<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369</id><updated>2011-08-24T07:00:00.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kelso Moment</title><subtitle type='html'>The Kelso&amp;#39;s: Scott, Susan,
                                                           Jennifer &amp;amp; Elizabeth,
                                                          and Julia the dog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-2983793737911798573</id><published>2009-08-10T10:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:29:05.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love New York!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New York was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently went to New York for my cousin's wedding.  It was my daughter Jennifer, my mom, my aunt Judy and myself.  I knew right from the beginning it was going to be a very fun trip.  It was like traveling with Lucy and Ethel from I Love Lucy!  haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The trip started by Scott driving us to Chicago.  We stayed in a hotel there and then was up bright and early on Mon. August 3rd to catch the plane.  We arrived at the Islp airport in Long Island.  My cousin, Jeni picked us up from there and took us to our hotel.  We were there long enough to unload the luggage and then she took us downtown Port Jefferson, Long Island to get something to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; After eating she had a wedding meeting so we walked around Port Jefferson.  While walking we came to the Chamber of Commerce and after talking to her about our hotel we decided to check out a Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast.  We are so glad we did!  Our B&amp;amp;B landlords were so nice and helpful.  We later ate dinner at the "The Pie".  It was an Italian restaurant.  We walked around for awhile and then called a taxi to take us back to the B&amp;amp;B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While at the B&amp;amp;B mom messed up the remote control for the tv so we had to call Dan, our landlord.  He is a really nice guy, a retired NY cop.  He couldn't figure out what she did so he called his friend who is a big wig at Direct Tv.  Him and his wife came over in like 10 minutes and fixed it in like 2 minutes!  It pays to know what you are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Tuesday we had breakfast at the B &amp;amp; B.  It was really good.  Barb took us to the train station.  We took the two hour train ride to Penn station in NYC.  It was funny because we had to change trains once and boy if you don't know what you are doing you can get lost.  Well, there was this guy with his two boys on the train and after talking amongst ourselves he over heard us talking about knowing when to get off and he said he was going there too.  So we just watched for when he got up.  We followed the man with the red hat to the next train and even sat behind him.  It was kinda stalkish but he just laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After arriving in Penn station we took a taxi to Battery Park.  This is where we caught the ferry to the Statue of Liberty.  After taking pictures and visiting the gift shop we took the ferry to Ellis Island.  It was all so interesting!  Just imagine how awful it would be to come and not speak the language and be hussled into a big room with other strangers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; We then took the ferry back to Battery Park where we bought "designer purses" from the men on the street.  It was alot of fun.  Then we took a taxi to Chinatown where we ate a restaurant that Dan had recommended.  I had plain white rice.  I made the mistake of asking for butter.  At first he didn't know what I wanted and then he finally did and said, "No butter, this Chinese restaurant"  It was funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From there we shopped in Chinatown.  We asked one of the shop owners if she had any designer purses and she took us across the street, down a hall, up some stairs, down a hall and thru a door where there were tons of purses!  We had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After leaving there we had so many bags full of purses that we decided to taxi back to penn station and head back to the B&amp;amp;B.  It was really funny because the train was full so this poor man ended up sitting by us.  Needless to say Aunt Judy told why we were there, where we had been, what we had bought, basically our whole trip thus far.  He didn't seem to mind and laughed along with us.  It did make the train ride go faster!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Wednesday we had to catch the train so early that we didn't have time for breakfast at the B &amp;amp; B.  We took the train into NYC and this time we took a taxi to Time Square.  That was so neat but we didn't have alot of time so we didn't get to see everything.  We also bought a ticket to a Double Decker bus.  That was really interesting, but we didn't get to finish the entire route.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took the train back and got ready for the Rehearsal Dinner/ Out of towners Dinner.  This was held at Chad's dad's house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Thurs Jenn and I left mom and Aunt Judy at the B&amp;amp;B, stopped by the hotel and picked up my cousin Kelsey (she's 13), and we took the train back into NYC.  She wanted a designer purse.  We took a taxi to chinatown.  Boy, was that interesting.  This time we were taken into stores that had hidden doors, down stairs into secret rooms full of purses. Fun shopping!!  We did this about three different times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; We then took a cab to the Empire State Building, not to see that but just to get us closer to our next destination.  We walked the next 21 blocks in 22 minutes!!  We were on a mission!! On our way to our next destination which was the Disney Store, we came upon Trump Towers.  This is something my mom had been wanting to see so we called her and told her we were standing outside of it.  We then went inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We finally got to the disney store and shopped there.  From there we walked to Central Park.  We had a hotdog from a stand there and ate it on a bench in Central Park.  Hey we wanted to say we've been there!  We then took a cab back to Penn station and headed back because Kelsey had to be back for pictures since she was in the wedding.  We accomplished everything we wanted to in the 4 hours that we had.  We had 16 minutes to spare when we got back to Penn station before our train came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After we dropped Kelsey off at her hotel Jenn and I decided to walk to our B &amp;amp; B.  It was really not that far it's just that it was up a hill.  We stopped at each telephone pole to rest before preceding on.  It was funny.  It only took us 11 minutes.  But carrying our purchases up the hill ugh, and it was hot too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then it was time for what we came to New York for in the first place.  The wedding!  We took a cab to Lombardi's for the wedding and reception.  The wedding was beautiful.  Jeni was beautiful.  The reception had so much food for dinner!!! and the desserts...there was one room just for desserts!!!  Jeni also had a painter there to do an abstract painting of the reception.  That was really cool!  I'm in the painting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over all this was a very fun and interesting trip.   Aunt Judy was a riot and had us laughing hysterically each night while in bed.  I'd say more but what happens in New York stays in New York!  hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next time I'll be better prepared for where to shop, what to see, and plan definitely more time to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-2983793737911798573?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2983793737911798573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=2983793737911798573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/2983793737911798573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/2983793737911798573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-new-york.html' title='I love New York!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-488408346001584649</id><published>2009-07-20T10:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T23:15:53.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grenada Mission Trip 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SmSXwXKtUXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lo9IbN-AMdU/s1600-h/CIMG3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SmSXwXKtUXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lo9IbN-AMdU/s200/CIMG3487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360576313586176370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SmSWVfuYTPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gTi8yZSGN38/s1600-h/CIMG3487.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SmSVjLaWA5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/gCckGXg3HA4/s1600-h/CIMG2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SmSVjLaWA5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/gCckGXg3HA4/s200/CIMG2789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360573888068977554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What an awesome trip!  The Lord was with us every step of the way.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left Friday July 10th at 5:30 in the morning from church.  We took two vans to Chicago to catch our flight.  We arrived safely in Chicago, flew to Miami, arriving safely and everyone had there luggage.  We then flew to Grenada, arriving safely and again all of our luggage arrived as well.  One of the other groups that was on our flight did not receive all of their luggage. Oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There was also another group in Grenada at the same time but they came thru Puerto Rico and they had one of their members get stuck in Puerto Rico.  Oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had an absolutely marvelous week.  We had no injuries, no sickness, no sunburn (and no hurricane!) Praise the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The children were amazing.  They were so easy to please.  A piece of candy was like giving them a really big present.  The smiles, the joy, the laughter, the hugs.  They loved having their pictures taken.  I wish I had taken my photo printer so they could've had their picture to take with them.  Maybe next time I'll take it with me.  I'd love to go back to the same place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kerry and Terry Psinas are the missionaries from our church that we went to help with Vacation Bible School.  What an awesome couple!  The love and compassion they have for the people of Grenada is amazing.  The Grenadian believers have so little but they are so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It really makes me appreciate what I have and not complain.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Lord picked our team and we worked amazingly together to pull off a vbs with only 18 workers and an average of 129 kids a day.  Ages were 2 to 18.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our very first day we had 69.  Terry had said to expect 35 kids.  Haha.  O ye of little faith.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the second day we had 105.  The third day we had 129 and 25 kids were no shows!  The fourth day we had 129 and the last day we had 125.  Amazing.  That is not what Terry expected at all!    But the Lord knew!  He had our energetic teens on this team at that church at the right time.  We serve an awesome God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm truly thankful and grateful that the Lord allowed me to go on this trip and can't wait to see what he has in store for me next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you to those that prayed for me and supported me financially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Susan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-488408346001584649?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/488408346001584649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=488408346001584649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/488408346001584649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/488408346001584649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/07/grenada-mission-trip-2009.html' title='Grenada Mission Trip 2009'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SmSXwXKtUXI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lo9IbN-AMdU/s72-c/CIMG3487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-3136683896671901765</id><published>2009-05-27T19:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:11:18.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacationing is great but ...there's no place like home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scott &amp;amp; I went to Negril, Jamaica for our 25th wedding anniversary.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Tho our anniversary really isn't til Sept. 22 we had to go when we could).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left Monday afternoon for Chicago.  The bad thing is I hurt my back cleaning the house before we left.  I was in such pain on the drive up, I couldn't move.  By the time we arrived at our hotel in Chicago I could barely move.  We went to a walmart and bought a heating pad in hopes it would help.  I couldn't believe it.  The last time I hurt my back like that I had to get a shot of pain med and take oral pain meds.  But I didn't have any of that!  So I had to grin and bear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, on Tuesday we had to be at the airport like 4 am because our flight left so early.  I really don't like to fly and now I have this back pain....this was not going to be good.  Our flight was delayed by an hour and half.  Not bad I guess.  We had a couple hour delay in Charlotte North Carolina anyways, so that just took some of that time away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(or so we think).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We finally arrive in Charlotte.  While in the airport we notice this family of three boys and parents.  I'm like please don't let them be sitting by us.  Well, needless to say we had these little bratty boys sitting behind us with their dad &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(who did not make them behave)&lt;/span&gt;.  These boys kicked my seat the entire the entire 3 hour flight.  Not to mention the hour delay we had while sitting in the plane waiting for take off!  Ugh.  This vacation is not starting too well.  But I refuse to let it ruin any of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrive in Jamaica Tuesday afternoon.  We then have an hour and a half drive to our resort from the airport.  But it didn't seem that long because I fell asleep.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We love our resort.  Our room is right by the beach, close to the restaurant, just perfect. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(granted it's not the ritz but we knew that when we booked it, we wanted quaint not luxury)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather is warm, sunny, and beautiful.  We lounged on the beach, walked the beach, floated in the ocean.  Oh, I can just picture it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Boy, do I wish I was there again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We really enjoyed ourselves even tho we did get sunburned and are still peeling!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a very enjoyable time and I'm so glad and thankful that my wonderful husband took me away for a whole week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I will say tho that by the last day, I was missing my family back home and realized that I really like living by my parents, having my girls at home with us, and even missed my silly dog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vacations are nice but there really is no place like home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you to my fabulous husband!!  I love you!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;p.s.  I'll add pictures soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-3136683896671901765?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3136683896671901765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=3136683896671901765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3136683896671901765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3136683896671901765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/05/vacationing-is-great-but-theres-no.html' title='Vacationing is great but ...there&apos;s no place like home!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-1312203076187673944</id><published>2009-05-01T22:23:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:44:23.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One trip down, three to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SfvEjQ0Vp7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GPf7vTeKS_w/s200/CIMG1784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331070694012069810" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Kentucky trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left sunday, April 26th for Lexington Kentucky.  Dad had a convention thing to attend so us girls, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sister &amp;amp; myself) &lt;/span&gt;entertained ourselves.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Monday the weather was absolutely beautiful.  We visited a shaker village which was really interesting.  They don't believe in marriage...everyones  considered brothers and sisters.  Anyways, we ate their famous lemon pie. YUK! can I say it again.?.YUK!  And the portions of food at this restaurant was hilarious.  They were extremely small.  But overall the whole shaker experience was very interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SfvFOZv2N7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/gumyKy4MEhg/s200/CIMG1940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331071435143526322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; From there we went to Old Friends Horse Farm.  This is a farm for retired race horses.  It was very interesting and those horses were beautiful.  One horse was actually saved from the slaughter house because of this farm. The below picture on the left is the horse that was saved.  He is blind and deaf.  The other picture is a race horse that looked like he was posing for the picture. ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SfvF46OKt9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/hVBKttq3shY/s200/CIMG1991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331072165415139282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SfvFiD3k3WI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_Tl6g2VZlFI/s200/CIMG1956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331071772867747170" /&gt;Tuesday we spent the day shopping.  My sister was trying to find a dress.  We were not successful.  Oh well, she has time to find one around here.  We went to a micro brewery in Lexington.  That was really interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wednesday, we went looking for scrapbooking stores.  We drove a half an hour for one and then it wasn't open.  They had really weird hours.  Bummer.  And the other one was obviously just a online servious.  We eventually just spent the rest of the day looking at stores at the Lexington Center while dad was at his meeting cuz he was tired and wasn't going to be too long.  Then we spent the evening scrapping, because we had brought our stuff with us to work on our albums.  Very productive evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We did go to one Scrapbooking store in Lexington on either Sunday or monday I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday we headed home. Thank God for GPS it made the trip so much easier to navigate around.  We came home a different way, using the GPS, we headed to a scrapbooking store.  We spent an hour there before getting back on the road for home.  The usual 51/2 to 6 hour trip is always longer with dad because he has potty breaks every hour &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(which I don't mind, cuz I go too.  haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all it was an enjoyable trip.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had mostly nice weather, dad did fine sleeping, we were able to scrap, shop, eat and explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks mom and dad for letting me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-1312203076187673944?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1312203076187673944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=1312203076187673944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/1312203076187673944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/1312203076187673944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-trip-down-three-to-go.html' title='One trip down, three to go!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SfvEjQ0Vp7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/GPf7vTeKS_w/s72-c/CIMG1784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-8779836984304106375</id><published>2009-04-17T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:26:16.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow up to Travel or not to Travel blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it's been awhile since I've blogged.  Alot of plans are falling into place now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Decisions have been made, prayers have been answered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my other blog alot was up in the air about where I was going to be able to go so here's what's happened since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom, dad, Sandy, and myself leave for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lexington, Kentucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunday April 26th until Wednesday April 29th&lt;/span&gt;.  Not sure what we are going to do while dad's at his convention thing, but we'll probably hit the scrapbooking store there in Lexington.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Scott &amp;amp; I are going on a trip for our 25th anniversary!!!!  We leave &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tues. May 12th and return tues. May 19th.&lt;/span&gt;  We are going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Negril, Jamaica. &lt;/span&gt; Sun, here I come!!  Our anniversary really isn't until Sept. but we wanted to avoid hurricane season.  Start praying now for safety, etc.  (I hate flying!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;July 11th- 18th&lt;/span&gt;, Liz and I are going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Grenada&lt;/span&gt; with our church youth group on a mission trip.  Please pray for all the funds to come in for this trip.  We have to contribute so much and raise the rest by sending out support letters. It's expensive: $1600 each but I know it's nothing to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;August 3rd thru the 7th&lt;/span&gt;, Jenn, my mom, my Aunt Judy and myself are flying to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Port Jefferson, Long Island&lt;/span&gt; for my cousin, Jeni's wedding on the 6th.  We are totally excited!!! Jenn has been searching on line for things to do in New York.  She's gotten books from the library.  She's even making a cd of music with songs about New York to get us all thinking about the trip!! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So everything I wanted to do this year is coming true!  Well, almost Jenn keeps saying we need to go to Disneyworld in December. Ha.  I think it will have to wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, those are the plans.  I've been working extra hours trying to save for the different trips.  The Lord has been answering my prayers for the extra hours. PTL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for praying! Keep it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-8779836984304106375?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8779836984304106375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=8779836984304106375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/8779836984304106375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/8779836984304106375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/04/follow-up-to-travel-or-not-to-travel.html' title='Follow up to Travel or not to Travel blog'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-831699035952881280</id><published>2009-03-05T21:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:05:06.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's in a name?  I think alot.  My daughter just told me she changed her facebook name to Jenn Kelso instead of Jennifer Kelso.  I told her I had noticed.  I asked her why?  Her response was that noone really calls her Jennifer.  Then she added, well, except me, except sometimes Luke, sometimes Whitney, ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So actually people do use her name.  It's a pretty name.  A name that was given alot of thought.  We had originally named her Jennifer so that we could call her Jenny, but then when we saw her we just couldn't do it.  She was Jennifer.  Our beautiful baby girl, Jennifer Kathleen.  Oh, don't get me wrong, we do call her Jenn.  But just never had her identified like that on facebook or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our other daughter is Elizabeth.  It was always Elizabeth. or even Eliz, but never, never Liz or Lizzie.  Well, not anymore.  For some reason she's just Liz.  How odd that we let that happen.  She too has a beautiful name...Elizabeth Kristine.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I guess it doesn't change who they are, it doesn't change our love for them.  I guess they are still our beautiful baby girls whether they shorten their names or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what is in a name?  Whether it's Jenn or Liz  ...it's still them.  The fun loving christian girls the Lord gave us,  God's special gifts to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-831699035952881280?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/831699035952881280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=831699035952881280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/831699035952881280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/831699035952881280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-7347747714332821465</id><published>2009-03-02T14:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:01:10.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to travel or not to travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been awhile since I've blogged.  Sorry about that.  But I've been busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went with my parents and my sister to St. Louis, Missouri.  We had a marvelous time.  While dad was at his convention thing, us girls had some girl time.  Sandy got her hair cut and highlighted at a shop in the mall. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(brave girl!)&lt;/span&gt;  Then all three of us had our face done at Sephora's.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My new favorite place).&lt;/span&gt;  Oh, before that I had my cartlidge pierced, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(something I've always wanted to do!, thanks mom). &lt;/span&gt; It was just a fun time.  We went to several scrapbooking stores which was the original goal we had planned on, not all the makeover stuff.  But hey, we're flexible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now my travel plans are starting to really mount up.  I may go with my parents and sister to Lexington, Kentucky in April. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dad has a convention thing there, we drive him there and then shop).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then in July, I may go with Liz and the youth group on a mission trip to Grenada....I need prayer on this!  It would take a bit of money!!  Not that God isn't able to provide it.  But it'll be over $1000 each for Liz &amp;amp; I to go.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pray!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then in August, my mom wants to go to my cousin Jeni's wedding in New York.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really want to go!! &lt;/span&gt; So we are checking on flight plans but we'd have to be making arrangements soon so we get a good price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The one thing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm really bummed&lt;/span&gt; about is Scott &amp;amp; I's 25th anniversary plans have been put on hold.  He doesn't think we'll be able to go because of his work.  (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that happened on our 20th too). &lt;/span&gt;   He's suppose to take me to a beach...out of the country.  He keeps threatening me with the fact that the Illinois river has a beach.  HaHa. YUK!  I think not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So needless to say I need alot of prayer.  Safety, financially, health...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, I'll keep you all posted on the travel plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-7347747714332821465?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7347747714332821465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=7347747714332821465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7347747714332821465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7347747714332821465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-travel-or-not-to-travel.html' title='to travel or not to travel'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-6540802870383148469</id><published>2009-01-27T10:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:10:45.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video that should be life changing</title><content type='html'>Check out the video listed on the column to the left of this post, under  LINKS&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's  awesome.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-6540802870383148469?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6540802870383148469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=6540802870383148469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/6540802870383148469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/6540802870383148469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/must-see-video.html' title='Video that should be life changing'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-3852694460494789044</id><published>2009-01-21T07:32:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:19:56.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I sent my mom &amp;amp; dad the following e-mail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You are winners!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just because you are such fun and exciting people you've been chosen to host an overnighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A special guest will be yours to entertain late monday night and all day tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Arrival time will be determined later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But aren't you excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;No special treatment is expected, you don't have to roll out the red carpet, or blow up balloons, just have a warm fire and hot chocolate ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You can request not to have the guest but expect tears and screams of disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;If you choose to deny this guest please do so by e-mail so the disappointment won't be as devastating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);  font-style: italic;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Read the fine print:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;please supply food, bedding, tv, phone service, computer and hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;guest may cancel at anytime due to travel arrangements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-style: italic;font-family:'courier new';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;She responded by e-mail saying they would accept the guest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I had to e-mail again saying that they were extra lucky because they were actually getting two guests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jenn &amp;amp; I were going to go over after working out at the gym to spend the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we pulled into the driveway, we looked and there was a note on the door saying:  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Closed due to illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;It was too funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We went in anyways, obviously.  Then my mom was telling me how she told my dad by reading him the e-mail.  She hadn't told him who it was from so when she was reading the e-mail saying they were winners, he said just throw it away because they get contest winner e-mails all the time.  TOO FUNNY! She then told him it was us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We stayed up way too late as we usually do when we are there, but it's always worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I did learn that next time I'm leaving Jenn at home.  I get more attention when she's not there. haha. We wanted two different things for breakfast, my mom ended making Jenn's and I had to make my own.  (totally not fair! haha)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jenn said I was the booby prize and she was the grand prize. NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was still fun, being lazy in my pj's, helping mom organize her scrapbooking room, hanging with the parents who would have thunk it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh, did I mention she made us watch the inauguration all day because after all it was "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;history in the making."&lt;/span&gt; (Well, we did watch some of it but not all, I think dad slept thru most of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks mom &amp;amp; dad for letting us come over and just hang out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love ya both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Susan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-3852694460494789044?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3852694460494789044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=3852694460494789044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3852694460494789044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3852694460494789044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/winners.html' title='Winners!'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-3914524481444675438</id><published>2009-01-09T18:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:19:10.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My baby brothers birthday party is tonight.  His actual birthday was Wednesday the 7th, but we were unable to celebrate then because my dad was in the hospital. (yuk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, this blog is about my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I get older I don't remember as much about when he was born but I do know that I was totally excited!  I wanted a brother.  My sister wanted a girl, but not me.  I wanted a brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't really express the love I have for him.  He will just always, always be extra special to me.  I can't explain it but I think he's the greatest thing.  Sometimes he frustrates me, things he does boggles my mind but it really makes no difference because I love him anyways.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He may be 35 but he'll always be my baby brother.  I can't imagine life without him.  I'll always pray for, protect and love him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I've got to go now and get to the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you Sam!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Susan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-3914524481444675438?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3914524481444675438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=3914524481444675438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3914524481444675438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3914524481444675438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2009/01/brothers-birthday.html' title='Brother&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-2230578776605017511</id><published>2008-12-15T20:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:22:11.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a sleepover at mom &amp; dad's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I spent the night at mom &amp;amp; dad's last night.  I love doing that.  It's just a fun and relaxing time.  Not sure why I really say relaxing because it's not like I get alot of sleep. haha.  Mom &amp;amp; I always seem to get busy doing something and end up staying up late.  Then you have the midnight walker. Ha ha.  That's my dad, he's up and down all night long.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I sleep in the living room ... need I say more?) &lt;/span&gt;Morning comes early even tho we didn't get to bed till late.  There's no sleeping in believe me.   But that's okay.  I didn't come to sleep in, but to spend time with them.  And of course have breakfast made for me. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Today, while mom was baking banana bread, I ran the vacuum around the house, cleaned the bathroom - and decided NO MORE POWDER for dad.  I've banned powder - even left a sticky note on the bathroom mirror for dad saying "no powder in the bathroom!"  It's unbelievable how it gets everywhere.  I told him it wasn't good for him.  It probably clogs his hearing aids, his lungs, even his nose hairs.  He didn't seem to believe me.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Mom and I ran to the bank, the post office, and Kohl's while some of the bread was baking.  It was a quick trip.  We thought so, but Sam (my brother) was sure to let us know that he got the bread out of the oven while we were gone otherwise it would've burnt.  Really, we weren't gone that long. hmmmm. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two women alone in a store...well, maybe we took longer then we thought, ha ha) &lt;/span&gt; Anyways when we got home, we printed off some pictures on mom's personal photo printer, a christmas present from my dad, (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she opened it early, we had to make sure it was a good one!) ( and boy, do I want one now!)&lt;/span&gt;.  Scott arrived to pick me earlier than anticipated so I didn't get to do mom's checkbook on the computer.  I'll have to do that next time I go over.   Probably Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; dad, thanks for letting me spend the night.  Love ya both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-2230578776605017511?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2230578776605017511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=2230578776605017511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/2230578776605017511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/2230578776605017511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleepover-at-mom-dads.html' title='a sleepover at mom &amp; dad&apos;s'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-8428185302446029758</id><published>2008-12-11T19:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:35:39.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the It's a joy post</title><content type='html'>The girls are now in business!  They sat down one evening and began making headbands for themselves, which I posted about below.&lt;div&gt;They named their business &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sweet Pea Designs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  They've got a blog which you can follow and order. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Check out the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; link&lt;/span&gt; I've listed here on my blog or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; type in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.sweet-peadesigns.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How exciting for them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-8428185302446029758?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8428185302446029758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=8428185302446029758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/8428185302446029758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/8428185302446029758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-on-crafty-girls-post.html' title='Update on the It&apos;s a joy post'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-2366266525077112655</id><published>2008-12-11T15:11:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:02:22.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Traditions</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the many traditions we have as a family.&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are some:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nov&lt;/span&gt;. - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Birthday parties: Mine, Liz's - a friend one &amp;amp; a family one, Jenn's - a friend one &amp;amp; a family one, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when the girls were young I'd have a theme friend party.  It was really fun to plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Thanksgiving at mom's - sometimes it's with all the extended family, sometimes not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. At thanksgiving we would always make containers of left overs for Uncle Rick to take home.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We really missed doing that this year.  It was hard to not have him with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. At thanksgiving taking a traditional picture of Uncle Rick, sometimes he's asleep in a chair otherwise he's watching the football game.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Those pictures will be treasured now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUGPvx7EqJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/98027lHi9dI/s200/019_19.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278658289272662162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Uncle Rick &amp;amp; Uncle John before the game starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Nov. 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUGidM3wb-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/3QtPLjwpBvc/s200/CIMG0500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278678860809924578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Setting up the Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenn wasn't too thrilled this year because we didn't decorate with the "traditional" ornaments.  I themed the tree this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This is Jenn putting on her traditional "one" ornament for pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUGjC18JuiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KRDTjl9JCgo/s200/CIMG0707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278679507489372706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dec. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. setting up for the Adult Christmas Party at church.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It takes longer to set up then to take it down.  But boy do we have fun.  The girls help too.  We've been doing this for years.  Some years we've been at church til 3am just setting up and decorating. Fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This picture shows the gym after it is decorated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUGkepYujPI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ezWELr7osPw/s200/CIMG0766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278681084667530482" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. going to mom's to make cookies the first week of Dec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. family christmas party at mom and dad's.  Alot of the extended family come.  We exchange $5 gifts.  We like to see who gets the neatest gift for $5.  We have cookies and other finger foods. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(I'll miss Uncle Rick being there.  This is really going to be a hard season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.  "Santa" comes to our house on the 24th in the morning.  We started this years and years ago when the girls were little so they could play with their toys before going to mom and dad's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5.  Spend the night Christmas Eve at mom and dad's.  We play games, snack, watch movies, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6.  Open presents and just hang out at mom and dad's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The one tradition I really miss is walking across the street to Grandma's on Christmas morning.  We would walk over in our pj's to take Grandma and Grandpa Combs' to give them their gifts.  O good memories!!! I miss you Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Sarah spends a week with us sometime during christmas break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9.  New Years Eve - we go to mom and dad's to play games. And then it's tradition to take pots &amp;amp; pans and bang them outside at midnight. oh boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March or April-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Easter : hide the Easter Baskets.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We still do this even tho the girls are extremely too old for this.  I've included Luke, by having a basket hidden for him. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.  Easter dinner at mom &amp;amp; dad's after attending Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Mother's Day - We go out to eat!  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mothers shouldn't have to cook on that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Memorial day picnic at mom &amp;amp; dad's usually.  Sometimes extended family too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. for the Fourth of July we have picnic at mom &amp;amp; dad's.  We used to have it our house before we moved. (we had a pool then)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. watching the fireworks from the Caterpillar parking lot.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We always go early so to get a specific parking spot. ha ha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Sarah (she's our "other" daughter)  comes for the 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. We buy matching 4th of July shirts for Scott, me, Jenn, Liz, Sarah, and Luke.  Last year we also included Heather.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We always take a pix in the shirts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUGmEl_qpSI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dtxJwFSfbFY/s200/HPIM7602.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278682836103767330" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;July 4, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sept.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.  for our anniversary we go away for the weekend.  Usually to somewhere amish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Pumpkin Festival - we design the float, the church booth, work the booth, walk the parade, work the food tent.  It's alot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sure there's more but that's the ones I can think of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;wow, as I look back &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Lord&lt;/span&gt; has truly blessed me with many memories and with my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-2366266525077112655?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2366266525077112655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=2366266525077112655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/2366266525077112655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/2366266525077112655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/traditions.html' title='Traditions'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUGPvx7EqJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/98027lHi9dI/s72-c/019_19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-5264583369714521020</id><published>2008-12-08T19:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:42:41.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cookies, It's a tradition</title><content type='html'>Liz and I spent the night at mom and dad's sunday night.  (Jenn had to go to work in the morning so she didn't spend the night).  It started out as just me spending the night, so Mom and I spent the afternoon doing a little online christmas shopping.  Eventually our necks were stiff, and we decided to go to the store to shop.  We found some great deals!  By the time we got back Liz &amp;amp; Jenn were there.  Liz had decided to spend the night and Jenn just came for awhile.  We made up some cookie dough to be put in the frig.  And then mom &amp;amp; I did a little more online shopping.  Then we watched the christmas movie "Elf" until midnight.  Mom actually stayed awake and I fell asleep.  That's probably a first!&lt;div&gt;Then Monday morning it was cookie time!!  Sandy &amp;amp; Dalton came, Jenn came from work, and Liz rolled out of bed.  We made sugar cookies -(also known as cut-out cookies), snickerdoodles, and chocolate crinkles. YUM!  Then we divide them up between three of us.  Easier than making cookies by yourself - not to mention alot more fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad &amp;amp; Sam would sneak in and take a cookie every once in a while.  They both thought they were being sneaking but they weren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after all the baking, Jenn, Liz, Mom &amp;amp; I went shopping. Oh, I love Christmas time and finding the best bargains!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love our special cookie baking day!  It's a tradition we started years ago and I hope that we can continue it for many years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-5264583369714521020?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5264583369714521020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=5264583369714521020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/5264583369714521020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/5264583369714521020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cookies-its-tradition.html' title='Christmas Cookies, It&apos;s a tradition'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-7365491232249194590</id><published>2008-11-29T21:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:26:19.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUG9ni9ayqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/60XPPoiqD44/s1600-h/CIMG0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUG9ni9ayqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/60XPPoiqD44/s200/CIMG0509.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278708725351893666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUG9bpuqGkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EUzWoIdOJVU/s1600-h/CIMG0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUG9bpuqGkI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EUzWoIdOJVU/s200/CIMG0510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278708521010600514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUG9RSUQEcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xQxXnyPlOZs/s1600-h/CIMG0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUG9RSUQEcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/xQxXnyPlOZs/s200/CIMG0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278708342927135170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pure joy to see the girls sitting at the table creating.  As a crafty type of person, it's neat to see the girls have fun with their girl friend and just creating, using a glue gun, and taking joy in what they've created.  I guess you're never to old to learn new things!  They tried to get me to join in but I thought I'd just let them create and I'd just sit back and listen.  Ha ha it was fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-7365491232249194590?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7365491232249194590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=7365491232249194590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7365491232249194590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7365491232249194590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/joy.html' title='A Joy'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SUG9ni9ayqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/60XPPoiqD44/s72-c/CIMG0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-7280838998712141472</id><published>2008-11-26T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:08:41.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving I figured now was a good time to reflect on what I'm thankful for. So here goes:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First I'm thankful for my heavenly father who loves me unconditionally&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; for my husband of 24 years and my best friend, (he's on vacation this week...when's he going back? ha ha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for my girls: their smiles, laughter, teasing, drama, need I say more about them, ha,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; for my parents and the love and guidance they've always given me,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; for my sister &amp;amp; brother: for the love &amp;amp; memories,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; for my in-laws: for their love and help thru the years, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for my Pastor &amp;amp; his wife: they've been such a spiritual influence on my life,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; for my memories of Grandma: oh, how I miss you!!! and Grandpa too,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I'm thankful for my cousin Jeni and our renewed relationship: we missed out on alot growing up but we are making up for it now! I love her sweet smile and laughter, her positive attitude thru all her ups and downs, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for my friend Tammy: our relationship is special, like an extra sister (did I really want one?  I don't know. ha ha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for Sarah: my other daughter, who holds a special place in my heart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for Luke: my daughter's boyfriend, (just remember we can always dig a hole in the back yard if you hurt her, ha ha), he's like the son I didn't have (and maybe didn't want? ha ha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my job:  I love most of the kids there!  Too many to mention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;for the time I had with Uncle Rick the weekend before he died.  I miss you, especially tomorrow at Thanksgiving.  It won't be the same without you!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there's more but I think that's good for now.  I hope everyone that reads this takes time to thank God for the things they are thankful for.  May God bless you this thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-7280838998712141472?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7280838998712141472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=7280838998712141472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7280838998712141472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7280838998712141472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-3682845361734844945</id><published>2008-11-25T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:13:09.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>21 years ago</title><content type='html'>Wow, hard to believe 21 years ago today, Scott &amp;amp; I were blessed with a beautiful baby girl.  She's 21 now and still our beautiful baby girl.  I'm not sure when I changed from being the mom to being the friend.  At least I hope that's how she sees me.  Well, maybe a "mom-friend".  I like it.  (most days) ha.  I really don't like change but I know there's not much I can do about it.  That's what life is...always changing.  But I'm thankful the Lord sees me thru each change.  It's thanksgiving time so what better time to say, "Thank you Lord for our special blessings, Jennifer &amp;amp; Elizabeth."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-3682845361734844945?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3682845361734844945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=3682845361734844945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3682845361734844945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/3682845361734844945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/21-years-ago.html' title='21 years ago'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3831926024436356369.post-7628664732476448639</id><published>2008-11-23T21:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:42:41.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Nest?</title><content type='html'>Is this what it will be like when I have an empty nest?  Boredom. Wondering what I should do? Boy, do I dread the day when I really have an empty nest.  Right now the girls, (age 21 &amp;amp; 17) are at a friends house.  Of course, last night they were all here.  They had a NBA Draft night, go figure.  But I took pictures and dropped in every once in awhile to see what was going on (they were in the basement) and of course I had to  grab some of their snacks! ha. &lt;div&gt;Well, really I guess it will just be another phase in the Kelso household.  The Lord knows when it'll happen and I'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still figuring out this whole blog thing so....bare with me as I change things up as I learn more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3831926024436356369-7628664732476448639?l=kelsomoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7628664732476448639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3831926024436356369&amp;postID=7628664732476448639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7628664732476448639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3831926024436356369/posts/default/7628664732476448639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelsomoment.blogspot.com/2008/11/empty-nest.html' title='Empty Nest?'/><author><name>Susan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12733334116787470553</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4LHRaBsSvsM/SSzNTMSP-MI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZiP8tS2evy0/S220/CIMG0401.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
