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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 17 Feb 2012 01:51:15 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>pictures</category><category>frog</category><category>grandma and grandpa</category><category>St Louis</category><category>basketball</category><category>wedding</category><category>shopping</category><category>boys</category><category>wagon</category><category>shower</category><category>ds</category><category>fire dept</category><category>beast</category><category>art</category><category>new house</category><category>ants</category><category>Chrismas</category><category>garage sale</category><category>library</category><category>corn</category><category>pool</category><category>shed</category><category>vines</category><category>job</category><category>atv</category><category>family</category><category>home manager</category><category>dirtbike</category><category>bus</category><category>grandma</category><category>grandpa</category><category>neighbors</category><category>baseball</category><category>halloween</category><category>mowing</category><category>Scoobie</category><category>St. Louis</category><category>toothpaste</category><category>charger</category><category>cats</category><category>school</category><category>pto</category><category>I</category><category>luck</category><category>diet</category><category>rain</category><category>ice</category><category>They Speak</category><category>City Museum</category><category>hunting</category><category>clown car</category><category>cat</category><category>bathroom</category><category>moth</category><category>painting</category><category>cleaning</category><category>van</category><category>cooking</category><category>hot wings</category><category>salad</category><category>Tippy</category><category>blood</category><category>dennis</category><category>dancing</category><category>jacob</category><category>trees</category><category>tooth</category><category>class reunion</category><category>chores</category><category>ben</category><category>cub cadet</category><category>cake</category><category>Will</category><category>farm</category><category>friends</category><category>scar</category><category>sledding</category><category>birthday</category><category>lost stuff</category><category>vacation</category><category>golf</category><category>politics</category><category>stream</category><category>beavers</category><category>haircut</category><category>games</category><category>deck</category><category>hayward</category><category>Jake</category><category>you capture</category><category>grass</category><category>patio</category><category>mud</category><category>flood</category><category>chickens</category><category>fishing</category><category>charlie</category><category>emma</category><category>christmas tree</category><category>caprice</category><category>rodeo</category><title>High Heels and Mud Puddles</title><description>Tales, adventures and thoughts from a sparkle loving, high heel wearing MOM in a tractor obsessed, mud-boot wearing "ALL BOY" household.</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/HighHeelsAndMudPuddles" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="highheelsandmudpuddles" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">HighHeelsAndMudPuddles</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-7346981024976877068</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 May 2011 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-02T08:15:40.811-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dirtbike</category><title>It's all About the Air</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With Spring finally arriving (sort of - what's up 30 degree mornings?!), it's got Ben in his 'outdoor project' mode.  Saturday he spent most of the day leveling out the landscape around the shed with his skid loader, and by the time he was done, he had a LOT of extra dirt piled up.  Of course we couldn't just let it sit in a big ol' pile of ugly dirt.   What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh.&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9SdrgSRpxo/Tb6ss9zJsEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/LYMjqLLrYNA/s400/IMG_9208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602104874998804546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt; Jake directing traffic on the course&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fW7fZhqxNm0/Tb6stCQAmiI/AAAAAAAAAsA/jbSFm-uhSz4/s400/IMG_9218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602104876193585698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There goes Will!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qEf_axzxpYM/Tb6tusFXb-I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fJXxcbD9MXk/s400/IMG_9219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602106004114730978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Charlie's Turn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cDS9Fsl-_rE/Tb6tvoAwgOI/AAAAAAAAAsg/bdchKLjttHY/s400/IMG_9214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602106020201529570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; Jake bringing up the rear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ai4QnauripQ/Tb6tu_6g_MI/AAAAAAAAAsY/48zEo7r2KzA/s400/IMG_9220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602106009437928642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show Off!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b9-RREmNXNM/Tb6stnx-vXI/AAAAAAAAAsI/tJKq9Op0-yw/s400/IMG_9244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602104886268181874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not sure how long he'll be content without a motor....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-7346981024976877068?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-all-about-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9SdrgSRpxo/Tb6ss9zJsEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/LYMjqLLrYNA/s72-c/IMG_9208.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-8940301958912120088</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Apr 2011 12:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-26T08:06:46.012-05:00</atom:updated><title>Over-committed</title><description>This year, when I started to plan for our annual Family Fitness Event at school, I called upon the girl who organized all the food for last year...  she turned me down, saying she didn't have time as she was 'over-committed'.  At the time, I kind of snickered to myself, thinking it was a nice (and original) way to get out of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even repeated it to a few friends with an eye roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when I went to grab a container for Ben's lunch... and had to deal with THIS for the umpteen month in a row...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1AxSc1mv18/TbbCypZsVZI/AAAAAAAAArw/znRF0jIwaa4/s1600/mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1AxSc1mv18/TbbCypZsVZI/AAAAAAAAArw/znRF0jIwaa4/s400/mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599877362044654994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Have you ever wanted to eat your own words?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM OVER COMMITTED!  :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-8940301958912120088?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2011/04/over-committed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1AxSc1mv18/TbbCypZsVZI/AAAAAAAAArw/znRF0jIwaa4/s72-c/mess.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-1256156411703338739</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 13:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-17T09:28:17.403-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">St. Louis</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">City Museum</category><title>Destination: St. Louis! (Part 2)</title><description>I had to separate these into two postings, because the &lt;a href="http://www.citymuseum.org/home.asp"&gt;City Museum&lt;/a&gt; deserves a lot more page space than everything else.  It's a museum in NAME ONLY.  It might be the most awesome place on the planet - and everyone... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE needs to go there right away&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the CM is an old shoe factory (like 10 stories high and 600,000 square feet) of an artist's imagination gone WILD.  It is packed with tunnels, caves, incredible sculpture, mosaics, art activities, INSANE outdoor climbing structures -- I cannot even describe its awesomeness.  Even Ben was literally WOW'd.  GO THERE!  Did I mention it has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SEVEN story slide&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A team of 20 artists are constantly working on this place, welding, clipping tiny beautiful tiles, sculpting, adding nooks, crannies, incredible artwork, etc!  We didn't even see everything that was there.  We want to go back.  Our kids said it was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MOST FUN THEY'VE HAD IN THEIR LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;  Want to go there yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you turn there's something to be explored... (keep in mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehGFYDBsXUE/Tar1LsztzoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6sltm6vz9aY/s1600/IMG_9030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehGFYDBsXUE/Tar1LsztzoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6sltm6vz9aY/s400/IMG_9030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596555068316700290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note the INCREDIBLE mosaic tile flooring everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AR5rXH5KOsg/Tar1zMYdMsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-txSaMZT2gg/s1600/IMG_9037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AR5rXH5KOsg/Tar1zMYdMsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-txSaMZT2gg/s400/IMG_9037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596555746807198402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that outdoor climbing structure I mentioned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfMkNOxocs0/Tar2KtISd6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/y62epR1lB2I/s1600/IMG_9047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfMkNOxocs0/Tar2KtISd6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/y62epR1lB2I/s400/IMG_9047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596556150734747554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See that school bus hanging off the top floor?  Oh, and yes, that's Ben and Jake climbing inside that arched wire structure waaayyyy off the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7cy_yeIFMA/Tar2gxpzsKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/IolwddFTirs/s1600/IMG_9054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w7cy_yeIFMA/Tar2gxpzsKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/IolwddFTirs/s400/IMG_9054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596556529906200738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jake inside one of the many caves we explored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_XS5m-FY_Y/Tar3IID92tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_3kazqgEcmM/s1600/IMG_9046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_XS5m-FY_Y/Tar3IID92tI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_3kazqgEcmM/s400/IMG_9046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596557205936397010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hidden slides and chutes lurked around every corner.  (and I have to mention there was a GIANT pipe organ inside the caves -- like huge.  The circus music it was playing just added to the one-of-a-kind crazy artsy fun experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ka43BDAFai0/Tar3iDBAK4I/AAAAAAAAArA/aNjNiajfT7o/s1600/IMG_9041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ka43BDAFai0/Tar3iDBAK4I/AAAAAAAAArA/aNjNiajfT7o/s400/IMG_9041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596557651258387330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a view from the bottom of the caves up to the top of the 7 story slide.  As you can see, there are steps going in about 20 directions... all different avenues to the top.  NUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Edo6p7kspgo/Tar36Jqo_QI/AAAAAAAAArI/Dj-DZjRQHkA/s1600/IMG_9039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Edo6p7kspgo/Tar36Jqo_QI/AAAAAAAAArI/Dj-DZjRQHkA/s400/IMG_9039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596558065360502018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots more pics, but none of them does this place justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished off the day with the biggest ice cream floats we've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F.U.N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHq5YmZbE5E/Tar4WQVjwAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-ZkzVeudYq0/s1600/IMG_9101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHq5YmZbE5E/Tar4WQVjwAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/-ZkzVeudYq0/s400/IMG_9101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596558548187463682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-1256156411703338739?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2011/04/destination-st-louis-part-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehGFYDBsXUE/Tar1LsztzoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6sltm6vz9aY/s72-c/IMG_9030.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-3731869628000349617</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 13:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-17T08:57:51.948-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">St Louis</category><title>Destination: St. Louis! (Part 1)</title><description>Since Spring Break around these parts no longer lasts a full week, it limits our options as to where we can go..  This year, we decided to make the five hour drive to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;St. Louis.&lt;/span&gt;  The forecast in St. Louis for the week before and the week after was a wonderful 70 degrees.  While we were there...  a balmy 35.  YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;National Transportation Museum&lt;/span&gt;.  It consists of mostly trains, which the kids thought was really cool - BUT, it is a mostly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;outdoor&lt;/span&gt; experience, and considering it started to snow like crazy while we there - cool took on a whole new meaning. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ooIe0AB0D0/TaruUM8uHiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/gvDaHCVLRt8/s1600/IMG_8968.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70V4dd-vyjY/TaruT24n0bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/QLAyQ9iMcEE/s1600/IMG_8966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70V4dd-vyjY/TaruT24n0bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/QLAyQ9iMcEE/s400/IMG_8966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596547511879193010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ooIe0AB0D0/TaruUM8uHiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/gvDaHCVLRt8/s1600/IMG_8968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ooIe0AB0D0/TaruUM8uHiI/AAAAAAAAAqA/gvDaHCVLRt8/s400/IMG_8968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596547517801963042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL8dtUXW798/TartY_-LoqI/AAAAAAAAApw/58vFlItWyyw/s1600/IMG_9004.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though it was still chilly, the sun was shining the next morning, so we hit the ARCH.  Obviously, a must-see.  The kids really liked looking out the top (which actually made me feel a little carsick). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4o3ItMpLKac/TartD1T_KdI/AAAAAAAAApo/GbDCIaY4nLc/s1600/IMG_8999.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EFDkKIYMOU/TartDv7sAeI/AAAAAAAAApg/hVbZj87WknU/s1600/IMG_8976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EFDkKIYMOU/TartDv7sAeI/AAAAAAAAApg/hVbZj87WknU/s400/IMG_8976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596546135623467490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we hit the Science Museum.  We spent over five hours there!  The kids were able to build model arches and bridges out of all kinds of different materials.  We saw 'Tornado Alley' at the IMAX (awesome), and visited the Grossology exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q6dIwa5rbA/TarxXnxJXQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/kzvCxX6p86M/s1600/IMG_9001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q6dIwa5rbA/TarxXnxJXQI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/kzvCxX6p86M/s400/IMG_9001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596550875075665154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4o3ItMpLKac/TartD1T_KdI/AAAAAAAAApo/GbDCIaY4nLc/s1600/IMG_8999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4o3ItMpLKac/TartD1T_KdI/AAAAAAAAApo/GbDCIaY4nLc/s400/IMG_8999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596546137067563474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJRa10Metvg/TarxXWaZVbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tJi-j85cODk/s1600/IMG_8978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mJRa10Metvg/TarxXWaZVbI/AAAAAAAAAqI/tJi-j85cODk/s400/IMG_8978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596550870416840114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm I wonder if I could install one of these in our house to help with the electricity bill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL8dtUXW798/TartY_-LoqI/AAAAAAAAApw/58vFlItWyyw/s1600/IMG_9004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jL8dtUXW798/TartY_-LoqI/AAAAAAAAApw/58vFlItWyyw/s400/IMG_9004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596546500706149026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-3731869628000349617?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2011/04/destination-st-louis-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70V4dd-vyjY/TaruT24n0bI/AAAAAAAAAp4/QLAyQ9iMcEE/s72-c/IMG_8966.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-3898562960198484167</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Apr 2011 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-17T08:30:24.643-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pictures</category><title>A Year Gone By</title><description>Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids got a glimpse of a picture from this blog  today, and started scanning it like crazy to see what else was on it.   Now that they can read and operate a computer, this little bloggy thing  has HUGE appeal to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, it has sat &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;untouched for roughly a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK let, see....  we had Halloween:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0vez0tO--o/TarocxRXz3I/AAAAAAAAApY/_I9JAl2T67Y/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amkDRU-at4U/TarcCk2fQTI/AAAAAAAAAog/9nOyaqCGjwY/s1600/IMG_8330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amkDRU-at4U/TarcCk2fQTI/AAAAAAAAAog/9nOyaqCGjwY/s400/IMG_8330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596527423771328818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had our family pictures taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-166YRb_7k6Y/TareVDJNPDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zEpn_e_42gQ/s1600/DSC_0854%2Bvintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-166YRb_7k6Y/TareVDJNPDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zEpn_e_42gQ/s400/DSC_0854%2Bvintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596529940163804210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We got two 3-wheelers &lt;/span&gt;(don't ask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_3GBWA34uk/TareVeVwr-I/AAAAAAAAAow/tld5OGLDaf0/s1600/IMG_8358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_3GBWA34uk/TareVeVwr-I/AAAAAAAAAow/tld5OGLDaf0/s400/IMG_8358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596529947464216546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had Thanksgiving at our house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPJWS3YGj90/Tarhb3KHRyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rwTFVK0SawI/s1600/IMG_8398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPJWS3YGj90/Tarhb3KHRyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rwTFVK0SawI/s400/IMG_8398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596533355740350242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed a new nephew - Mason Dudley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58nhgLGT_cs/Tarh_gAcNiI/AAAAAAAAApA/ffeH8Prx7xw/s1600/IMG_8540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58nhgLGT_cs/Tarh_gAcNiI/AAAAAAAAApA/ffeH8Prx7xw/s400/IMG_8540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596533968001054242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We had a Superbowl Party - GO PACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAomid_24Ok/Tarnjw7GDqI/AAAAAAAAApI/_RgIpmPiQZU/s1600/IMG_3789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LAomid_24Ok/Tarnjw7GDqI/AAAAAAAAApI/_RgIpmPiQZU/s400/IMG_3789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596540088575463074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We made a HUGE snowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67FrMCp2MG8/Tarn_SerhfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ij_UU26sKuw/s1600/IMG_8860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-67FrMCp2MG8/Tarn_SerhfI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ij_UU26sKuw/s400/IMG_8860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596540561439557106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I went to 'Tony &amp;amp; Tina's Wedding' in my crazy zebra dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0vez0tO--o/TarocxRXz3I/AAAAAAAAApY/_I9JAl2T67Y/s1600/Picture%2B6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--0vez0tO--o/TarocxRXz3I/AAAAAAAAApY/_I9JAl2T67Y/s400/Picture%2B6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596541067921444722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that gets us up to speed.  Sort of.  Missing a lot of the fun details - but this will have to do.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58nhgLGT_cs/Tarh_gAcNiI/AAAAAAAAApA/ffeH8Prx7xw/s1600/IMG_8540.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPJWS3YGj90/Tarhb3KHRyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/rwTFVK0SawI/s1600/IMG_8398.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_3GBWA34uk/TareVeVwr-I/AAAAAAAAAow/tld5OGLDaf0/s1600/IMG_8358.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-166YRb_7k6Y/TareVDJNPDI/AAAAAAAAAoo/zEpn_e_42gQ/s1600/DSC_0854%2Bvintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-3898562960198484167?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2011/04/year-gone-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-amkDRU-at4U/TarcCk2fQTI/AAAAAAAAAog/9nOyaqCGjwY/s72-c/IMG_8330.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-7780062141389851569</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2010 11:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-04T06:57:27.656-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trees</category><title>Up to our knees in trees!</title><description>Planting trees has been on our to-do list for a while now, and this  weekend, we finally got around to really doing it.  After a couple trips  to the nursery last week to scope out the selection, and lots of Ben  and I standing in different locations in the yard pretending to be  trees, we came up with a plan.  We selected 1 Ginko, 2 Willows, 2 Apple,  1 Pin Oak, and 1 Autumn Blaze Maple.  We planted all but the Ginko and  Maple ourselves, which was a lot LOT of work, but it was actually a lot  of fun too.  We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of the tree spade  with our two bigger trees!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaV-8o1I/AAAAAAAAAms/FkJht3FBrqU/s1600/IMG_8101.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaPBZoQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DjEmFJz8pfU/s1600/IMG_8098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaPBZoQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DjEmFJz8pfU/s400/IMG_8098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524157974888161538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaV-8o1I/AAAAAAAAAms/FkJht3FBrqU/s1600/IMG_8101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaV-8o1I/AAAAAAAAAms/FkJht3FBrqU/s400/IMG_8101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524157976756921170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAafTbJEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3Su2FzAroMg/s1600/IMG_8106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAafTbJEI/AAAAAAAAAm0/3Su2FzAroMg/s400/IMG_8106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524157979258725442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaphr7mI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Q5wCctU-6S4/s1600/IMG_8112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaphr7mI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Q5wCctU-6S4/s400/IMG_8112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524157982002900578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaieM4lI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_jPtnXXnZoE/s1600/IMG_8118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaieM4lI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_jPtnXXnZoE/s400/IMG_8118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524157980109234770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAllAJ-oI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BBTqYCD3wr0/s1600/IMG_8136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAllAJ-oI/AAAAAAAAAnM/BBTqYCD3wr0/s400/IMG_8136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524158169767082626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAl0F5gdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/IMlZFXfAnK0/s1600/IMG_8139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAl0F5gdI/AAAAAAAAAnU/IMlZFXfAnK0/s400/IMG_8139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524158173817700818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-7780062141389851569?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/10/up-to-our-knees-in-trees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TKnAaPBZoQI/AAAAAAAAAmk/DjEmFJz8pfU/s72-c/IMG_8098.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-1094274607349003208</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jun 2010 11:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-20T07:25:48.057-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">garage sale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jacob</category><title>So much happiness for only a buck.</title><description>Ever since we went to our neighborhood party a week ago, Jacob has been talking about S'mores non-stop.  He enjoyed a few s'mores by the fire that night and it left a lasting impression on him - so much so, that it's been the first thing out of his mouth in the morning on many occasions, "Momma, can we make s'mores?"  (ummm sorry, not at 6:10 in the morning!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, our town hosted their annual town-wide garage sales, and I promised the folks running our library bake sale that I'd stop by and purchase a few treats.  The older boys, of course, wanted to tag along, and being a pair who can't resist a good bargain, they headed out with their piggy banks in tow... literally.  After snagging a package of cinnamon rolls (hoping they might serve as a stand-in for S'mores), we started making the rounds around town.  At my first stop, I found a case of really neat pilsner glasses FOR TWO BUCKS.  Score!  The boys were pretty tight with their money for the first few stops, but at about the 4th house, they both hit the jackpot.  We found video game books, board games, trading cards, legos, bionicles, a like-new big barrel youth baseball bat (for FIVE BUCKS!!!!) ((seriously, that was the best find ever)), batting gloves, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most unique (and hilarious) find was this set of classic FM wireless intercoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TB4G_-HNvyI/AAAAAAAAAls/JGR9b5awEw4/s1600/IMG_7622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TB4G_-HNvyI/AAAAAAAAAls/JGR9b5awEw4/s320/IMG_7622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484829092258627362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The box alone makes me laugh!  Our original idea was to put one out in the shed so we could talk to dad from the house... but we tried that - and the distance was a little too far.  Instead, the boys each plugged one in near their nightstand so they can have pleasant conversations before bed... (WILL!!!!  ANSWER ME!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last stop on the way home was the icing on the cake.  The kids didn't even get out of the car, because they were to engrossed in the backseat with all their new items.  As soon as I approached the perimeter of the displayed items, I spied an item we could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; live without....  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;An indoor/outdoor S'mores maker!!!&lt;/span&gt;  For $1.00!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the proof below - happiness for a buck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TB4HASUVbVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-Zvhi1JPS20/s1600/IMG_7599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TB4HASUVbVI/AAAAAAAAAl0/-Zvhi1JPS20/s320/IMG_7599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484829097682365778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TB4IhF7hQxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BNqGNY-6HgM/s1600/IMG_7605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TB4IhF7hQxI/AAAAAAAAAl8/BNqGNY-6HgM/s400/IMG_7605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484830760804369170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-1094274607349003208?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-much-happiness-for-only-buck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/TB4G_-HNvyI/AAAAAAAAAls/JGR9b5awEw4/s72-c/IMG_7622.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-9209905500328536856</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-12T08:55:07.821-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mud</category><title>From good to Mud</title><description>When my friend called me over a month ago to ask if our kids wanted to participate in the annual 'Mud Run' in Des Moines, I immediately answered "OH I'M SURE THEY WOULD!"  I let the kids watch the commercial which featured folks splashing and running in mud and puddles - and that was it.  We were going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jacob was too young to participate, Ben reluctantly (yeah right) volunteered to sit out with our little guy while the rest of us ran the race.  I actually thought it might be kind of fun - definitely out of the box for me - and the kids were over the moon about it.  What's a little mud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules were as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Wear your grungy clothes and old running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Make sure your shoes are double or triple tied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Avoid clothes with pockets, pockets carry extra mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Bring a trash bag, dry clothes and towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Make-shift shower stations available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;(and here comes the best one:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Do not dive head first into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="text_exposed_hide"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mud pit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;This is a FUN RUN so help your neighbor if they get stuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little mud on a nice sunny day would be one thing.  But a LOT of mud on a FREEZING morning (40 degrees) is another! The unseasonably cold temps on Saturday morning had us watching puffs of our own breath float around in the air.   My 2 layers of running pants and three shirts were not keeping me warm while we waited for the race to begin.  What did I get myself in to?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note the difference in facial expressions between myself and the chap in red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-qutWdtkhI/AAAAAAAAAks/oaMy9e6YnAo/s1600/nikki2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-qutWdtkhI/AAAAAAAAAks/oaMy9e6YnAo/s320/nikki2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470376791542436370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-qvDa5BKwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/80Hgp5JVPh0/s1600/will1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-qvDa5BKwI/AAAAAAAAAk0/80Hgp5JVPh0/s320/will1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470377170687830786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-quU1QxOoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/-Qb1uEgF3uA/s1600/charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-quU1QxOoI/AAAAAAAAAkk/-Qb1uEgF3uA/s320/charlie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470376370312919682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And believe it or not, we didn't get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; as muddy as some of the folks who ran this baby.  They may not have dove head first into the pit, but there was definitely evidence of many a belly flops, that's for sure.  And we didn't freeze.  Once we got going, it was better - and pretty funny... and fun.  Getting out of our wet muddy garb in the parking lot was a bit of a challenge, but we managed.  I can only imagine what was going through the attendant's head when we walked into our hotel to check in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-qzIhGfYKI/AAAAAAAAAk8/3LNs8_Lzy5M/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-qzIhGfYKI/AAAAAAAAAk8/3LNs8_Lzy5M/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470381656300806306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-9209905500328536856?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-good-to-mud.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S-qutWdtkhI/AAAAAAAAAks/oaMy9e6YnAo/s72-c/nikki2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-3680277070135364696</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 May 2010 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-03T11:22:46.618-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Will</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baseball</category><title>Baseball Fever</title><description>This weekend I got my first taste of intense, crazy baseball parents and coaches.  While I have to say the experience was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;far&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superior&lt;/span&gt; to the many wrestling meets we've been a part of, I was still a bit shocked after our first day of playing.  Will is part of a local 9-year old baseball team in which he had to try out for to be a member.  I knew it would be a competitive league, and I knew it would be a big commitment, but since he absolutely LOVES baseball, we went for it.  Between Will and Charlie, the practices have pretty much taken over our lives and the supplies have put a dent in our checkbook - BUT they are having a blast and learning a lot - so all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was Will's first game (which also happened to be an all weekend tournament).  We started off Saturday morning by finding out one of our best pitchers broke his arm that morning while riding his bike.  Not Good.  (At this age, pitchers are hard to develop - so this was a major blow). Luckily, we had several others who had been practicing, so our coach still seemed optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first game, the kids played great against an experienced team, and when the ref called the game, we had won 7-5. Our parents and kids were celebrating as the players lined up to shake hands when all of a sudden, a parent from the other team started shouting that we still had five minutes left to play.  Huh? We started the game at 2:15pm, it was currently 3:50 pm, games are 1.5 hours long - so it was OVER. Over! Our ump, who was clueless, started to doubt himself on what time he started the game... was it 2:15pm or 2:25pm?? We had the time documented as 2:15pm, but the other coach's chest started to get all puffy, his face began to resemble the color of his shirt (bright orange), and he started in on the arguing. The ump bowed out to let the coaches figure it out - what?! As more orange shirts joined the fight, it was clear that the other team was *insane*, wasn't going to back down, and planned on bullying us until they got their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we knew, the game had started AGAIN, and we were playing another inning. The kids were confused, the other team was revved up and enraged, and in the end, they beat us by one.  It was totally disgusting.  By the time it was done, our kids had played for over two hours, they were tired and upset... and were late for their next game.  You can imagine how that one went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse, the ump approached our coach afterwards to APOLOGIZE and admit that he was in the wrong... and that it never should have happened that way.  OH GOLLY THANKS.  Try explaining that one to your nine year old.  "Yes honey, you did win, but then you didn't"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With two losses from the first day, we were kicked into the 'Silver' bracket for the following day - but we were okay with that.  The kids played their hearts out despite missing players (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; pitcher got the stomach flu Sunday morning), and the day went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; better.  The kids played great, we had a lot of fun and guess what - WE WON first place! :-)  Great job 9U Vikings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S97agoVyKuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/OIAp9_tWwEw/s1600/baseball"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S97agoVyKuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/OIAp9_tWwEw/s320/baseball" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467047251793816290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-3680277070135364696?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/05/baseball-fever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S97agoVyKuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/OIAp9_tWwEw/s72-c/baseball" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-3739697474568321876</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Apr 2010 12:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-28T08:25:43.988-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diet</category><title>Imma Be</title><description>HEALTHIER. FITTER. SLIMMER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! I committed to it IN WRITING for all the world to see.  I told Ben yesterday that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt; I was going on a 'diet', and I've been mentally gearing up for it for a couple of weeks.  (Maybe that's why I couldn't get enough crappy food crammed in my mouth yesterday??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt; unhealthy, but I could definitely be making better choices for myself and my family.  I used to be *great* about it.  Several years ago, after reading a few books by health experts,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this crazy book below&lt;/span&gt;, I went through my pantry and pretty much threw out all of our food.  I started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; reading labels, shopping in the health food section, ordering hard-to-find products on-line... the whole deal.  Our friends thought we were nuts, but we kept it up for a good couple of years, and we felt great about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9gxBY0D9JI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8fXTWF0a8Ks/s1600/trudeau"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9gxBY0D9JI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8fXTWF0a8Ks/s320/trudeau" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465172047724541074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, we started our business, life got crazy, and suddenly, eating healthy was too hard and too time consuming.  Pretty soon, oreos and chips and other processed food found its way back into our house. I've been feeling bad about it for some time, but I finally hit my breaking point last night as I found myself opening a CAN OF CHEESE SAUCE that Ben had requested last week at a football game, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How come we can't buy this for home?" &lt;/span&gt;It's no wonder that Jacob goes around singing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt; Had a Farm"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-I-E-I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROSS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  What happened here?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is IT. I'm making my grocery list and heading back to the health food section.  It's not going to be easy. My kids are going to complain. A lot. But, I have to do it. I'm also going to start tracking my daily caloric intake, paying special attention to SUGAR!  After attending a Family Fitness Fair at school (which I organized), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pats on back*&lt;/span&gt; :) last weekend, and finding myself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sickened&lt;/span&gt; at the nutritionist's table, I realized it's critical to reduce the amount of sugar my kids consume.  You'd be absolutely shocked to see the actual amount of sugar measured out in front of you that your kids consume!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before anybody freaks out and replies that I don't need to lose weight and all that - hold your typers.  I don't plan on turning into some scary waif.  I would simply like my jeans to fit me properly and to lose the relatively small amounts of lingering blubber on certain areas of my body! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only I could transfer the excess from my thighs to my chest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ndudley/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/ndudley/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-3739697474568321876?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/04/imma-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9gxBY0D9JI/AAAAAAAAAjw/8fXTWF0a8Ks/s72-c/trudeau" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-4217102991231009489</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2010 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-27T11:13:14.343-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Will</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dirtbike</category><title>Idon'tbelieveyou.</title><description>As most of you know, Will loves, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; his dirt bike.  He got his first shiny new dirt bike on his 7th birthday.  I remember being a little nervous with the whole thing, especially when he hopped on it and literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;took off&lt;/span&gt; 10 seconds after receiving it... but over time, as he gained more experience, I became more relaxed with the idea of him riding.  He actually is a good, responsible little rider.  or was.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Day with the new dirt bike 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9b_2hRa1cI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0y0rsHv5ckY/s1600/BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9b_2hRa1cI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0y0rsHv5ckY/s400/BG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464836509970126274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Will has continued to grow, while his dirt bike has not.  Our first thought was to have Will start saving for a new one.  He liked the idea, and began by putting all the money he had (which wasn't much) in a huge glass jar, and eagerly started jumping at the chance to do extra chores to make money.  The money didn't pile up as quickly as Will had hoped, and as we got busier with school and sports, opportunities for money-making became less frequent.  He got discouraged and started to think he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; going to earn enough for a bigger bike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will's been saving for almost a year now, and while he doesn't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;near&lt;/span&gt; enough to pay for a bigger bike, we decided to 'help' him out with the rest after finding a nice used dirt bike for sale.  I found the bike on-line, had my brother in WI pick it up, and my dad brought it back to his cabin about 2 hours from our house. What a great find! Since the kids didn't have school yesterday, we told them we were taking a last-minute trip to Grandma and Grandpa's, and oh-by-the-way we're stopping at Grandpa Larry's cabin too. Sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting with my Dad for about a half hour, he asked the kids if they wanted to see his *new boat* in the shed.  Of course they did! My Dad put on a good show talking about the features of his (NOT NEW) boat - and since Will was only half listening, he didn't catch on.  He was too busy admiring the yellow dirtbike parked to the side of the NOT NEW boat.   The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Wow, Grandpa Larry, you have a dirtbike? I didn't know you liked dirtbikes."&lt;br /&gt;GL: "Oh sure, I ride it around here every once in a while - it's fun."&lt;br /&gt;Will: " WOW. This bike is AWESOME.  I wish I had one like this."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Oh yeah?  You like this one?"&lt;br /&gt;Will: "Yes, this bike is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so cool&lt;/span&gt;. I wish it was mine."&lt;br /&gt;Ben: "Well guess what... That bike IS yours."&lt;br /&gt;Will: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*huge smile*&lt;/span&gt; "WHAT??? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*serious face*&lt;/span&gt; Idon'tbelieveyou."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yup! Happy Birthday early. It's yours!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*huge smile*&lt;/span&gt; "WHOA. This bike is AWESOME!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*serious face*&lt;/span&gt; Idon'tbelieveyou."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For real! It really is!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*huge smile*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cool. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;*unsure smile*&lt;/span&gt; Idon'tbelieveyou.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like this for a bit.  Elation, a big smile and then reality check where he can't believe it's really true.  It was SO CUTE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EARLY 10TH BIRTHDAY WILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9b58uGYYMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/VVYOqu4rOio/s1600/IMG_7498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9b58uGYYMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/VVYOqu4rOio/s400/IMG_7498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464830019422937282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9b59Vo1lmI/AAAAAAAAAjg/xh-H6WC0-eo/s1600/IMG_7503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9b59Vo1lmI/AAAAAAAAAjg/xh-H6WC0-eo/s400/IMG_7503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464830030036440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-4217102991231009489?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/04/idontbelieveyou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9b_2hRa1cI/AAAAAAAAAjo/0y0rsHv5ckY/s72-c/BG.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-1506336591984687791</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Apr 2010 12:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-25T07:40:30.265-05:00</atom:updated><title>A fresh bunch of nothing</title><description>As I sit here this morning, kicking myself for letting my blog go outdated... I can't think of what to write! Even after a glance through my latest pictures... still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around the room - I get Mr. Noodle (nah), Ben on the computer (nope), a tipped over deck chair (nice), rain outside (blech), half eaten cheerios (abandoned on the table - who left them there?), coffee that's getting cold...  I'll be right back - gotta get a new cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what they call writers block?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chew on this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9Q24jL0JPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ADOmHtflubA/s1600/IMG_7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9Q24jL0JPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ADOmHtflubA/s400/IMG_7409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464052593052624114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-1506336591984687791?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/04/fresh-bunch-of-nothing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S9Q24jL0JPI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ADOmHtflubA/s72-c/IMG_7409.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-490411495481554613</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-14T09:27:02.276-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jacob</category><title>Happy Birthday to Jake!</title><description>While we usually tend to go a bit overboard for birthday parties in the Dudley household, we reigned it in this year. With three kids' birthdays to celebrate each year amongst constant kid activities, throwing parties has become a little more difficult! I didn't want his 3rd birthday to go unrecognized, but our schedule simply wouldn't allow for a blow-out - HOWEVER, we did manage to squeeze in a little party Monday night in between all the chaos. He had a great time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;JACOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNLyIefVI/AAAAAAAAAig/PoYpiWEU8mg/s1600/IMG_7417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNLyIefVI/AAAAAAAAAig/PoYpiWEU8mg/s400/IMG_7417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459995725576174930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNMXBS6LI/AAAAAAAAAio/QKFqsjriVk8/s1600/IMG_7418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNMXBS6LI/AAAAAAAAAio/QKFqsjriVk8/s400/IMG_7418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459995735478167730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big breath before the blow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNM1R1B5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/enn4WWFD8fk/s1600/IMG_7425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNM1R1B5I/AAAAAAAAAiw/enn4WWFD8fk/s400/IMG_7425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459995743600576402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chaos! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XPnudMmKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vWZFyzCHnb0/s1600/IMG_7437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XPnudMmKI/AAAAAAAAAjA/vWZFyzCHnb0/s400/IMG_7437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459998404648933538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching the 'hampster' cruise around&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNLKfto2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/2ewpAN7GABI/s1600/IMG_7443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNLKfto2I/AAAAAAAAAiY/2ewpAN7GABI/s400/IMG_7443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459995714936218466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XQk6ibVbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/U_lJcfesCIY/s1600/IMG_7436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XQk6ibVbI/AAAAAAAAAjI/U_lJcfesCIY/s400/IMG_7436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459999455864116658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-490411495481554613?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-to-jake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S8XNLyIefVI/AAAAAAAAAig/PoYpiWEU8mg/s72-c/IMG_7417.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-7467572128052920187</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Mar 2010 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-20T15:30:07.499-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">chickens</category><title /><description>A friend of mine, on several occasions, has commented on how we always have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something going on&lt;/span&gt; here at the Dudley household.  And she's not talking about events to attend or places to be - she is talking about the other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; random '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;' we always have going on in our lives.  And you know what? She's RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the many odd happenings that are out of our control -  like the beaver dam mess, our misadventures in grass planting, our slumber party blunders, our 2 year old tyrant (well, he's sort of in my control - but whatever)... you get the idea -  I do have to admit that we bring SOME of the mayhem upon ourselves. Yeah there, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S6UqhhV4jiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UKh8if1slUY/s1600-h/IMG_6039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S6UqhhV4jiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UKh8if1slUY/s400/IMG_6039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809679376059938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S6UqiJAIkBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/617281761I4/s1600-h/IMG_6035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S6UqiJAIkBI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/617281761I4/s400/IMG_6035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450809690022252562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUP. That's right. We have chicks. And we're not talking 1 or 2... we're talking TWENTY FIVE! A. I thought some would die (nope) and B. I thought it would take a while for them to get big (nope).  Our original goal was to get a group of hens established for eggs, I'm thinking 6-8 would be perfect.  However, when you buy chicks at the local farm store - guess what? - they're not sexed! So you just get a random bunch of who knows what. (We probably got 25 dudes with my luck).  So anyway, with the salesman telling us to get 50 (right), 25 seemed pretty manageable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while 25 teeny tiny twerps in a tub was A-OK last week - believe it or not - they're already starting to get crowded.  They're growing like weeds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next week for another episode of craziness when we attempt to build our own CHICKEN COOP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-7467572128052920187?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-of-mine-on-several-occasions-has.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S6UqhhV4jiI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UKh8if1slUY/s72-c/IMG_6039.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-2216179446177943058</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Mar 2010 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-09T08:37:39.786-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">luck</category><title>Luck. What is it?</title><description>Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about it this morning. With it being March and all, and with me needing a little LUCK today, it's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than randomly finding 20 bucks on the street, winning the lottery or not getting pulled over for speeding, I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; is often overrated.  That's right I said it. I know plenty of people who think of others as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt;, attributing life's successes and failures to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luck&lt;/span&gt; - but what is that really saying? People don't get jobs, catch fly balls, receive promotions, school acceptances, roles in plays, good grades, and opportunities in general because they're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And outside of the random favorable &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(or not)&lt;/span&gt; occurrence, luck boils down to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;Choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about most of my good or bad fortune , I can trace it back to a series of choices I had to make to get the end result. Working hard vs. wasting time. Taking chances vs. playing it safe. Going above and beyond vs. doing only what's required. Being responsible vs. being spontaneous. Doing what's right vs. doing what's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I firmly believe a person mostly controls their own destiny , there's still the small percentage of times when the unexpected THING happens - good or bad.  And because of that small percentage, I find myself sitting here, crossing my fingers, wishing on stars and eating Lucky Charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; for a semi-random positive occurrence today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-2216179446177943058?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/03/luck-what-is-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-2211531999338813747</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-08T12:53:15.159-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><title>Chi-ca-go... Chi-ca-go</title><description>Yesterday marked the last day of our Spring Break. We didn't really have anything planned, but we all had the itch to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;, so we made a spur-of-the-moment trip to Chicago for a few days. While the drive is just about at the maximum length I can tolerate with kids (about 5 hours), it wasn't too bad - and the whole trip turned out to be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we hit a waterpark hotel for our first day &amp;amp; night. Since our break was so early, the waterpark was basically deserted, so we had no lines and all the space we wanted - super!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_usN1VlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4WGLyxjyXJg/s1600-h/IMG_5973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_usN1VlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4WGLyxjyXJg/s400/IMG_5973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446329395750196818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 2, we stopped at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire Zone&lt;/span&gt; where the boys explored a real fire truck, ambulance, hydrants, hoses, etc. They loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VDSXBMM9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/N1_A6n-dHOo/s1600-h/IMG_6998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VDSXBMM9I/AAAAAAAAAh4/N1_A6n-dHOo/s400/IMG_6998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446333307070198738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next stop: LEGOLAND! The kids had a blast constructing and reconstructing lego vehicles, and racing them on the lego track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_vTCU7SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ab1sjBfum6M/s1600-h/IMG_5992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_vTCU7SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ab1sjBfum6M/s400/IMG_5992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446329406170918178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you tell which vehicle I built?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VEOgVoydI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rjAg5i_8sr0/s1600-h/IMG_6000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VEOgVoydI/AAAAAAAAAiA/rjAg5i_8sr0/s400/IMG_6000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446334340364028370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught a 4-D movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_v-qVwXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yUDwOT0XfhQ/s1600-h/IMG_6003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_v-qVwXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yUDwOT0XfhQ/s400/IMG_6003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446329417881469298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We hailed a cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and the entire time Jacob kept shouting, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; IS DRIVING THIS?!?!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_w-EgOCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/SV_puNGvG1c/s1600-h/IMG_6020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_w-EgOCI/AAAAAAAAAhg/SV_puNGvG1c/s400/IMG_6020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446329434902640674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Stop: Sears Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_wYsnREI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JIJMtsfT3IY/s1600-h/IMG_6012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_wYsnREI/AAAAAAAAAhY/JIJMtsfT3IY/s400/IMG_6012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446329424870327362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the 2nd day with an authentic Chicago-Style Pizza down the street from our hotel.  The kids thought it was really fun to walk in the city. The only down side was the pizza took about 45 minutes to bake. Ugh. The kids were a little wild while waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VAsnFIz7I/AAAAAAAAAho/QJAcRLZtcec/s1600-h/IMG_6024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VAsnFIz7I/AAAAAAAAAho/QJAcRLZtcec/s400/IMG_6024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446330459523436466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VAtNffXVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/uJVO86_R6nw/s1600-h/IMG_6028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5VAtNffXVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/uJVO86_R6nw/s400/IMG_6028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446330469834513746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a little more walking around in the city the next morning, we wrapped up our stay with a visit to the Shedd Aquarium.  Unfortunately I forgot my camera in the car, so I have no pictures of it! The kids really liked watching the sharks and searching for all the little creatures in each tank. We even saw a scuba diver in one of the tanks for feeding time - that was pretty cool.  There were SO many exhibits to see, Will claimed he felt sea sick by the end - I kind of did too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are excited to head back for another trip to see and do more of what Chi-town has to offer.  First on their list: PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION!!! Yup - they were BEGGING to ride on a bus or train.  Oh Joy!  Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-2211531999338813747?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/03/chi-ca-go-chi-ca-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S5U_usN1VlI/AAAAAAAAAhA/4WGLyxjyXJg/s72-c/IMG_5973.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-4213558123743766765</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Mar 2010 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-01T07:00:25.493-06:00</atom:updated><title>And now.... the REST of the story</title><description>Well, I'm sure as you probably guessed..... everything turned out just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt;. Will may have been escorting a few foreign dog hairs on his trip home, but other than that he was unscathed - and happy! I have to admit, I was incredibly anxious on my way there to pick him up - I just wanted him back already! And this time, before approaching the property, I took a minute to put on my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;rose colored glasses&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I still saw this on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4uwntDjSBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/k63a8YNkzHQ/s1600-h/farm_junk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4uwntDjSBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/k63a8YNkzHQ/s400/farm_junk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443638770763253778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I tried &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hard to see something different on the inside.  I kept my head down as I burrowed through the porch to the door, making an effort not to notice anything more than I already had.&lt;/span&gt;  Inside, I tried to focus on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; living there, NOT the conditions of which they were living. Birthday Boy's mother happily greeted me and answered all of my questions about bedtime, etc with a smile. Two sisters were busy in the kitchen trying to make a 'special surprise' birthday cake for their brother while mom stood guard to block his view -  that was pretty sweet. And as I peered in the other room looking for Will, (really trying to ignore the wire pen surrounding the wood stove which was heaped to the top with junk) I was happy to see the Birthday Boy enthusiastically playing with the present we'd brought for him. Will was grinning ear to ear as he repacked his bag to go home.  We all exchanged our thank-you's, bid each other good day, and out the door we went.  I quizzed Will a bit more after he got in the car, and other than the part where he told me they dined on bacon from a pig that Birthday Boy's dad had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt;, it all sounded like a typical slumber party.  I slowly backed out of the driveway with my kid and a heavy conscience in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-4213558123743766765?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-now-rest-of-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4uwntDjSBI/AAAAAAAAAg4/k63a8YNkzHQ/s72-c/farm_junk.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-518975750672463349</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T15:18:12.041-06:00</atom:updated><title>Is it 11:00 am yet?</title><description>I've been asking myself that question every ten minutes since 4:00 pm yesterday afternoon when I dropped Will off for a birthday-slumber party.  (ugh. it's only 8:20 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Will came home with the invitation last week, he was happy as a clam.  He couldn't WAIT to attend his classmate's bowling and birthday party. Since I don't know a lot of families yet outside of sports, I started quizzing Will about the birthday boy. Both Will and Charlie attested that he was a nice boy. *good* After examining the class picture, I verified he appeared clean with combed hair. *good* I called and spoke to his mother on the phone - it went well. *good*, and after I agreed he could go, I also found out his mom volunteers in Will's classroom. *good*. So, I wasn't thinking too much about it until yesterday when I was following my GPS trying to find their house. We headed a few miles out of town where the houses started getting farther and farther apart - mainly a farming area.  No biggie.  Of course, none of the homesteads had house numbers on them, so as my GPS target came and went with no house in sight, I started to get a little worried. I kept creeping along, and as the nearest house started to come into view, DREAD filled my whole body. At first glance, I saw something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4p6cp0tw7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/2fSuj1djll8/s1600-h/farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4p6cp0tw7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/2fSuj1djll8/s400/farm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443297732312548274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm exaggerating a little bit here, but the house to my left - the only house around my 'target' was clearly in disrepair.  The siding was falling off, it desperately needed painting, Storm windows were missing, it had rusty chain link fences all over... it was bad.  BAD.  I kept driving... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That cannot be the house, that cannot be the house"&lt;/span&gt;, I chanted to myself as I turned around to go by again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my second pass... I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4p6dOVFZGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KL2iAA2DwaI/s1600-h/farm_cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4p6dOVFZGI/AAAAAAAAAgo/KL2iAA2DwaI/s400/farm_cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443297742111990882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wonderful.  There were like 20 cats perched all over the front of this place. Don't get me wrong, I like cats, but this was ridiculous. They were EVERYWHERE! omg omg omg omg.  I pulled into the next driveway (a different house) and sat trying to collect my thoughts. I double checked my GPS, the party invitation, and surrounding area. It had to be it. Since I wasn't pulling into that place if I didn't have to, the only thing left to do was to call the mom - and hopefully she'd laugh at my bad direction following, and reroute me to a cute little house with a picket fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi there, I think I'm lost..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you driving a black van?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(omg omg omg omg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Do you have a lot of cats outside?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Do you have lots of cats outside?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(laughing) "Ohh hahaha I don't know - probably. It's the white house to your left, blue roof, red truck outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I turned&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the van around and started heading towards catland. As I crept closer, I got the full view of the property, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; time... I saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4p6dul0YMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NrazGjzp8DQ/s1600-h/farm_junk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4p6dul0YMI/AAAAAAAAAgw/NrazGjzp8DQ/s400/farm_junk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443297750772113602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seriously, what was I going to do???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't just keep driving - I was just talking to her on the phone! Aggggghhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled in the curvy driveway, wondering how the heck I was going to get back &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; of the driveway since both sides were barricaded with JUNK. I put the van in park and just sat there. Where's that magic wand when you need it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think think think!&lt;/span&gt; As I started to re-quiz Will in the van (and continued to just sit there), two kids ran out of the house making a beeline for us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think think think!&lt;/span&gt; And before I had time to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack Robinson&lt;/span&gt;, they'd opened our van doors from the outside (drat!), and started harping for Will to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will got out, and I trudged behind him carting the present. We approached the side door and walked through a porch area which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heaped&lt;/span&gt; top to bottom with junk on both sides. omg. And as we stepped into the kitchen, my heart sank as I saw the inside was no better than the out. Clutter EVERYWHERE. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heaps&lt;/span&gt; of clutter. I did a quick scan of my surroundings as I continued to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; think think think!&lt;/span&gt; I could see the sub-floor in parts of the kitchen where the old linoleum was coming off. There were two giant slobbering dogs running around, and one licked me. Blech! I communicated my dislike of licking dogs to the mom and tried to keep a pleasant smile plastered on my face. It was tough. I stalled. I nervously chatted about their bowling plans and reiterated that my cell phone number was in his bag if he needed me (PLEASE NEED ME WILL). She nodded and chatted and happily shoo'd me out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AAAGGGGHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back in the van with a pounding heart.  Questions flooded my head. Why didn't I do more research before agreeing he could go? They can still be a nice family, right? He'll be okay, right? Do I make up some weird excuse and go back and get him? Will he have fleas when he comes home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I called and spoke with Will last night while he was bowling, (and he sounded like he was having a great time) I didn't get the greatest sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it 11:00 am yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-518975750672463349?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-1100-am-yet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4p6cp0tw7I/AAAAAAAAAgg/2fSuj1djll8/s72-c/farm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-3451435048384650561</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Feb 2010 12:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-28T07:13:59.253-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Will</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">basketball</category><title>Nothing but Net! (well...actually rim, but who's counting!)</title><description>Yesterday marked the close of Will's basketball season.  As you know, I've been doing my fair share of complaining about running kids here and there for practices, so I can't say I was too devastated to wave my final &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodbyes&lt;/span&gt; to the YMCA gym. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hasta la vista&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as I sit here and review the past few months in my head, I can't help but be pretty proud of Will and his team.  They went from a group of mostly &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;unsure kids&lt;/span&gt; to a team of passers, dribblers, shooters, screeners and hustlers!  Woot! Even Will got the ball a few times yesterday, and he actually took a shot! (he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; made it too!) And while we still have a lot to learn, &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;hats off&lt;/span&gt; to the BIG improvements our team made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4pqFqSuZpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/VOCax0mpevM/s1600-h/IMG_6961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4pqFqSuZpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/VOCax0mpevM/s400/IMG_6961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443279745115383442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4pqGhZk_oI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dZ-z6r6ef5A/s1600-h/IMG_6959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4pqGhZk_oI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dZ-z6r6ef5A/s400/IMG_6959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443279759908077186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4pqGHpyU0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/otbOCbdVBt4/s1600-h/IMG_6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4pqGHpyU0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/otbOCbdVBt4/s400/IMG_6960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443279752996737858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-3451435048384650561?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-but-net-wellactually-rim-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4pqFqSuZpI/AAAAAAAAAgA/VOCax0mpevM/s72-c/IMG_6961.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-8102178908253234437</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Feb 2010 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-24T08:10:28.293-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">games</category><title>Cereal Knock Out!</title><description>In researching DIY games to play for an upcoming PTO event, I put the kids to 'work' trying a few of them out.  This game was a BIG &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt; with all three kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlie and Will really liked trying to stack all the weird shaped boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyNmJpL9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Vff5sm6e430/s1600-h/IMG_5927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyNmJpL9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Vff5sm6e430/s400/IMG_5927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441810933907795922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding the face into the mix was an added bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyOMunq1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HUjXfCgXBrI/s1600-h/IMG_5929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyOMunq1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/HUjXfCgXBrI/s400/IMG_5929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441810944263433042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;All of them loved knocking them down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyPB5-E2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/V9va6zXYJoU/s1600-h/IMG_5931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyPB5-E2I/AAAAAAAAAf4/V9va6zXYJoU/s400/IMG_5931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441810958538117986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Even Jake put his 'game face' on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyO0G9C_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/FNfhtcaP4oo/s1600-h/IMG_5934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyO0G9C_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/FNfhtcaP4oo/s400/IMG_5934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441810954834480114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-8102178908253234437?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/cereal-knock-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S4UyNmJpL9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/Vff5sm6e430/s72-c/IMG_5927.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-587551024177680399</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2010 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-17T06:42:08.829-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">art</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">school</category><title>Would it, could it, should it?</title><description>I couldn't sleep last night for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Our dog (*grumble*)&lt;br /&gt;2. The last article I read in our local paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that budget cuts were hitting our school, and every other school in Iowa, since the lovely governor made a 10% cut across the board.  I'm sure that looks all great on his pretty little budget paper, but when the particulars are printed in black and white for the paper - it looks just about as horrible as you can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting a million dollars from an annual budget -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; yes that's right! a MILLION!&lt;/span&gt; - causes these wonderful ideas to be put on the table for implementation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- make one of the principals a part time position (what?!)&lt;br /&gt;- cut 8 teachers, resulting in larger class sizes (24 kids isn't large enough already?!)&lt;br /&gt;- eliminate one bus route, causing even LONGER bus rides (we all know how I feel about that!)&lt;br /&gt;- eliminate the ENTIRE elementary art program (I am sick about it!!!)&lt;br /&gt;- eliminate 7th grade athletics&lt;br /&gt;- cut one of the elementary reading coaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since art is at the top of my kid's FAVORITE things to do (and Will wants to be an artist as an adult), I am especially distraught over that cut.  They already only have it once every 6 days, which is less than it was at his old school.  So it got me to thinking... why can't art be a class kids take outside of school, similar to dance?  Would parents pay for it? Could I start a kid's art studio?  Would it make it? Etc, etc etc.  Last year, I looked for such a summer class for our kids when we lived in Cedar Rapids through the community college. It was nothing like what I wanted.  I wanted REAL instruction, like perspective, depth, technique, etc -- not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'sit here and draw whatever you want while I babysit you'&lt;/span&gt; class.  It was a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm mulling all this over in my head.  Would such a place make it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-587551024177680399?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/would-it-could-it-should-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-6400729019068030828</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Feb 2010 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-13T06:29:59.574-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">new house</category><title>Making Friends</title><description>I just did the math in my head, and I figure we've been in our new house for about seven-ish months.  Wow, it doesn't seem like that long.  It has to be true though, because just yesterday I pulled out the ol' paint fan to flip through the 950 thousand or so colors to select something for our hall bath, kids bath and kid's bedrooms.  It's pretty much like clockwork. Every time I've gotten the inkling to paint, it takes me about six months to actually get after it. So here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking about paint Thursday evening while visiting with another mom at basketball practice.  I had every intention of dropping Will off and heading home for the hour and a half, but decided instead to seize the opportunity to make a friend with the only other mom sitting and waiting. I had met her before, but I got the chance to talk to her that night at length and just visit. It was fun! I've really been making an effort to meet and talk with other parents every chance I get. Ben gets annoyed with my questioning him every time he comes home from a kid's practice, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did you talk to any parents?"&lt;/span&gt; His answer is usually "no". Hmph.  I also question our kids a lot - trying to figure out who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; friends are so we can plan some play dates or something.  I feel a little like the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend nazi!&lt;/span&gt; :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I'm feeling pretty good about stuff. Will's having a friend over after basketball this morning, and Charlie's going to a friend's after baseball this afternoon!  Is it no coincidence that I've introduced myself and chatted with both kids' parents at practices?  I think not! It's worrrrking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-6400729019068030828?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/making-friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-7115083865527018690</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-10T07:05:34.371-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birthday</category><title>Happy Birthday to Me</title><description>Yesterday I turned another year older. THIRTY FIVE! Yikes. That's big! I made a point of reminding Ben what a "big" birthday this was, and when he took the kids shopping for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;three hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my behalf, I have to admit - I had some expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the kids were all excited about my birthday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; arriving - they'd been crossing out the days on their calendar every night (how cute!). So when they came marching out with something behind their back yesterday morning with Dad in tow, I was genuinely curious as to what it might be.  *Drumroll* With an uncertain look on his face, Will handed over an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;unwrapped electric toothbrush&lt;/span&gt;. Huh? I looked at Ben for clarification. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's a gag&lt;/span&gt;" he said. Will chimed in, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom, I said it as a joke but then Dad said we should really get it&lt;/span&gt;".  I of  course acted thrilled with the toothbrush and thanked the kids for the gift and cards while sending mental darts at Ben... HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had learned earlier in the week that the kids had a grandiose plan of taking me out to dinner and buying me a cake, but it quickly became clear yesterday that their plan had not been formalized.  I reassured the kids that we'd either buy or make a cake, and that maybe we could go out for lunch since school had been canceled.  That sounded good to them.  After cleaning up our  messy playroom and discussing ideas on how to better utilize the space, we ended up going out for lunch at a new restaurant I suggested.  The food was really good, and the whole experience actually turned out to be fun (sometimes with three kids, dinner out can be the opposite of fun).  With a moderately improved mood, we then headed to the store in search of items to retro-fit our playroom into a play/exercise room... and a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, Charlie listed off all the reasons why he loves me - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so sweet&lt;/span&gt;. And when we got home, Will presented me with a birthday picture he'd been working on all week - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awwwww&lt;/span&gt;.  Ben brought the treadmill in and put together a stand for the new TV, Will and Jake inflated my exercise ball and Charlie completed a segment from my new workout video - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10 Minute Butt &amp;amp; Legs&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we all headed upstairs for cake, and everyone sang their hearts out while we watched the candles burn and spark. We finished off the day by getting in our PJ's and watching an episode of Spongebob on our new little TV in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-7115083865527018690?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-2016304081425478215</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-08T06:38:12.725-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baseball</category><title>Buckle Up!</title><description>Lately, I'm starting to feel the effects of becoming a non-stop shuttle for my kids. I've heard other parents complain about all the running they do to get their kids here and there, but without having done much myself, I can't say I've had much sympathy. My answer was simple: Don't let them go out for so much crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL (*throat clearing*), I now find myself eating my own words. I am getting glimpses of my future with two boys in back to back grades-- playing sports, and it's making me cringe!  Not only does living in the country add time to all my trips, but practices and games are scattered between two towns, making coordination a little difficult. Throw piano lessons in there and it makes it complete. I often find myself asking, "When are we supposed to eat dinner?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as saying "NO". Yeah. Am I really going to look Charlie in his sad little face and tell him he can't go out for baseball (*because they're nuts and started practicing in FEBRUARY*) because he's currently going out for basketball? It's not his fault the seasons are overlapping at this age. Obviously whoever is coordinating baseball doesn't have a kid in basketball right now! But really, it won't matter in the end.  As soon as basketball finishes up, baseball with increase in practices and games... so it's a wash. I just need to just suck it up - and accept the fact that I just added one more hat to my current array... a taxi driver's hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S3AFVPaz_ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/YbqKbhHD9B4/s1600-h/taxi.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S3AFVPaz_ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/YbqKbhHD9B4/s400/taxi.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435850612710571410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-2016304081425478215?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/buckle-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S3AFVPaz_ZI/AAAAAAAAAfY/YbqKbhHD9B4/s72-c/taxi.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-467958713270714788.post-1856363363522569542</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Feb 2010 21:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-03T17:21:20.565-06:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beavers</category><title>Maybe those beavers ain't so bad after all</title><description>I think I might have changed my mind about our &lt;a href="http://dudley5.blogspot.com/search/label/beavers"&gt;beavers&lt;/a&gt;.  I might actually have to take back all the nasty things I've said about them. I said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MIGHT&lt;/span&gt;. I still have yet to see what our beaver pond (aka beaver mess) will look like this Spring, so I can't fully commit quite yet to loving beavers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason for this sudden change of heart came about after last weekend - the older kids and Ben headed outside for some fresh air and ATV riding. Will was riding his dirtbike and Charlie and Ben were on the 4-wheeler.  I could hear them riding all around and yelling and laughing while I hung out cleaning inside while Jacob napped.  On one of my trips in to my bathroom to put away towels, I caught a glimpse out the window of the 4-wheeler doing donuts like crazy out on the FROZEN beaver pond.  Huh?  The kids were hooting and hollering as Ben used his 'zamboni' to smooth out the ice and clear the snow so the kids could play. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jacob woke up, we headed out to see what was going on.  WOW.  I could not believe how cool this little 'skating rink' was. The kids were taking turns running and sliding on the ice - having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; blast.  Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyBIaZcqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hSXfLxs2L60/s1600-h/IMG_6938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyBIaZcqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hSXfLxs2L60/s400/IMG_6938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434140526651208354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyB64T0gI/AAAAAAAAAfI/gf-0kTsHH5Y/s1600-h/IMG_6898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyB64T0gI/AAAAAAAAAfI/gf-0kTsHH5Y/s400/IMG_6898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434140540198441474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyCZkBLLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cHGIr2TtGV8/s1600-h/IMG_6896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyCZkBLLI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/cHGIr2TtGV8/s400/IMG_6896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434140548434832562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyBuOLNdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ScKn51SsFDA/s1600-h/IMG_6934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyBuOLNdI/AAAAAAAAAfA/ScKn51SsFDA/s400/IMG_6934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434140536800490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyApq6OVI/AAAAAAAAAew/EiD-Hi4VRQI/s1600-h/IMG_6902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyApq6OVI/AAAAAAAAAew/EiD-Hi4VRQI/s400/IMG_6902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434140518398966098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now if only we had some ice skates!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Thank you for reading!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/467958713270714788-1856363363522569542?l=dudley5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dudley5.blogspot.com/2010/02/maybe-those-beavers-aint-so-bad-after.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (creARTivity Studio)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7VYNI02a4s/S2nyBIaZcqI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hSXfLxs2L60/s72-c/IMG_6938.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

