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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UNRHk4eip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368288740730113641</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:14:55.732-06:00</updated><category term="Environment" /><category term="Vacation" /><category term="Sports" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="Family" /><title>life through the eyes of ben</title><subtitle type="html">A randomly selected series of events in the Niesen household.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://niesengang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://niesengang.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11407489306883538930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SLYFj1yW-EI/AAAAAAAABcU/PZDdOdeYvRo/S220/N%26S0096.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifeThroughTheEyesOfBen" /><feedburner:info uri="lifethroughtheeyesofben" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8AQnk8fyp7ImA9WxBWFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368288740730113641.post-2267589772066280754</id><published>2010-02-06T15:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:20:43.777-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-06T16:20:43.777-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>The Magic House</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;On Wednesday, Webster Groves Parents as Teachers sponsored a night at the &lt;a href="http://www.magichouse.com/index.htm"&gt;Magic House&lt;/a&gt; in Kirkwood, MO. &amp;nbsp;I would like to assume that everyone reading this has been to this magnificent place for kids, and dads, but I'm sure some of you have not. &amp;nbsp;Every summer a sibling and I would visit my grandparents for about a week. &amp;nbsp;They would take us to the St. Louis Zoo, MOBOT, The Science Center, Grant's Farm, and the always loved Magic House. &amp;nbsp;I remember when it was just an old residential house of 3 stories packed full of mirror mazes, magnets, and technology to make your hair stand on end. &amp;nbsp;Boy how has it changed. &amp;nbsp;A new addition was completed a little over a year ago and it more than doubled the existing facility. &amp;nbsp;It is a very impressive desitination that rates in the top 5 for child satisfaction in the country. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/S23j4FKKaQI/AAAAAAAAESo/_t4yJB3GRnw/s1600-h/2010-01+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/S23j4FKKaQI/AAAAAAAAESo/_t4yJB3GRnw/s320/2010-01+023.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/S23j7dcT1RI/AAAAAAAAESw/GVSGJ02zzfI/s1600-h/2010-01+081.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/S23j7dcT1RI/AAAAAAAAESw/GVSGJ02zzfI/s320/2010-01+081.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mara and Jack have been there before, but never as a team. &amp;nbsp;Jack is now 3 and can keep up with the big kids. &amp;nbsp;He and Mara crammed the entire experience into 2 hours which included, the 3 story slide, sand box, fishing, car repair, magnets... you name it. &amp;nbsp;They slept very well that evening.&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/4368288740730113641-2267589772066280754?l=niesengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is newly purchased by Missouri Farmers Cooperative. We had to get some essentials; soap, bread, cookies, Dr. Pepper, and juice. We had a great time between Mara shopping for everything she saw and Jack trying to weasel his way out of the stroller. We had a really good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Following the successful shopping trip, the kids and I built a leaf fort to break up the monotony of raking leaves. They were excited. They really wanted to hide from cars. I figured that building a leave fort wouldn't really take any additional effort, but the kids would get a kick out of it. The hill in front of our house is a perfect location to make a U-Shaped Fort. The kids can duck down behind the leaves, hide from cars and pretend they are in a castle. Mara loves castles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF9xlje6I/AAAAAAAACCs/UeBNmh-JAgE/s1600-h/IMG_2544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274214303701105570" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF9xlje6I/AAAAAAAACCs/UeBNmh-JAgE/s200/IMG_2544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF9p_pYDI/AAAAAAAACCk/Q10HIfytNp4/s1600-h/IMG_2543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274214301663060018" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF9p_pYDI/AAAAAAAACCk/Q10HIfytNp4/s200/IMG_2543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF9NTxxFI/AAAAAAAACCc/P1oEwTqLSTw/s1600-h/IMG_2542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274214293962867794" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF9NTxxFI/AAAAAAAACCc/P1oEwTqLSTw/s200/IMG_2542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF8847uPI/AAAAAAAACCU/Y84mXOf8ih4/s1600-h/IMG_2541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274214289555306738" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/STHF8847uPI/AAAAAAAACCU/Y84mXOf8ih4/s200/IMG_2541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I enjoy pretending with Mara and Jack. We play tents inside, (a way for daddy to get some additional shut eye early in the morning), by draping blankets over the couch and chairs in the living room. The kids love "hiding" from the monsters and Ginger, our 60 pound golden retriever. We have a lot of fun. I wonder what we will do tomorrow. I hear snow may be in the forecast. How exciting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368288740730113641-2730186510042753869?l=niesengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Powell Hall is a beautiful symphony hall without a bad seat in the house, at least for a concert. Sound travels up to the terrace just as it would to the main floor. Kathleen and I sat in the 3rd row from the top and enjoyed every second. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SNhS15PWT5I/AAAAAAAABr0/xu4DxmDn7L8/s1600-h/powell+hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249036451552055186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SNhS15PWT5I/AAAAAAAABr0/xu4DxmDn7L8/s320/powell+hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went to see the &lt;em&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/em&gt; concert on Friday, September 19th. I have to say the highlight of the night was my ability to befriend an orc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SNhSermbmCI/AAAAAAAABrs/KR-WPdnqt9Q/s1600-h/IMG_2157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249036052753782818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SNhSermbmCI/AAAAAAAABrs/KR-WPdnqt9Q/s320/IMG_2157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, for all of you wise guys out there, I am on the left &lt;--, and the orc is on the right --&gt; .  I know who my readers are.  I could have made a joke about Kathleen being in the picture, but that would have just been mean, she looked dazzling on Friday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is always nice to have a night just to ourselves every once in a while.  I know we intend to more often, but it is easy to be too busy or just want to stay home.  What a wonderful treat the symphony was though.  We were able to sit hand in hand for 2 1/2 hours and just absorb the music and each other.  I don't think Kathleen and I have sat next to each other like that for, &lt;em&gt;How old is Mara?, &lt;/em&gt;over 3 years.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOTR (yes I am a fantasy dork, that means "Lord Of The Rings" for those of you who may not be up to speed on the fantasy acronyms) has a nice variation of pieces ranging from quite intense and hand breaking, to "The Shire" pieces which are much more relaxing.  Please, if you get an opportunity to attend the SLSO, do so.  If you need a place to say, I am formally making the invitation right now, you can stay in any of St. Louis' fine hotels around the city or the county.  Just kidding, you can sleep on our floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368288740730113641-5933582957785338769?l=niesengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My stomach hurt when this half hour was over.  Mara was a dancing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ballerina&lt;/span&gt; in a box and Jack was a tank who likes to "SMASH AND CRASH", just like his favorite book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368288740730113641-2464388863397419044?l=niesengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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To my surprise, she is a GRANDMA?!! And not just a one time grandma. She has 3 grandchildren, 2 girls and 1 boy. Is Sparta a retirement community? How is a grandma going to be able to maintain law and order? This....Sparta.....must be near Branson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=sparta+missouri&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=AARTsJp6WQyPAnhXTTn2tekZ2CWokKAzNQ&amp;amp;ll=36.998166,-92.955322&amp;amp;spn=1.052908,1.757813&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;output=embed" frameborder="0" width="400" scrolling="no" height="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff; TEXT-ALIGN: left" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=sparta+missouri&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=36.998166,-92.955322&amp;amp;spn=1.052908,1.757813&amp;amp;z=9&amp;amp;source=embed"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you know, IT IS! Sparta Missouri is located in Christian County, approximately 19 miles southeast of Springfield, with a population of 1,144. While Sparta sounds like a metropolitan community, it doesn't compare to the size and magnitude of its neighbor, Saddlebrooke (pop. 15). The Police Chief goes by the name of "MOM". She is black belt in Shorin-ryu karate, a hand gun instructor, been sprayed with mace, graduated with a degree in criminal justice, broke her pinkie toe on a vacuum, knows how to count to 10 in French, likes to read romance novels, loves rose bushes, and is a mom to 4 tough kids where headlocks were a frequent discipline procedure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Congratulations on the new position, Mom. I know that you are qualified. You policed your kids for over 20 years, and we turned out okay. 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Mom and Dad, or Grandma Julie and Bob as the kids like to say, were wonderful sports. We decided to make the outing on Grant's Trail.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know Grant's Trail, formerly known as the Missouri Pacific railroad line, it runs from Kirkwood (Big Bend and I-44) to Union and I-55. It is about an 8 mile bike ride along a paved asphalt trail. We were not that ambitious today with the heat wave that came through this afternoon. We cut the distance in half by starting at Watson Road and turning around in Clydesdale Park, for a total of 8 miles. If you live in St. Louis and have never been on Grant's Trail I would highly recommend it. It is a popular outing for bikers, runners, roller-bladers, walkers, adults, children, and pets. It is a wide trail, 2 lanes totaling about 10 feet, and doesn't crowd very easily due to the extreme length and multiple parking lots and access points. Thank you St. Louis County Parks. &lt;a href="http://www.trailnet.org/trail_main.php"&gt;TRAILNET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239379526819725362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SLYD65OLQDI/AAAAAAAABcA/INxZfqW2eTk/s320/grantstrailMap.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kathleen and I take the kids on bike rides regularly, whether it is to the local farmers market or downtown Webster Groves for an afternoon of shopping. We have a double bike trailer that Mom and the kids model below. They look cozy in there, but they love it. I always hear them saying, "Bike faster Daddy!". It is quite the incentive for a good workout. We had to take a break today at about the 6 mile marker. We stopped at Grant's Farm and watched the Clydesdales graze as we ate crackers and drank water. It was a wonderful outing. I invite anyone coming to visit us to bring their bikes. Grant's Trail is not the only trail in St. Louis County and City that is of this quality. St. Louis is working to increase the local bikeways for commuting and entertainment. 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How does one start? Do I say something funny, meaningful, or just informative? Posts from here on out will most likely be about family and the incredible journey it is to live a married life and raise offspring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kathleen Carson, the love of my life. We just had our 5th Anniversary on August 16th. Let me tell you, you blink, and you are there. Did you know that the average marriage only lasts 4 years? Kathleen and I are striving for at least twice that. Okay, if you don't know me, I have an odd sense of humor, you'll figure it out. Kathleen is currently attending SLU in pursuit of a PhD in Public Policy. I see perpetual student in her future. Kathleen and I have 2 children. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237183621429643298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SK42wYLOyCI/AAAAAAAABQ8/m0D-pOaUfw4/s200/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SK44jrHtZCI/AAAAAAAABRE/NXoqr-TJqJE/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237185602200101922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SK44jrHtZCI/AAAAAAAABRE/NXoqr-TJqJE/s200/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SK45EoJtyCI/AAAAAAAABRM/tlT8lJoGd0E/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237186168338892834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LrkraxQm5Q/SK45EoJtyCI/AAAAAAAABRM/tlT8lJoGd0E/s200/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mara (Moo) is 3 years old and weighs ~32 pounds. Jack (Tank) is almost 20 months old and weighs ~33 pounds. Together they are quite the team. They love to read. Mara's favorite book is &lt;em&gt;Fancy Nancy, &lt;/em&gt;everything French is fancy. Jack's is &lt;em&gt;Smash Crash&lt;/em&gt;, a self explanitory car book. Jack is your typical little boy who loves cars and baseball. More about them to come.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am excited to share this blog with everyone. It will vary in topics from family, politics, environment, and work. Please keep in touch and we will see how this works. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'll leave you with an engineering saying: The glass is neither half full nor half empty. It is twice as big as it needs to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-Ben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4368288740730113641-5943673886040995268?l=niesengang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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