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is the best. She wanted me to have an authentic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;, so she insisted on rubbing my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget-6JhKzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/z6rKjUdQXl4/s1600-h/red+toenails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334423579916315442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget-6JhKzI/AAAAAAAAAlU/z6rKjUdQXl4/s400/red+toenails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All done! She really wanted to paint my toes too, but the carpet was too light and the paint too red, so I did it myself. Not nearly as good as the professionals, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Jade heard all about Jared's tea party, her little heart was broken. She didn't have anything to give me or sing to me, and it just devastated her - so of course that devastated me! I promised her we'd get pedicures on Mother's Day together, and that can be her gift to me (she doesn't know any better, really). I decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fore go&lt;/span&gt; the trip to the salon and save the $40. I have a foot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soaker&lt;/span&gt; here, and I thought it would be fun to do it at home instead. We took a little trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and we each picked out a polish. She was so excited she dragged the foot bath out of my closet and found a sponge under the sink and cleaned all the dust out for us. She's such a sweetheart! We had such a great time with out pedicures. What a great Mother's Day I had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Happy Mother's Day to my grandmothers! I'm sorry I didn't call, time snuck up on me and it's already after 9pm! Calls tomorrow.&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/8216600938622775542-3416391868534201401?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/3416391868534201401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/jades-gift-to-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3416391868534201401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3416391868534201401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/jades-gift-to-me.html' title='Jade&apos;s gift to me.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sget_odWivI/AAAAAAAAAl0/96dncIqrA_w/s72-c/Jade+pedicure+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-6946630031746156387</id><published>2009-05-09T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:26:29.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdFtET3lI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fFkZLe50Zv8/s1600-h/fishing+derby+Jade+and+Luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333982792501157458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdFtET3lI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fFkZLe50Zv8/s400/fishing+derby+Jade+and+Luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jade and Luke are good friends. Luke is Jared's den leader's boy, and he's the same age as Jade. She wouldn't DARE touch those worms, but she sure loved watching Luke play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdFLp_UBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/eE_cWHr9exI/s1600-h/Fishing+derby+Jade,+luke,+Clare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333982783532388370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdFLp_UBI/AAAAAAAAAlE/eE_cWHr9exI/s400/Fishing+derby+Jade,+luke,+Clare.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdFPlZfKI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8iP00JABqMA/s1600-h/Fishing+derby+Jade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333982784586874018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdFPlZfKI/AAAAAAAAAk8/8iP00JABqMA/s400/Fishing+derby+Jade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade likes to get in on the action too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdE92dtPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/V2lTf5FsTC4/s1600-h/Fishing+derby+Jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333982779826615538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdE92dtPI/AAAAAAAAAk0/V2lTf5FsTC4/s400/Fishing+derby+Jared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't get too many shots of Jared. He and Doug moved all over the lake trying to get a bite. The sun was just about to go down, and once it did, more fish were caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a few things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; over the course of the weeks my computer was down. One of them was Jared's cub scout pack Fishing Derby a few weeks ago. As many of you know, our park has a catch and release lake, and that's where we all congregated. Doug has invested in this "Banjo Minnow" bait he saw in an infomercial, so we tried it out that day. Well, THEY tried it out. I don't fish. It's kind of boring to me, unless you go at the right time when the sun is down and the breeze picks up. Then it's really relaxing. Still, I'm good with a drink and a book. Anyway, this pack activity was to prepare the boys for the camping trip we went on last weekend. I'm hoping one of the moms will post pics and I can get those from her to show you all. Doug and Jared didn't catch anything (so much for the Banjo Minnow crap), but other kids did. They used bait like hot dogs and white bread. Figures. Still, it was good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-6946630031746156387?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/6946630031746156387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/6946630031746156387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/6946630031746156387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgYdFtET3lI/AAAAAAAAAlM/fFkZLe50Zv8/s72-c/fishing+derby+Jade+and+Luke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-8948554030362607509</id><published>2009-05-08T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:15:53.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Tea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQjsH4zEI/AAAAAAAAAks/OYWu2lhdxWg/s1600-h/tea+party+-+me+and+Jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546801527573570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQjsH4zEI/AAAAAAAAAks/OYWu2lhdxWg/s400/tea+party+-+me+and+Jared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQjcZRmiI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bP8h36jxglc/s1600-h/tea+party+-+jared+and+tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546797305535010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQjcZRmiI/AAAAAAAAAkk/bP8h36jxglc/s400/tea+party+-+jared+and+tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared is bringing me tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQPucjIsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Pmo4wemPMqc/s1600-h/tea+party+-+rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546458553721538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQPucjIsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/Pmo4wemPMqc/s400/tea+party+-+rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared handed me a rose after he sang to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQPcp0PcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4Nze_qSZsC8/s1600-h/tea+party+-+place+setting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546453777530306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQPcp0PcI/AAAAAAAAAkU/4Nze_qSZsC8/s400/tea+party+-+place+setting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the plate Jared fixed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQPP5QTBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sWDhzlyILus/s1600-h/tea+party+-+singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333546450352622610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQPP5QTBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sWDhzlyILus/s400/tea+party+-+singing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's in the very back in the blue shirt, singing directly to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from the neatest little tea party Jared's class put on for us. We all got invitations about two weeks ago, to attend Mother's Day tea time in Jared's classroom at 10:30. My friend Jaime down the street did me a favor by watching Jade so I could have Jared all to myself. When I walked in his class, he was so excited to see me! He grabbed me by the hand and said "THERE you are, FINALLY!" and pulled me to his desk. I sat down with the other mothers where a personalized place mat and bookmark adorned each place setting. Jared drew a picture of me on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;placemat&lt;/span&gt; with red flowers in my hair. When all the mothers were seated, the kids took their places at the front of the class and sang to us. One of the songs was titled "You are my mother"and was sung to the tune of "You are my sunshine".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my mother, my important mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me happy when I feel blue. But, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;, if I disobey you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just please don't take my scooter away!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my mother, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; mother,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me happy when I feel blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you're special, and I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, I have this flower for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my mother, my important mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me happy when I feel blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you're pretty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I have some muffins for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my mother, my important mother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; me happy when I feel blue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to tell you how much I love you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please enjoy your Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point during the song, I moved to get a better picture. Jared lost sight of me for a second, and I could see his eyes searching for me. I waved to him, and once he spotted me he never took his eyes off me. He was singing those words directly to me, and I'm a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; to say I got a little teary-eyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the song, we were all served muffins, strawberries, iced tea, lemonade, cheese, and crackers. It was so yummy! I could tell Jared was really hungry so I shared my plate with him. He leaned in close to me and I put my arm around him, and we ate together. After everything was over, Jared really didn't want me to leave until he saw it was almost lunchtime! So, I did finally leave. It really was the sweetest thing ever. I'll never forget our tea time together!&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/8216600938622775542-8948554030362607509?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/8948554030362607509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-tea.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/8948554030362607509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/8948554030362607509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-tea.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Tea.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SgSQjsH4zEI/AAAAAAAAAks/OYWu2lhdxWg/s72-c/tea+party+-+me+and+Jared.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-2252567923381622851</id><published>2009-04-17T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:43:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new "thing".</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijZqWhCuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9muKUS6aJkA/s1600-h/lighting+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325686220626397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijZqWhCuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9muKUS6aJkA/s400/lighting+fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keep trying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijZWQMzQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gqDtSxcuUZs/s1600-h/lighting+fire+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325686215231196418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijZWQMzQI/AAAAAAAAAj0/gqDtSxcuUZs/s400/lighting+fire+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijZBOCqlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/doGfw8g76hQ/s1600-h/fire+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325686209584998994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijZBOCqlI/AAAAAAAAAjs/doGfw8g76hQ/s400/fire+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great fire Jared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijY7UhqvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vc5xRfzgaas/s1600-h/roasting+marshmellows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325686208001583858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijY7UhqvI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vc5xRfzgaas/s400/roasting+marshmellows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijYaaMVDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kHtDC_Hgl7Y/s1600-h/smores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325686199166981170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijYaaMVDI/AAAAAAAAAjc/kHtDC_Hgl7Y/s400/smores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been doing this about once a week. After dinner we'll head out to the back yard where Jared will build a fire for us. He's getting pretty good at it. Of course he still needs Doug's help, but he knows how to build the wood to start it, and can light it easily with flint and steel. Once the fire gets going he knows how to carefully pile more wood on without squelching his creation. Of course, I'm always a little leery when he leans over the fire with all that gel he uses to maintain his cockatoo spike (see above). We tried to explain how dangerous this is, and Doug decided to demonstrate what happens when hair products meet fire. A few squirts of hairspray into the fire did the trick, and since then Jared has been much more cautious. Anyway,The kids usually like to roast marshmallows, so of course that's what we end up doing. It's my favorite way to end the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="link" href="http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-new-thing.html#comments" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-2252567923381622851?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/2252567923381622851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-thing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2252567923381622851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2252567923381622851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-new-thing.html' title='Our new &quot;thing&quot;.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/SeijZqWhCuI/AAAAAAAAAj8/9muKUS6aJkA/s72-c/lighting+fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-5827097115253245904</id><published>2009-04-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:39:53.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week!</title><content type='html'>Zach came to visit us last Wednesday, since he's recently returned from Iraq. The kids haven't seen him since August, so it was a real treat to have him here. Jade just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; leave the poor guy alone. She loves her uncle so much. While he was gone we prayed every night for a safe return, and I think that really made an impression on the kids. I think it really made them realize just how much they care about him. When he arrived Wednesday night they were ecstatic! They jumped all over him, squeezed him, hugged him, and Jade told him repeatedly how much she missed him. I really wish I thought to take pictures. We had a good time while he was here, and we even planned a camping trip for this July in San Clemente. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SoCal&lt;/span&gt; beach, here we come!! Zach left on Saturday. And, a few hours later my parents, grandparents, and brother arrived for Easter. I made ham, twice baked potatoes, and all the fixings (with a ton of help). This was the first time I've ever hosted a holiday dinner, and I'm honestly surprised that nothing got burned, undercooked, or thrown out. I was expecting at least SOMETHING to go wrong, but nothing did. What was nice about that day was seeing my grandparents interact with the kids again. They love their great-grandparents so much. Grandpa was playing games with Jared, and grandma helped Jade dress her paper dolls.  It was so nice to have them in our home for the first time. I think we miss them the most out of anyone from CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we had an egg hunt and brunch. I managed to catch a few  pictures of the egg hunt. Of course the kids were so fast darting around the house and yard that I had to make them go back and pose with the eggs in a surprised way.  Really though, they just ran around like lunatics hording as many eggs as they could. I guess that's what Easter is all about - the goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apperently, my camera software is not yet installed on the computer. It had a nasty virus, so Doug wiped it. I guess the pictures will have to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-5827097115253245904?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/5827097115253245904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5827097115253245904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5827097115253245904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-week.html' title='What a week!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-5857841221318184003</id><published>2009-03-22T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:30:18.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jade's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaDUpyA69I/AAAAAAAAAiE/BhFxZnKElPc/s1600-h/Jade+Haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080800993700818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaDUpyA69I/AAAAAAAAAiE/BhFxZnKElPc/s400/Jade+Haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC2ajTNMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Yj3H-YoWJYA/s1600-h/Jade+haircut+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080281509377218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC2ajTNMI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Yj3H-YoWJYA/s400/Jade+haircut+before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC17vW-YI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_0ljkfdgnko/s1600-h/Jade+Haircut+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080273238456706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC17vW-YI/AAAAAAAAAhk/_0ljkfdgnko/s400/Jade+Haircut+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC1TGc0gI/AAAAAAAAAhc/f5ENcY2_K68/s1600-h/Jade+Haircut+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080262329455106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC1TGc0gI/AAAAAAAAAhc/f5ENcY2_K68/s400/Jade+Haircut+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC1F8VvSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IWnc9q8AgJA/s1600-h/Jade+pedicure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316080258797387042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaC1F8VvSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/IWnc9q8AgJA/s400/Jade+pedicure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doug has been working so much lately, and he really wanted to spend some more one-on-one time with Jared. So, yesterday Doug printed up some targets and took Jared shooting. I figured Jade and I may as well do something fun too, since I was looking for an excuse to get out of laundry. I took her to the spa where she got her first pedicure ever. They only charged $15 and she LOVED it!! She loved soaking her feet in the bubbly salted water and getting her little feet and toes massaged. The lady was really great with her too; that always makes for a nice experience. I think Jade felt like a little lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later I took her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SuperCuts&lt;/span&gt;. Now, Jade gets compliments on her long hair quite frequently, and I know how important her hair is to her. The problem is it's getting increasingly hard to manage. Lately every time I brush or style it she ends up crying because it gets so matted throughout the day. She finally decided enough was enough and told me she wants to cut her hair "cute and short". So, we cut it to a short little bob. I really wanted to donate her cut hair, but we would have needed to cut it two inches shorter. I really didn't want to go that short, so we just left it at that. She loves her new hair style, and I think I do too. I wasn't too sure at first how I felt about it, but I think it's growing on me.&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/8216600938622775542-5857841221318184003?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/5857841221318184003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/jades-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5857841221318184003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/5857841221318184003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/jades-day.html' title='Jade&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScaDUpyA69I/AAAAAAAAAiE/BhFxZnKElPc/s72-c/Jade+Haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-3308753400939437017</id><published>2009-03-20T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:51:42.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPJCYPbMoI/AAAAAAAAAhM/StBQscwEzsw/s1600-h/sunset+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315313027931386498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPJCYPbMoI/AAAAAAAAAhM/StBQscwEzsw/s400/sunset+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've had some beautiful sunsets lately. Our dining room table faces this and we get a great view when we eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPIn9K8EgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/E4RgXyTjvKQ/s1600-h/yellow+and+orange+flowers..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315312573988213250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPIn9K8EgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/E4RgXyTjvKQ/s400/yellow+and+orange+flowers..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPGPxU8iyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/biUKu7jz1g8/s1600-h/spring+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309959468845858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPGPxU8iyI/AAAAAAAAAg8/biUKu7jz1g8/s400/spring+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want to sneeze just looking at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPGPY2qTBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/jFAMVIUY0u4/s1600-h/spring+flowers+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309952899370002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPGPY2qTBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/jFAMVIUY0u4/s400/spring+flowers+3.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPGOgTEq9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/I_uSOclNkWU/s1600-h/spring+flowers+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309937717717970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPGOgTEq9I/AAAAAAAAAgs/I_uSOclNkWU/s400/spring+flowers+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the washes in Anthem look like this. Yellow flowers everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF9bfqq2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/iKPVsZNzqm4/s1600-h/spring+break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309644370586466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF9bfqq2I/AAAAAAAAAgk/iKPVsZNzqm4/s400/spring+break.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana, Zach, and Jared waiting for the train to go!&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/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF8_zOxbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/wcK6jmlVjl8/s1600-h/spring+break+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309636936451506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF8_zOxbI/AAAAAAAAAgc/wcK6jmlVjl8/s400/spring+break+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not sure what's with all the posing. The kids do this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF754R3KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DzYx6TRBpR4/s1600-h/spring+break+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309618167143586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF754R3KI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DzYx6TRBpR4/s400/spring+break+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF6wLRbCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/MWMPbmWz5Js/s1600-h/spring+break+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315309598382582818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPF6wLRbCI/AAAAAAAAAgE/MWMPbmWz5Js/s400/spring+break+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and Zach riding the Daisy Mountain Railroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've done picnics, and park days, some hiking, indulged in sonic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;slushies&lt;/span&gt;, built fires in the backyard, had Jared's party, rode the train, played with the neighbors, hula-hooped, played video games, had baseball practice, and baked brownies. Not once did I go to the gym, which is fine because I'm too worn out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; anyway. And, my floor has not been mopped since the day before the birthday party which means my feet stick to it when I walk, and I've got this brown film covering the bottoms of my soles. Gross. One thing that's been consistent with this week off from school is I've been sneezing my brains out. So, in the mornings I take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; and I find my self in a fog the rest of the day. (That's probably why my floor hasn't been scrubbed. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.) Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING is blooming around here. Spring here is gorgeous, yes but I don't think I've ever gone through more boxes of tissues (3) in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-3308753400939437017?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/3308753400939437017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3308753400939437017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/3308753400939437017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScPJCYPbMoI/AAAAAAAAAhM/StBQscwEzsw/s72-c/sunset+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-7075230111594215239</id><published>2009-03-19T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:10:24.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared turns 7.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVxejTWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VuPIbdXFq5E/s1600-h/birthday+party+outside+squirt+guns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935129123278178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVxejTWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VuPIbdXFq5E/s400/birthday+party+outside+squirt+guns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can't really tell from the photo, but these kids got soaked!! (especially when Doug turned the hose on them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVj-XO3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/h5WQ2IJwgZw/s1600-h/birthday+party+friends+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935125498608498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVj-XO3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/h5WQ2IJwgZw/s400/birthday+party+friends+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVILisrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0799m47mtA/s1600-h/birthday+party+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935118037693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVILisrI/AAAAAAAAAfs/u0799m47mtA/s400/birthday+party+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVPLEoMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Oa6eZx8h0oQ/s1600-h/birthday+party+zach+and+Jared.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314935119914770626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVPLEoMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Oa6eZx8h0oQ/s400/birthday+party+zach+and+Jared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jared, Zach, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kadin&lt;/span&gt;. Zach just lives up the street from us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kadin&lt;/span&gt; is one of Jared's best friends from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwSqguUQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rW2Ta7L0UtQ/s1600-h/birthday+party+happy+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314933976202105090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwSqguUQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/rW2Ta7L0UtQ/s400/birthday+party+happy+birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The green guitar cupcake cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwSRRw0RI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bozxtIRdVIk/s1600-h/birthday+party+guitar+hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314933969428467986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwSRRw0RI/AAAAAAAAAfU/bozxtIRdVIk/s400/birthday+party+guitar+hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They all took turns playing different instruments. Jared's on the guitar, far left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwSMBFPWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_3pbjJU3Plo/s1600-h/birthday+party+pinata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314933968016325986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwSMBFPWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/_3pbjJU3Plo/s400/birthday+party+pinata.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never believe how much candy came out of that thing. Each kid walked away with at least half a pound. I hope the parents weren't too upset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwR6e1kvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2a3pR5TVZEs/s1600-h/Birthday+party+outside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314933963309290226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwR6e1kvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/2a3pR5TVZEs/s400/Birthday+party+outside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made them eat their pizza outside. It was a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwRWL3mwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FnhkPILB1EI/s1600-h/birthday+party+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314933953566055170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJwRWL3mwI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FnhkPILB1EI/s400/birthday+party+friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally celebrated Jared's birthday this past weekend. Doug had to work on his actual birthday (Feb 28), so my friend flew into town and we took Jared to the movies and out to eat. Plus, he had opening day for little league baseball, which was really cool. It seemed like most of Anthem was there cheering on all 900 little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leaguers as all the teams made their way around the track&lt;/span&gt;. In fact, the high school stadium was full of parents. I've never seen anything like that. AND, they had an opening prayer before the ceremonies started. You'd never see that in California, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as for the party, 13 kids including my two showed up. Some played guitar hero, others soaked each other with squirt guns in the back yard, and everyone had fun. We had one little escapee. Jade's friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mayah&lt;/span&gt; decided to take off out the front door and run down the driveway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she thought she saw her daddy's car. Luckily I saw her do it. We made sure to lock the door after that little incident. Jared's cake was a green guitar cupcake cake. No, I didn't make it. I've completely given that up. It's so much easier to buy them. Jade found that the cupcakes come out just as green as they go in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-7075230111594215239?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/7075230111594215239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/jared-turns-7.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7075230111594215239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/7075230111594215239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/jared-turns-7.html' title='Jared turns 7.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/ScJxVxejTWI/AAAAAAAAAf8/VuPIbdXFq5E/s72-c/birthday+party+outside+squirt+guns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-2657913671113561803</id><published>2009-03-17T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:01:05.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's St. Patick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb_HPBXkkhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OdFzZoTFvn8/s1600-h/green+cereal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314185146199740946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb_HPBXkkhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OdFzZoTFvn8/s400/green+cereal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This disgusting green mush is actually rice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crispies&lt;/span&gt; cereal. Usually I try to do something fun and cool for St. Patty's Day, like bake green cookies with the kids, or frost cupcakes bright green or something festive. Well, yesterday was food shopping day (Monday) and I COMPLETELY forgot today was the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Jared came up with the idea of coloring his breakfast. Jade wanted pink in hers; I guess she didn't quite get the point! Luckily I have green cupcakes left over from Jared's birthday party two days ago, which I'll post pics of either later today or tomorrow. So, don't forget to wear green today and enjoy your corned beef and cabbage!&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/8216600938622775542-2657913671113561803?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/2657913671113561803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-st-paticks-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2657913671113561803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/2657913671113561803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-st-paticks-day.html' title='It&apos;s St. Patick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb_HPBXkkhI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OdFzZoTFvn8/s72-c/green+cereal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-4177761479210721233</id><published>2009-03-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:04:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The time has come!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb6SbV57iRI/AAAAAAAAAes/ZFdbfbQiZ-Q/s1600-h/tiger+badge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313845608778008850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb6SbV57iRI/AAAAAAAAAes/ZFdbfbQiZ-Q/s400/tiger+badge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's the one in the middle - in the jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb6SbDcgx_I/AAAAAAAAAek/HAxxkaYqVK0/s1600-h/tiger+badge+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313845603822782450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb6SbDcgx_I/AAAAAAAAAek/HAxxkaYqVK0/s400/tiger+badge+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Third from right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb6SaswcJJI/AAAAAAAAAec/wE1GANkC2lI/s1600-h/tiger+badge+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313845597732349074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb6SaswcJJI/AAAAAAAAAec/wE1GANkC2lI/s400/tiger+badge+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After learning how to build a fire, tie 3 different kinds of knots, read a compass, built a pinewood derby car, and watching his first fist fight at a hockey game (and yes, blood was involved) he has finally earned the Tiger Cub badge!! In May, he will graduate and become a wolf cub. Way to go Jared!&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/8216600938622775542-4177761479210721233?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/4177761479210721233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-has-come.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4177761479210721233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/4177761479210721233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-has-come.html' title='The time has come!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/Sb6SbV57iRI/AAAAAAAAAes/ZFdbfbQiZ-Q/s72-c/tiger+badge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8216600938622775542.post-1123885899257447736</id><published>2009-03-16T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:31:12.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post.</title><content type='html'>I have decided to create a family blog. I figured most of my family would love to see what we are up to out here in Arizona. I'll keep this updated often, hopefully. I will still keep my personal blog of course, but it's time to let the family in on my blogging world. So here we are. I hope you enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8216600938622775542-1123885899257447736?l=thearagonarchives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/feeds/1123885899257447736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/1123885899257447736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8216600938622775542/posts/default/1123885899257447736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearagonarchives.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-post.html' title='First post.'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516556026369017575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2yB0U0ykR2c/TJfZNYMe14I/AAAAAAAAArg/2gA_wquGiYY/S220/DSCN0331.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
