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I was in the pottery area most of the time. This is the area I am in charge of. I think all the parents drop their kids off her and then go listen to stories. We sure had a lot of kids this year. The potters that come are so great with the kids! They help the kids make a clay pot. The kids get to decide what size and shape the pot is. Every year I say I am going to take a pottery class so that I know more about the process. Here's hoping that I get a class in sometime this year!&lt;br /&gt;
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First off, I was on time to the airport so no stress there. I kept wondering if I had forgotten anything, because I almost always do, but no I was in the clear there as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found my seat on the plane, right between a really cute guy on my right and a little bit of a nerd on my left. The cute one decided he would rather sleep than talk to me, and the nerd decided he would rather read. But hey you all know me I'm not much of a talker and I generally put my foot in my mouth anyway - Is there a cure for that?&lt;br /&gt;
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The flight attendant announces that we need to put our seat in the upright position, and put our seat belt on. PROBLEM- the cute guy is sitting on one half of my seat belt and he is still sleeping! I sit there thinking, what to do, what to do! Finally I just get up the nerve and wake him up! Oops, turns out he isn't sitting on my seat belt, mine had an extender on it so I didn't recognize it as my other half. I feel dumb, but get over it quickly!&lt;br /&gt;
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I swear it felt like we had been just sitting on the plane for 20 or so minutes. There was no air on, it was starting to get really hot, someone just let a stinker (both guys are now pretending to sleep - I'm sure it was one of them) and there was no window to roll down. The pilot comes on and announces they had to fix a problem with a flap, but that we would now be on our way. PROBLEM! I only have a 38 minute lay over in Vegas and I now have 9 minutes to make it to my next flight! Not that I wouldn't want them to fix the flap! it's just at this point I begin to panic!&lt;br /&gt;
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I &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; to stay calm and call a flight attendant over to ask what I am to do if I miss the flight, I have never been in this situation before. Her advise is to talk to the clerks on the ground and that we might make up time in the air. At this point I feel tears welling up in my eyes, (I can be such an emotional person) I keep trying to tell myself I am fine, breath. But no the flight attendant keeps talking and won't go away so the tears keep coming as I'm thinking just go, just go, just go. Finally she leaves and I pull myself together. There is a screen on the seat in front of me that I can watch the progress of the flight, after about 10 minutes of watching,&amp;nbsp; I just shut it off because according to the data I now have 3 minutes to make my connecting flight and my nerves can't handle it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We eventually did make up time and landed with 15 minutes to my next flight, with a sigh of relief, until it takes 7 minutes to taxi across to our unloading dock, and yes I am watching the clock this whole time. The pilot gets on and announces to please let those who have a tight connection flight to Atlanta to exit first --thank you, I hope that helps! By the time we got to the dock many have forgotten to let us off first, so I have to wiggle my way to the front. Only one person seemed annoyed that I wanted to get past him - really some people!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am running like a mad woman down the breeze way thinking there is no way I going to make this flight. I get to the opening, start scanning all the doors for gate 41 to Atlanta, and quickly realize that I have exited from gate 40. I see the line of boarding passengers at Gate 41 and casually walk to the end of the line trying to seem cool, hoping no one has noticed my crazy, panicked demeanor!&amp;nbsp; I'm good, I made it - I CAN'T BELIEVE I MADE IT! What are the chances that the two gates that I needed would be right next to on another.&lt;br /&gt;
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I settle into my next flight when the pilot announces that a few panels may have been miss placed on the plane and they wanted to check them. PROBLEM - I still have one more flight to catch when I get to Atlanta, but I no longer have any energy to panic and figure what is going to happen is going to happen. Twenty minutes later we are on our way. I play the trivia game on the screen in front of me most of the flight and am happy to say that I ended every game in the top 10, there where only about 26 people playing at all times, but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I get to Atlanta with an hour to spare. I head out to find my departure gate first, because Atlanta is a pretty big airport. I get to concourse D look down at my ticket to see what gate I need and realize I need to be at concourse C - PROBLEM!&amp;nbsp; Just Lovely - I wind my way back to the other side of the airport, and find the right gate on the right concourse -Yeah! I head to the restroom not fully awake, avoid going into the men's room by inches- they need to mark those better! Go get something to eat. Head back to my gate, see a girl coming out of the men's room looking a little dazed and confused, as the custodians laugh nearby - it must happen often - they really do need to mark those better.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am now sitting at my gate waiting for them to announce they are boarding when instead they announce the flight will be delayed by 25 minutes because they need to change a tire, I'm not really surprised at this point and am glad they decided to change it before they loaded us- gotta look for the positive! It would have been worse to sit on a cramped plane for 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are finally up in the air to my final destination, Jonesborough Tennessee! We are in a small prop plane, about a 20 seater. I generally do not like these planes because you feel every drop and bump. And turbulence we felt! At one point the plane wasn't just rocking back and forth, we were rolling back and forth, it does a number on your nerves. It was so bad that I grabbed the seat in front of me to try to stop the plane from rolling, I'm sure it helped to! We hit a few more bumps and then finally land.&lt;br /&gt;
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I head to the baggage claim, and watched as everyone else found and retrieved their bags. The conveyor belt was still moving but no new bags were coming off! My bag didn't make it to Jonesborough because at this point WHY NOT!&lt;br /&gt;
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I talked to the attendees who said it may come in on a later flight and they would deliver it to my hotel if it did. My mother comes to pick me up, we go to a lovely dinner at the Chop House -mmmmm, so good! We Head to the hotel, still no bag. I'm sitting on the bed wondering out loud what I am going to sleep in, as my mother suggests I make a dash for it from the bathroom to the bed in my underclothing. We were sharing the room with 2 other ladies and I thought they might not appreciate this. The phone rings, my bag is here!!!! RELIEF&lt;br /&gt;
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I decide to head to the hotel gym to run off some stress. I only get to run for 1/2 hour.&amp;nbsp; I would have liked to run longer, but they close the gym down at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jonesborough is a really darling small town. I have decided that it is a really cute place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here, for different reasons. Mostly I have decided that so called Southern Charm isn't that appealing to me, or at least what I have seen of it. Announcing to your spouse, but loud enough for a 20 foot radius, that you are heading to the bathroom, is not charming. My hometown has it's&amp;nbsp; quirks too. It really comes down to what you have grown up with and are accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few of the girls that went, Molly, Robin, and Nan (there were eight of us total this year) The man to Nan's left was hitting on her! It was pretty funny to hear their conversation (keep in mind Nan is married and a mother to 6 and wanted nothing to do with it) One of the reasons I love going to Nationals is to get to know others on the Timpanogos Storytelling Committee better&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is my favorite shop in town. The Christmas Shoppe on Main. It is Christmas year round. I always buy a few ornaments to add to my collection. I like to find the ornaments that are a bit different.&lt;br /&gt;
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I got to hear &lt;a href="http://www.augusthouse.com/index.cfm?md=Content&amp;amp;sd=AuthorsAndArtists&amp;amp;MainPage=Bios&amp;amp;PageName=EdStivender"&gt;Ed Stivender&lt;/a&gt; interview &lt;a href="http://www.buck-dog.com/"&gt;Bil Lepp&lt;/a&gt; at the indoor theater. They were so funny together and played off of each other so well. No pictures were allowed of the performance so I just took a picture of the stage. Bil's advice was to write down the 3 dumbest things you do each day and you will eventually get a good story out of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the most part once we got to the event it was fun, it is always fun. The audience was mostly of the older generation and a bit cranky. They announced at the beginning of one of the sessions that if you are going to open a bag of chips, to please do so before the show starts and the audience clapped. This was an outdoor event, so I thought that was a bit over kill. Can't imagine what they would think if they went to an LDS ward on Sunday Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Some things I learned this weekend:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
1. Long layovers are not necessarily a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Beautiful, but wouldn't want to live there.&lt;br /&gt;
3. I need to approach &amp;amp; talk to people more - not really a new flash!&lt;br /&gt;
4. Southern people are a bit crude, and Utahans are a bit prude.&lt;br /&gt;
(I think I lay somewhere in between) &lt;br /&gt;
5. People need to take a chill pill!&lt;br /&gt;
6. Grateful for my non-smoking surroundings!&lt;br /&gt;
7. Take off&amp;nbsp; from work the day after I get back! &lt;br /&gt;
(I went to work exhausted and a bit grumpy)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Well Jonesborough, until next time!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqqVe1z2eI/AAAAAAAAAls/SlseOIBd-7s/s1600-h/qs9.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389307190134954466" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqqVe1z2eI/AAAAAAAAAls/SlseOIBd-7s/s400/qs9.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the colors in this one! I went to the show with my mom  and she to thought this one looked like me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqqU-s1DCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/aSgQXY1NJRk/s1600-h/qs5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389307181507349538" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqqU-s1DCI/AAAAAAAAAlk/aSgQXY1NJRk/s400/qs5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a folk band playing in the corner to set the mood.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqqUlnCCvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WoPBQPjVhQU/s1600-h/qs4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389307174772148978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqqUlnCCvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WoPBQPjVhQU/s400/qs4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone enjoying the quilts and picking out their favorites!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoOy6GidI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Kje9x-2nc2c/s1600-h/qs6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304876239325650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoOy6GidI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Kje9x-2nc2c/s400/qs6.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was such a different, funky Christmas quilt - so FUN!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoOXeKLHI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Rc9ae3TiNdY/s1600-h/qs3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304868874366066" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoOXeKLHI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Rc9ae3TiNdY/s400/qs3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quilts were hanging everywhere. On the house, on every fence post available, chairs, swings, you name it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoN01wsjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FJPoH-IeBAI/s1600-h/qs+10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304859578118706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoN01wsjI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FJPoH-IeBAI/s400/qs+10.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqrN2iOtgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VmzK4vwrQY0/s1600-h/qs1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389308158567953922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqrN2iOtgI/AAAAAAAAAl0/VmzK4vwrQY0/s400/qs1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This quilt was so fun. It had so much detail in it. Look at the puffed fabric on the watering can!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoNCuZ24I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Px6wTaViYCI/s1600-h/qs2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389304846125489026" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsqoNCuZ24I/AAAAAAAAAk0/Px6wTaViYCI/s400/qs2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a lot of fun to see such different styles of quilts.&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to enter a few next year - If I can only get them completed!!!&lt;br /&gt;
I need more time in the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZn8Ns8KI/AAAAAAAAAkc/wIezLc2yloA/s320/IMG_5056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107384490258594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ammon is helping the little ones climb the wall to go down the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZnhXld7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/BrRgoSI3M-4/s1600-h/swim+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZnhXld7I/AAAAAAAAAkU/BrRgoSI3M-4/s320/swim+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107377283954610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZcxWjKiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vYg48oUE9oM/s1600-h/swim+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZcxWjKiI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vYg48oUE9oM/s320/swim+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107192596015650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZbsLchNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/CPkORJGMVQo/s1600-h/swim+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZbsLchNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/CPkORJGMVQo/s320/swim+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107174027396306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Cassia doing a summer-salt down the slide, never dare her to do anything - she will do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZcfHvy-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Xm3FjrmOaMk/s1600-h/swim+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZcfHvy-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Xm3FjrmOaMk/s320/swim+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107187702090722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what happened when I tried to go down the slide!&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, the air pump "accidentally" got turned off&lt;br /&gt;- like I said never dare Cassia to do something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZcMiK0BI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hEVoKLknqsM/s1600-h/swim+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZcMiK0BI/AAAAAAAAAj8/hEVoKLknqsM/s320/swim+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387107182712639506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsLZbHuFZEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/gLytqKvvRYA/s1600-h/swim+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Red loves Watermelon and couldn't get enough. The plate Kirk is holding is actually for Red. There is a ton of Watermelon on that plate!!!&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute little guy!&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/2738372452149456835-4693007414280276517?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think every year I get more tired of the crowds and the hot sun. This year it kept changing back a fourth between sun and rain, it just couldn't decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The highlight of the parade was this little girl, who was one of the baby contest winners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3y0vrjaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/a-n6I0sQvEM/s1600-h/4+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3y0vrjaI/AAAAAAAAAhc/a-n6I0sQvEM/s400/4+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387070188068507042" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is adorable in her "ring", and shows what she's made of by placing her leg up on the bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3yYB2SHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ezB6q1rWLw8/s1600-h/4+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3yYB2SHI/AAAAAAAAAhU/ezB6q1rWLw8/s400/4+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387070180360079474" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have always wanted an old fashioned car --someday.  It would be so fun to ride around town in!&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of the parade is when the cars come by. Everyone else is looking at the politicians and I'm admiring the cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3zPslCcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/THqo0m3HxzQ/s1600-h/4+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3zPslCcI/AAAAAAAAAhk/THqo0m3HxzQ/s400/4+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387070195303254466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course the infamous UVU Plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3ziCur9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/3U0X_iyJeL0/s1600-h/4+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SsK3ziCur9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/3U0X_iyJeL0/s400/4+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387070200227999698" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit sad. Ever since I can remember my Mother would make homemade ice cream on the 4th. For some reason this year the ice cream didn't set up! Better luck next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2738372452149456835-1261863735735568123?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yea for me!! I can usually only get to two miles and then my body dies out. Today I really pushed myself to keep going,  I thought I was going to die, but it felt so good when I got to the three mile mark. Now granted it was on a treadmill, which is not as hard as huffing it outside. But maybe by the time Spring gets here, and decides to stay, I will be able to run outside without embarrassing myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/Sa3ZZom--yI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TtmA2wsdwt8/s1600-h/spring-flowers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/Sa3ZZom--yI/AAAAAAAAAdg/TtmA2wsdwt8/s200/spring-flowers-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309138570160569122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I later paid for it when my asthma flared up, at six in the morning, but I kind of knew that was coming - darn asthma!! I used to love running and really want to get back to that place in my life. I know by pushing myself little by little I will get there. Just wish my sister Denise was closer, then I would have a running buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                           &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/Sa3ZsYzURlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KSuCs2qHLDU/s1600-h/spinning_bike_V3-cycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/Sa3ZsYzURlI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KSuCs2qHLDU/s200/spinning_bike_V3-cycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309138892334843474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         Janel is really into spinning (indoor cycling) and tried really hard to talk me into it. I went a few times but my asthma kicked in from the start. That's strange that cycling would trigger my asthma quicker than running. Also by butt hurt so bad!!! Later we were talking  (laughing really) about how long it took for your butt to stop hurting. I concluded that mine stopped hurting when I stopped going - worked for me!!  It's a hard sport, but it burns a lot of calories, which is why Janel always looks so darn good!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2738372452149456835-1423630104278198466?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now I can't even stand the sight of snow!!!! I keep hoping Spring will just come already - I think it's trying to make it's way here. Anyway the first Snow fall didn't bring a lot of snow, but it did bring enough to make a baby snowman. Eliza helped me, she was so cute to watch her reaction to the snow. With her help as with all little kids, she actually ended up decapitating the baby snowman, but we got the head back on. I think Janel got that part on film. The birds took off with the carrot nose and twig arms by the next day, but we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNs63le3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZRNc072NX3Y/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNs63le3I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ZRNc072NX3Y/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647963712289650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNtIqxroI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LG0RT2k2RTQ/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNtIqxroI/AAAAAAAAAbg/LG0RT2k2RTQ/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647967416659586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Christmas!!! Which meant Denise and her darling family came to visit. I had been looking forward to this visit all year! I think one of the things I like best when they come is just staying up late talking, like we used to do growing up. Some of our conversations get a little zany, which is when the guys make an exit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Denise is showing off her apron that mom made! -- Very Cute&lt;br /&gt;Mom always make one homemade gift for us, which we always look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNtQuzwEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Lf-SIWu9DeU/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNtQuzwEI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Lf-SIWu9DeU/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647969581056066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexa got a cash register- what a cuttie, she sure can light up a room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNiQuw5hI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TNwjS49n2gY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNiQuw5hI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TNwjS49n2gY/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647780602308114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eliza in her new Kitchen! She was making up orders all day, her specialty is Grilled Cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNiQZarSI/AAAAAAAAAao/KPdC7YvLxZA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNiQZarSI/AAAAAAAAAao/KPdC7YvLxZA/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647780512771362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tess showing off her MP3 player, that she was so excited to get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNifc4E5I/AAAAAAAAAag/yoiTTOuZ0lo/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNifc4E5I/AAAAAAAAAag/yoiTTOuZ0lo/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647784553812882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is Grace with her new baby doll, she was the envy of all the little ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SajKzxtXRpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7vNtd2SxCoM/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SajKzxtXRpI/AAAAAAAAAdA/7vNtd2SxCoM/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307715151721875090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite gift was- An advent Calendar that my Mother made. She actually made one for all the grand babies. I was afraid that by the time I have kids she would be worn out and wouldn't want to make any more. I kept making her promise that she would make me one when I had kids. When we would go shopping she would point to other advent calendars (ones not as cute) and say wouldn't this be OK? I thought for sure I would never get one, so it was a great surprise when  I opened this up! There are 25 tiny pockets with hand embroidered very detailed  pictures on each one, with surprises inside. One pocket held the presser foot for my sewing machine that I had been wanting! Very cute, my Mother does such a good job. The other gifts that I really liked were new running shoes. I went with a new brand (new to me) - Asics, and I really like them. They are now dirty which I hate! I tried to keep them clean, I think I can run better when they're clean, funny I know! And the Hollinger family gave me a beautiful necklace, that seems almost too fancy to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SajTGiLAhbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0Bt26HPjpkg/s1600-h/IMG_3873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SajTGiLAhbI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0Bt26HPjpkg/s400/IMG_3873.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307724270061782450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SajTHSVM0DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VmvJwUdC-7g/s1600-h/IMG_3874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SajTHSVM0DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/VmvJwUdC-7g/s400/IMG_3874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307724282989432882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday weekend we headed up to Aspen Grove!&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of fun. Mostly we just hung out inside and worked on projects -crochet, needle work, watched MacGyver- Mom. We are not really snow people or should I say cold people so we didn't do any skiing. It was just fun to get away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN7cB9mCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cHmgev43CNw/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN7cB9mCI/AAAAAAAAAcI/cHmgev43CNw/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648213132351522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom working on a puzzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNijIVPzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bWCiOcxNnJs/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNijIVPzI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bWCiOcxNnJs/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647785541386034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else getting in on the puzzle! It was a Fall Amish  scene, so it was pretty difficult. We needed the expertise of the babies for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN7f7oHYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_NARSo0ZDTQ/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN7f7oHYI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/_NARSo0ZDTQ/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648214179519874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We did try to go sledding the first night. It got dark pretty quick and then the babies got scared. We were able to go down the hill a few times. Apparently when Ammon and my dad went down the  hill with the babies they put their feet or hands down on the snow to slow them down. No one informed me of this. So when I went down with Eliza we went flying. At one point we were airborne, landed with a thud, up onto the side of the sled and then finally straightened out. Everyone watching thought we for sure were going to wipe out. Needless to say Eliza was done after that! It didn't help that because it was getting dark it was hard to see where we were going and what was in front of us, so when we did hit the bump that sent us  into the air it was quite the surprise!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNio05C0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/fdPNNkmfeOw/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNio05C0I/AAAAAAAAAbA/fdPNNkmfeOw/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647787070458690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNsavyGdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jsnKUhq8BU8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNsavyGdI/AAAAAAAAAbI/jsnKUhq8BU8/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647955089627602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the little play house that is so lovingly referred to as "boggy house" I am sure there is something wrong with me, but then again it runs in the family-we like to scare the little one. Janel and I took a short cut to the the play area and hide inside the house. We closed up the shutters  and when everyone got close we through them open and  screamed! It didn't faze Eliza, she's used to it, but Grace didn't want to go near the house after that, too much scaring!! Here she is with her daddy slowing getting closer and closer, she did end up going inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJ-iM1iI/AAAAAAAAAc4/EP_HT2oTJ9E/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJ-iM1iI/AAAAAAAAAc4/EP_HT2oTJ9E/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648462912542242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the kids area was covered in Snow. Here is the Pirate Ship that they could climb on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNsYkMZYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cMFYfzjrwiA/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiNsYkMZYI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cMFYfzjrwiA/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647954504148354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the other side of the park is a small western town. Half of the shops were closed up, but a few were open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN68IpUFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cXJ53ePVAOs/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN68IpUFI/AAAAAAAAAbw/cXJ53ePVAOs/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648204570447954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Eliza and Grace in Jail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN6_p2B5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/-rsYuWyk3WU/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN6_p2B5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/-rsYuWyk3WU/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648205514999698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys of course found their own entertainment. On top of the school house was a bell. The  game was who ever hit the bell with a snowball first and got it to ring, won. Sorry guys I can't remember who won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN7NhEI7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/beASnhuJK1c/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiN7NhEI7I/AAAAAAAAAcA/beASnhuJK1c/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648209236272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to some it all up Here is baby Johnathan or baby John-un as Eliza likes to call him. He is a really cute baby. Such a cute round head. He seemed to be chunky right from birth, which is the way I like babies, they are cuter that way. I don't know how Jillian feels about giving birth to a chunkster, but he's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJhJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAco/h96E4_vB_Yg/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJhJDq-I/AAAAAAAAAco/h96E4_vB_Yg/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648455022455778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJa7dapI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WQA57Zml0dA/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJa7dapI/AAAAAAAAAcY/WQA57Zml0dA/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648453354810002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza was so cute after she got to see baby Johnathan for the first time. She kept asking when her turn was to hold him. Before she met him she would carry her dolls around by their arms,  but now she tenderly  holds her baby doll in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJsCiV9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/pDtE7MOOpJg/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SaiOJsCiV9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/pDtE7MOOpJg/s400/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648457947895762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will really try hard to keep you updated Denise, but don't hold your breath!!!!!&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/2738372452149456835-1349479287085291426?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been so busy at work and now I am just really tired. It just doesn't seem to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I decided to make Disney themed Gingerbread House's. All the Grand babies are in Utah this year for Christmas and they are all at the princess loving age, and now also Mickey Mouse. Tess' favorite is Aurora from sleeping beauty, Eliza likes Cinderella with Aurora coming in as a close second, Grace love Mickey Mouse and Lexa loves Cinderella. We are also planning a family trip to Disneyland next year so I thought it would be a fun kick off to get everyone excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is edible, except the glue that holds the houses together. I hot glue it together, it's faster that way. And really who wants to eat it after it has been sitting out for a month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Mickey's Play house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFewnAAQRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SzjiL6n9OB8/s1600-h/mickey+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFewnAAQRI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SzjiL6n9OB8/s400/mickey+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283108027078033682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Side of Mickey's House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFew6dK6_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/3CRd2oTnRsk/s1600-h/mickey+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFew6dK6_I/AAAAAAAAAZw/3CRd2oTnRsk/s400/mickey+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283108032300641266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cinderella's Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFewQpPd8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pSZ39yFikQA/s1600-h/castle+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFewQpPd8I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pSZ39yFikQA/s400/castle+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283108021076981698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy's Flower Shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFevZBqavI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wPXCYnOmioo/s1600-h/daisy+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFevZBqavI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/wPXCYnOmioo/s400/daisy+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283108006147025650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The icing for the front bushes was to runny. I meant to&lt;br /&gt;thicken it, but through it away and then I didn't want to make more.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why there is a green mark.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, like Tess says, "We can pretend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side of Daisy's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFev75b1DI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2Y2hto5z0nI/s1600-h/daisy+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SVFev75b1DI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2Y2hto5z0nI/s400/daisy+side.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283108015507756082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2738372452149456835-2897899872897741557?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So instead of just letting them beat on each other Janel decided to play - Beauty Shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were younger we used to play "Beauty Shop" We would take turns doing each others hair. And then it would usually turn into a full blown beauty pageant with a talent show and evening wear. The evening wear could get pretty interesting! Anyway that is off the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Janel gathered up all the necessary hair equipment&lt;br /&gt;and initiated Eliza &amp;amp; Grace into this tradition,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;and they loved it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SSEC-eEvObI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tEAID1722sE/s1600-h/ponytail+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SSEC-eEvObI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tEAID1722sE/s400/ponytail+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269496311248271794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janel placed glamorous, dazzling, sweeping&lt;br /&gt;side ponytails on both the little girls!&lt;br /&gt;And then spiked them up good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SSEC-_6HnOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FlwhmN0qKGM/s1600-h/ponytaills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SSEC-_6HnOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FlwhmN0qKGM/s400/ponytaills.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269496320330538210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Grace was the funniest, she was so proud of her hair!  After her hair was done she would go and stand next to people and just look up at them until they commented on her pretty hair,  she would get the biggest smile, and then it was onto the next person. When Grammie told her how pretty she was she started batting her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both really loved their new do's. I think one of the funniest things is that the side ponytail really is back in (I didn't see that one coming -we'll see how long it lasts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To bad it was right before bedtime,&lt;br /&gt;so they weren't able to show them off for too long!&lt;br /&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/2738372452149456835-6379791190485329145?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I didn't dress up (maybe next year) A few of my co-workers did, and got pretty creative. It was fun to deliver mail and see everyone who did dress up. I deliver to a lot of businesses and most of the offices had people who dressed up. Here are the pictures of my co-workers who did dress up. Which is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9Onl_QonI/AAAAAAAAASI/-gynqpt-VBQ/s1600-h/IMG_3008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9Onl_QonI/AAAAAAAAASI/-gynqpt-VBQ/s320/IMG_3008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264512931538707058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OnQFvM0I/AAAAAAAAASA/3YQQQMnb3Js/s1600-h/IMG_3009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OnQFvM0I/AAAAAAAAASA/3YQQQMnb3Js/s320/IMG_3009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264512925660296002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OmznPGFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/UIs-hfRyB9s/s1600-h/IMG_3010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OmznPGFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/UIs-hfRyB9s/s320/IMG_3010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264512918016170066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OmI4tGiI/AAAAAAAAARw/luav0e2_L4g/s1600-h/IMG_3011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OmI4tGiI/AAAAAAAAARw/luav0e2_L4g/s320/IMG_3011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264512906546715170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ammon's work for their Halloween extravaganza later that day! The whole company decorates each of their departments in theme. Each department is given a budget and then they choose a theme, Ammon's department chose Ninja Turtles. They had the Ninja Mobil, flashing lights (they had turned all the lights out) and everyone in costume! They really go all out. They each vote on the best department and the winning department splits $5000! This is a company that loves Halloween.  We got to walk through all the departments, they have three buildings (2 floors each)  so it  took a couple hours. They had tons of candy for the kids to go Trick or Treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the gang walking through an enchanted forest!&lt;br /&gt;You can see a pink dragon's tail in the background!&lt;br /&gt;Ammon is in his Ninja Costume, the rest of us are just regular Joe's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can see the leaves on the floor, some departments had straw and other floor covering,&lt;br /&gt;nothing was over looked, right down to the tiny details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OOUYQgxI/AAAAAAAAARo/0REPV0EA_1c/s1600-h/IMG_3022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OOUYQgxI/AAAAAAAAARo/0REPV0EA_1c/s320/IMG_3022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264512497314988818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Candy Mountain. If you went through it there was a bucket of candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OOC-ErPI/AAAAAAAAARg/3GKeErLODv0/s1600-h/IMG_3021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9OOC-ErPI/AAAAAAAAARg/3GKeErLODv0/s320/IMG_3021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264512492641758450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ammon, Jillian &amp;amp; Grace next to a Gingerbread House&lt;br /&gt;You could take a piece of Candy off of the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NmyXD2QI/AAAAAAAAARY/k9EnEY9v3QI/s1600-h/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NmyXD2QI/AAAAAAAAARY/k9EnEY9v3QI/s320/111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511818168260866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a cave with a dragon (the eyes would light up) and a skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;They had cute and scary themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9Nmmsm4II/AAAAAAAAARQ/nMtDHFqX4Hk/s1600-h/IMG_3023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9Nmmsm4II/AAAAAAAAARQ/nMtDHFqX4Hk/s320/IMG_3023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511815037411458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are lollipops in the Candy Land department!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NmCYZSlI/AAAAAAAAARI/J5Ok3AhYcwM/s1600-h/IMG_3024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NmCYZSlI/AAAAAAAAARI/J5Ok3AhYcwM/s320/IMG_3024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511805288958546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They really went all out. I wish I got more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;One department did the Wizard of Oz theme, another had a Football theme&lt;br /&gt;(Where they laid real sod inside), another did Ghost Busters,&lt;br /&gt;and there was a wild west town! And More!&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine the clean up, but it was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine that the areas we walked through  are usually office's and desks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ammon for inviting us to come join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my cute nieces'&lt;br /&gt;Grace as a Kitty &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza as Princess Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;I should have got a close up picture of Eliza's shoes,&lt;br /&gt;they curl up at the toes! -so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NlyEdLoI/AAAAAAAAARA/7I71IKjuUG8/s1600-h/IMG_3016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NlyEdLoI/AAAAAAAAARA/7I71IKjuUG8/s320/IMG_3016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511800910360194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NlowsvDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pfSlGDOzl2s/s1600-h/IMG_3015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQ9NlowsvDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/pfSlGDOzl2s/s320/IMG_3015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264511798411574322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2738372452149456835-6126800203107505871?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This quilt is really whimsical and light hearted. It draws on the humor of Harry Potter, The Wizard of Oz. and anything witch related. With Hermione's Slit Ends Hair Salon, where bad hair days are guaranteed. And Hagatha's Dirty Laundry, - hard water stains added, and many more. There are 12 haunted houses total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a some of the squares that I have done. You can kind of get an idea of what it will look like. The darker black is what I have stitched and the lighter black is the outline of what I still need to stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQe0Eqe0fPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Sb9681x4E9A/s1600-h/hair+days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQe0Eqe0fPI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Sb9681x4E9A/s400/hair+days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372681821748466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQez8WzvOQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sYer30rWfvM/s1600-h/hagatha%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQez8WzvOQI/AAAAAAAAAQA/sYer30rWfvM/s400/hagatha%27s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372539101821186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQezx79Cl8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/FcxprAmtwZk/s1600-h/broom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQezx79Cl8I/AAAAAAAAAP4/FcxprAmtwZk/s400/broom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262372360094390210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of what the finished project will look like. There is no way I will be finished with it by Halloween. I just started it at the beginning of October so it will defiantly have to be for next Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQel7skSVvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Mmmhz04Xoow/s1600-h/-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8fuMTkYwBtc/SQel7skSVvI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Mmmhz04Xoow/s400/-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262357134599935730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2738372452149456835-4769185928697368098?l=daisypot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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