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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;A0QEQHs9eCp7ImA9WhRbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510753110568973455</id><updated>2012-02-10T19:01:41.560-08:00</updated><title>Little Foote Prints</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://littlefooteprints.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://littlefooteprints.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3510753110568973455/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>ShanaMarie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05437623093133196649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="25" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx7fQ02z1Hs/TZtgT1nRZcI/AAAAAAAAA2I/BGWsa-pmZEM/s220/030.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</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/LittleFootePrints" /><feedburner:info uri="littlefooteprints" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIFR307fCp7ImA9WhRbGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3510753110568973455.post-6389130548353150168</id><published>2012-02-10T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T13:15:16.304-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-10T13:15:16.304-08:00</app:edited><title>Our family grew...</title><content type="html">It happened this past May, our nephew Christian (Dude's sister's son) became our newest member of our family. &amp;nbsp;I haven't put any pics up of him since you all know my problem with the whole phone and laptop not being getting along. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;SIDE NOTE---I FIXED THAT PROBLEM AND ALL IS AWESOME! HENSE WHY I CAN NOW BLOG WITH NO WORRIES.&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fitting right in with Nathan, loves being on the Xbox.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I got him and Nathan to "owl"&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;And Planking &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Playing games with the others&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;When he can to live with us he told us his wrist hurt so we took him to the Doctor and found out it had been broken (9 months earlier)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He opted for a cast to help it heal instead of surgery, however when he got home the first day he was a bit regretful of the choice.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So at the next visit (4 weeks) it had no change so we then decided to have the surgery. &amp;nbsp;They placed a screw in the bone to force it to heal. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He had to wear 2 more casts after that and was released in November to play basketball. &amp;nbsp;We also found out the he had a broken finger that was never taken care of either but do to the kind of break it was there was no fixing it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;He fit right in at school, making friends and playing sports. &amp;nbsp;It has been a big change for him but he has done really well. &amp;nbsp;He even went to the Winter Dance, it was a Masquerade Ball. &amp;nbsp;Looking GOOD!!&lt;/div&gt;
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So now you know Christian. &amp;nbsp;He also turned 16 in December. &amp;nbsp;He went from being the youngest in his family to now the second oldest in ours. &amp;nbsp;We have enjoyed every minute of having him with us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510753110568973455-6389130548353150168?l=littlefooteprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With that said........August&lt;br /&gt;
I know my last post was for Nikolas birthday but we also had Family in town. &amp;nbsp;My brother Alan and his wonderful family, Mellanie, Andy and Jonah. &amp;nbsp;I called my awesome friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://kimskinnerphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim Skinner&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;(click on her name and it take a peek)&amp;nbsp;and we got family pictures. &amp;nbsp;She is the best and with my family and all the craziness.....well I am sure you know the rest. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I always love Pictures of my Emalee is is growing up so fast.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Our family. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Wild and Crazy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This is what I love about Kim, she is a genius!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is the perfect see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The guys.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This is my beautiful sister. &amp;nbsp;I love her so much!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;If you know my parents at all these 2 pictures fit them to a T!&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;See what I mean!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q26XIWJWyI/Twd5ieJMY7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/q1jX6TawTxQ/s1600/DSC_4071copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q26XIWJWyI/Twd5ieJMY7I/AAAAAAAAA6c/q1jX6TawTxQ/s320/DSC_4071copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Me and Mom and Toni.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Our Family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Tiny explanation-- In March of 2012 we are going to Disney World for my parents&lt;/div&gt;
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40th anniversary. &amp;nbsp;And in case no one wants to wear the hats there we had a picture done.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;My dad the young guy! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;As you can see my parents are all lovie all the time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;All the guys.&lt;/div&gt;
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And the sexie Ladies!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have been reading blogs all day and thinking to myself,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Why can't I be that creative". &amp;nbsp;There are times sure that I pull out something amazing but lately I am just not feeling it. &amp;nbsp;I was told when I quit working the flower shop that I would miss making arrangements and the creative feel, I told them no way. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Being home was what I wanted more than anything. &amp;nbsp;So are you now saying&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Shana do you feel different now?" &amp;nbsp;the answer is actually NO! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I love being home and it is at home that I want to now be creative. &amp;nbsp;But here is what I am finding out. &amp;nbsp;It takes $$ to be creative, when I was working I was creating with in an essences other people's money, now at home it is my money. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And people let's face it my money is well scarce. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But I have seen a few things today on blogs that I think I can make with out having to go and shop even though I would love love love to go shop. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(i would love a glue gun cause I could really use one of those but I have a glue pot so I hope that works as well)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here is to the lamest post I think I have done in my blogging life and the promise to start getting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;creative at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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REALLY???</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday I took the two older boys to get their schedules for this coming school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it got me thinking...holy heck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;June 23, 1991 I graduated from ROME FREE ACADEMY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8d1keFhR3Hw/Tijv2Ztg32I/AAAAAAAAA44/DywZJ3CLjmE/s1600/megrad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8d1keFhR3Hw/Tijv2Ztg32I/AAAAAAAAA44/DywZJ3CLjmE/s320/megrad.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I lived in Rome, Ny and went to most oldest school I ever thought. &amp;nbsp;It has been around since Smuckers Jam was created! &amp;nbsp;Look it up you will be amazed! &amp;nbsp;Any way I liked school sure. &amp;nbsp;I wasn't the smartest by any means but I did ok. &amp;nbsp;I was in Marching Band and loved that. &amp;nbsp;(and my Emalee is now in marching band too). &amp;nbsp;I had alot of friends (most of them are on my Friends now too on Facebook!) during my senior year it was these 2 ladies who I hung out the most with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPbyU5M4I-c/Tijw52pBFtI/AAAAAAAAA48/-O4Ao6CmmLE/s1600/3grad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPbyU5M4I-c/Tijw52pBFtI/AAAAAAAAA48/-O4Ao6CmmLE/s320/3grad.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kristie S. is in the middle and Courtney C is on the end. &amp;nbsp;They were the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kristie has gone on to be a teacher herself and I know she is incredible at it! Courtney passed away from Cancer a few years back. &amp;nbsp;(I miss her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwul5rU9URI/TijyMWDcrMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/K40RUDfeySY/s1600/sminarygrad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fwul5rU9URI/TijyMWDcrMI/AAAAAAAAA5A/K40RUDfeySY/s320/sminarygrad.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also graduated from Seminary. &amp;nbsp;It was a hard 4 years for me. &amp;nbsp;I am not a morning person by any means and yes I walked through the rain and snow to get there and sometimes up hill both ways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Sister Bell and also my brother Alan. Sister B was great she taught my last 2 years of seminary, I also had Sister Ahrens and Sister Ditman as teachers both were great too. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now with 3 of my kids being in high school, I hope they have the great times like I had and can get to the end and graduate with a smile on their face like I had 20 years ago!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2Sfc3HpCdY/Tijy3ixjJ4I/AAAAAAAAA5E/e71qCVVcMT8/s1600/megrad1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E2Sfc3HpCdY/Tijy3ixjJ4I/AAAAAAAAA5E/e71qCVVcMT8/s320/megrad1.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He loves basketball and seems to want to play it every moment he can. &amp;nbsp;So we are looking forward to school starting so he can jump all he wants lol. &amp;nbsp;We had to do a lot of moving around and my house is still not totally back in place. &amp;nbsp;But we are adjusting. Also this month Nikolas will be turning 12 which to me is another teenager! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next my sweet daughter and hubby decided I have been very lonely with out my dog Jack who ran away last year. &amp;nbsp;They had secretly talked to Lisa Boren and got to puppies from her litter she just had. &amp;nbsp;They are 2 boys. &amp;nbsp;I named the bigger one Rufus. &amp;nbsp;See I love the movie (original) Bill and Ted Excellent Adventure. &amp;nbsp;If you have seen this movie then you know who Rufus is. &amp;nbsp;The smaller puppy I named Cooper. &amp;nbsp;He was so much smaller than the other, and I have always wanted a Mini Cooper to drive so now I have a mini Cooper in puppy form! &amp;nbsp;I love them both! &amp;nbsp;Our older beagle Scout is now a Grandpa but he isn't so sure he likes having them around. &amp;nbsp;It is cute to see them follow him around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next was my Grandpa Stewart passing. &amp;nbsp;We were able to drive to Sierra Vista to see him once more before he passed on. &amp;nbsp;I know he is with my Grandma now and much happier. &amp;nbsp;It was hard to see him but I am glad I got the chance. &amp;nbsp;That side of my family is very split over family things. It is sad to see one person tear a whole family part. &amp;nbsp;Little does she know or care to realize all the more harm than good she has done. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we got home from the visit 2 of our chickens were dead. &amp;nbsp;We still have 4 and one of them is the kids favorite (momma) but it was hard to deal with. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's see then we had our ward split. &amp;nbsp;When we moved here I remember hearing the clerk say "you guys are one of the lasts and then our ward is done growing". (meaning no more homes to build in our boundaries) Well he was WRONG!!! &amp;nbsp;We kept growing. &amp;nbsp;It was hard to hear we weren't going to be apart of Sierra Ranch any more. &amp;nbsp;The kids had a really hard time, mostly Emalee. &amp;nbsp;But I promised her she would be ok. I was right we are doing well in our new ward Castlegate. &amp;nbsp;We all are making new friends and love that our old ones are still so close and we can see them when ever we want. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So to round off this post -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few sad moments and new ward,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 teenagers , 4 chickens, 2 puppies, 1 dog and 1 hubby! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough to keep any mom busy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHj_-e0XYXI/TiTI1xg-hZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Y3hn2pgsaLM/s1600/signature.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lHj_-e0XYXI/TiTI1xg-hZI/AAAAAAAAA4w/Y3hn2pgsaLM/s1600/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Alot of it is simple and not genius trust me! &amp;nbsp;I find when I cook at home my kids actually prefer it, sure fast food here and there happens but on a budget it doesn't happen alot. &amp;nbsp; So ANY WAY here is my way of making Lasagna, because I don't like the whole way it is normally made....it just takes to long in my world and the egg in the cheese mixture creeps me alot!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My ingredients are Lasagna noodles, Italian sausage, ricotta cheese, mozzarella cheese, your choice of sauce, and cream cheese with garlic flavor (this is something new I just started adding).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First thing I do is mix the ricotta (only one container-sorry I pictured 2, cream cheese and mozzarella cheese (little more than half bag) and stir together. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRrqAvNnQ1Q/TfwBbHNKElI/AAAAAAAAA4A/965FktQpJ6Q/s1600/dinner4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRrqAvNnQ1Q/TfwBbHNKElI/AAAAAAAAA4A/965FktQpJ6Q/s400/dinner4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I like to use Italian sausage if you want to use ground beef that is totally cool. My trick that I do (and I think I saw Rachel Ray do this to, is to use a potato masher it makes the meat ground up a bit more, &amp;nbsp;do this after most of the meat is cooked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mLcHx8DdwE/TfwCNJg-nQI/AAAAAAAAA4E/lw_gZAuFKVA/s1600/dinner5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="85" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mLcHx8DdwE/TfwCNJg-nQI/AAAAAAAAA4E/lw_gZAuFKVA/s320/dinner5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next I break up the noodles into bite pieces, makes it more casserole style. &amp;nbsp;I cook them till the are well done, I don't like a lasagna noodle that is still raw or uncooked (another reason I am not a fan of regular lasagna never seemed cooked)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdDNj0hnoGQ/TfwC5Y1keEI/AAAAAAAAA4I/pJtP9zHcuBY/s1600/dinner7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TdDNj0hnoGQ/TfwC5Y1keEI/AAAAAAAAA4I/pJtP9zHcuBY/s320/dinner7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then let the layering begin. &amp;nbsp;I do sauce, noodles and then cheese mixture. &amp;nbsp;When I have reached my layers that I want I top with some of the left over mozzarella cheese. &amp;nbsp;I also add a bit of water around the edges, this also helps if the noodles didn't get cooked enough. &amp;nbsp;In a crock pot I try to let it go for at least 2 hours on high. &amp;nbsp;If you were wanting an all day approach cook on low for 4-5hours. You could also cook this in an oven if you wanted, 400 degrees till bubbly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA6NkdbJ8B0/TfwDrRXjMKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2cvYxJ-M2D0/s1600/dinner8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA6NkdbJ8B0/TfwDrRXjMKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/2cvYxJ-M2D0/s400/dinner8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There you have it Crock Pot Lasagna Casserole ! &amp;nbsp;If you try this let me know how it worked for you and if you tweaked it let me know that too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLl3u-D1G9k/TfwEPGjDGpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/C75GOEaKEKc/s1600/signature.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLl3u-D1G9k/TfwEPGjDGpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/C75GOEaKEKc/s1600/signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As you all know this Sunday is Mother's Day. &amp;nbsp;I know you all think or know that your mom is the best. &amp;nbsp;Well I have to add my Mom to the list of the Best Moms ever. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few pictures of me and my mom together. &amp;nbsp;In looking for these I realize I need to go and steal more from her. &amp;nbsp;So here is my TRIBUTE to my MOM. &amp;nbsp;ELAINE S STEWART!!! &amp;nbsp;The first photo is of my mom and my dad, I chose this one cause with out my dad too I would not be here. &amp;nbsp;Did you ever wondered if your parents love each other well I never did. &amp;nbsp;My parents through thick and thin never once let me think that they didn't love each other. &amp;nbsp;Their mass amounts of PDA at all occassions was a continual reminder of that love. This next photo is of me and mom at a halloween party in Korea. &amp;nbsp;I love this one for many reasons, once again the love my mom has for my dad cause she dressed in his clothes! &amp;nbsp;(lol) and the courage she had to move to another country with my dad when she had never really traveled till she met my dad and married him. &amp;nbsp;Picture 3 is me and mom and my brother Alan, (funny story he always thought we were twins growing up and that my parents kept us apart for a few years but this proves that wrong another lol) I love this cause at the time my dad was gone alot and my mom had to do everything, yet she still smiles. &amp;nbsp;Alright photo 4 is of me and mom during a summer trip here to Az notice the TAN! Ok if any of you know me from back in the day I had huge hair, I mean back east bigger than big can of hairspray a week hair! &amp;nbsp;And what I want you to notice in this photo is hhmmmmm doesn't my mom's look like it is big 80's hair??? &amp;nbsp;I think this was the start of my big hair trust me it got a whole lot bigger (maybe one day I will show you) &amp;nbsp;Number 5 is of me and mom at my Seminary Graduation. &amp;nbsp;Yes I went to seminary all 4 years at 6 am (that is a nudge at my kids) and I walked both ways in the snow and at times up hill too!! &amp;nbsp;My mom never really pushed me to go but she helped me to go. &amp;nbsp;Ok last photo is me and mom on my wedding day. &amp;nbsp;The only thing that is not in this photo is my flowers cause she did them too (maybe another photo i will post one day) My mom made my dress. &amp;nbsp;I know how many moms do that? &amp;nbsp;(ok some of you are saying mine did mine did) She did the most amazing job it was all I wanted big bow on the back, poofy sleeves , the one thing I didn't like was the lace arms but she said I needed them ( I am sure some of you may know what I mean for, come to find out you don't they have things there for you). I also love this picture cause we are standing in front of the staute of Jesus Christ, my mom has been the greatest example of Christlike attributes and that I was being married in the same Temple as she was. &amp;nbsp;I love you MOM. &amp;nbsp;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510753110568973455-7454456492169549621?l=littlefooteprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I have been working for the last 17 years out side of my home. &amp;nbsp;I would have a child and then back to work, after Nikolas I got to stay home for about a year, which was good and bad my baby blues were BAD ok they were horrible. &amp;nbsp;And no one really knew what to do for me. &amp;nbsp;I also turned 30 and well for me that was a nasty time too. &amp;nbsp;So time has moved on and I have been working a lot I blogged about it before the detail of my &lt;a href="http://littlefooteprints.blogspot.com/2010/01/end-of-yearwhy-am-i-tired.html"&gt;Day&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(click here for refresher)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This past January we had a car break down, and I got to be home for about a week from work. &amp;nbsp;WOW my kids loved it, Dude I think liked it and my home liked me for it too. &amp;nbsp;We then decided after much prayer and talking that I needed to stay home on a more permanent basis. &amp;nbsp;SO after Valentine's Day I took the leap and have been working only one day at the flower shop. &amp;nbsp;It has been a hard adjustment. Yes hard. &amp;nbsp;I still feel like at 8pm I need to rush the kids to be so I can get sleep for paper time, this puts me in a frenzy. &amp;nbsp;The morning comes and I dread what all I need to get do for the day cause I have work the next (when actually I don't). &amp;nbsp;What has all this lead too, well I call it POST-WORK DEPRESSION. &amp;nbsp;It might not be an actual word but for me it is! &amp;nbsp;I find myself wanting to just lay in bed. My kids leave for school and I am in my PJ's and they get home I am still in my PJ's. &amp;nbsp;I get overwhelmed by the thoughts of all that needs to be done, no I am not wanting a Martha Stewart home, but wow a clean counter might be nice. &amp;nbsp;After much worrying about me Dude decided he would do what any husband can do for his wife.....buy her a piece of workout equipment! &lt;br /&gt;
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So here it is. &amp;nbsp;It is called a Trikke. &amp;nbsp;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.trikke.com/st01/home.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;It takes a lot of work to get going. &amp;nbsp;Smooth roads are the best and hills well lets just say AVOID at all cost. &amp;nbsp;The first day I sat on couch and stared at it thinking "WHAT ARE YOU THINKING SHANA". So I found an app on my phone that can track my distance. &amp;nbsp;Downloaded and then clicked my Pandora radio selection (day one was FERGIE) and I was off. &amp;nbsp;It was omgosh hard I got going looked up and I was only to the park just by my home. &amp;nbsp;Holy Crapoly. I am never going to make it. &amp;nbsp;But I remember that getting a work out they say beats the blues! &amp;nbsp;So I kept going. &amp;nbsp;Though a lot of people I passed walking, running and even driving by me had to probably be thinking what the heck is that (meaning me lol not my trikke I am sure) &amp;nbsp;I kept going. &amp;nbsp;Pushing and &amp;nbsp;pushing. &amp;nbsp;I decided to head home it was to much my legs were shaky and so I turned around and headed home. &amp;nbsp;I got in my door and turned my traker off and HOLY COW I rode 2.09km....really over a mile I rode! NO WAY CAN IT REALLY BE THAT EASY! &amp;nbsp;Today was day 2 and I got up to 3.1km. &amp;nbsp;I started to think hey wait a minute people always talk about running a 5k. &amp;nbsp;I almost came close maybe by the end of the month I will have a 5k under my belt on a trikke that is. &amp;nbsp;So here is to beating the POST WORK BLUES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510753110568973455-9087678861240119509?l=littlefooteprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since the 8th graders went to the middle school this year Emalee get to be in the Marching Band. &amp;nbsp;I have to say about this I am terribly excited and so proud. &amp;nbsp;Her band has improved just over this one season. &amp;nbsp;they were entered in the Queen Creek parade and they impressed the judges and got top ratings. &amp;nbsp;I love watching her, it reminds me of when I was in marching band. &amp;nbsp;I guess it would have been smart to have a pic of this so maybe later in another blog. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-avENRg4Ow68/TZImsRIRS8I/AAAAAAAAA08/yXjziDQmvZM/s1600/2010-11-06_16-51-31_803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-avENRg4Ow68/TZImsRIRS8I/AAAAAAAAA08/yXjziDQmvZM/s200/2010-11-06_16-51-31_803.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7NGUH0Qhag/TZImte_XfDI/AAAAAAAAA1A/SCrYLXGcnio/s1600/2010-11-06_16-54-17_538.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="111" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7NGUH0Qhag/TZImte_XfDI/AAAAAAAAA1A/SCrYLXGcnio/s200/2010-11-06_16-54-17_538.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know your thinking am I really seeing what I am seeing and the answer is yes you are. &amp;nbsp;They are chickens, 6 to be exact. &amp;nbsp;As you can tell they were super cute when we first got them that is....now they are big and well mean to. &amp;nbsp;Once they started laying they have become a pecking nightmare. &amp;nbsp;It freaks me out. &amp;nbsp;I worry about them all the time so now we have had to split them up. &amp;nbsp;Again with my COD problems and panic attacks and anxiety issues I am always worrying. We have 4 in the coup and 1 in a cage and then 1 who just roams the yard. &amp;nbsp;We have named her momma, she is the nicest she lets you hold her she follows me all over the yard. &amp;nbsp;She is like a puppy which is kind of funny. &amp;nbsp;We are getting about 5 eggs a day, so I hope some of you like eggs cause I am going to start running out of room in my fridge. &amp;nbsp;I like sharing so I will!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4esyVGT6Xs/TZIomv6eOuI/AAAAAAAAA1E/swWIGH5yIkg/s1600/2010-11-09_20-04-30_909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J4esyVGT6Xs/TZIomv6eOuI/AAAAAAAAA1E/swWIGH5yIkg/s320/2010-11-09_20-04-30_909.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJJt1IeMS_s/TZIor8dN1qI/AAAAAAAAA1U/QcOOzz_bGMA/s1600/2010-11-09_20-46-15_142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJJt1IeMS_s/TZIor8dN1qI/AAAAAAAAA1U/QcOOzz_bGMA/s320/2010-11-09_20-46-15_142.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Evening of Excellence....the YW leaders got dresses for all the girls and they all looked amazing. A special thanks to Tracie Halliday for getting a dress for Emalee and doing her hair. &amp;nbsp;I think they said it took 40 bobby pins. Price of beauty! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KohfXe7Kx4I/TZIplXGbnZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UwfGyOyRJS8/s1600/122610180546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KohfXe7Kx4I/TZIplXGbnZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UwfGyOyRJS8/s320/122610180546.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-up7607o47BU/TZIpnSBavoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TV3VzVaRFFc/s1600/122610181911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-up7607o47BU/TZIpnSBavoI/AAAAAAAAA1g/TV3VzVaRFFc/s320/122610181911.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes I am 38, wow hard to believe that one too. &amp;nbsp;My family took me to Texas Roadhouse along with my sister Toni, brother Chuck and parents. &amp;nbsp;As many of you know when it is your birthday there you have to sit on the saddle and look like your having the time of your life. &amp;nbsp;Well not only did I do this feat but my sister (whom I love dearly) decided to get the balloon man to make me a crown with 38 on it. &amp;nbsp;I wore it the entire dinner. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1JNz0ZviB0/TZIqjLX5StI/AAAAAAAAA1k/aKaMkrHh0LY/s1600/011611195730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e1JNz0ZviB0/TZIqjLX5StI/AAAAAAAAA1k/aKaMkrHh0LY/s320/011611195730.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nikolas is now in the Boy Scouts of America. &amp;nbsp;He earned his scout badge. &amp;nbsp;We are very happy for him. &amp;nbsp;Nathan is working to get his Eagle and Dude got his back in the day, so to have our boys get it too would be awesome. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0kL7unyH8c/TZIrM4jW6qI/AAAAAAAAA1o/jDj6NfalVsw/s1600/111910154259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0kL7unyH8c/TZIrM4jW6qI/AAAAAAAAA1o/jDj6NfalVsw/s320/111910154259.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As many of you know I am a floral designer. I work at Crismon's flowers. &amp;nbsp;I love my job, but after the last many few years I have become burned out. &amp;nbsp;I also throw news papers with Dude. &amp;nbsp;So after much praying and talking with Dude we decided I could take a step back and stay home alot more often. &amp;nbsp;I am enjoying being home, some say I will get bored and will run out of things to do but you know what if that happens I am ok with it. &amp;nbsp;I would like to keep doing flowers, maybe finally start that shop on my own one day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well that is lot of the past 6 months, I am sure there is so much more that I could have put in but for this post that is all. &amp;nbsp;I will try, no I will keep up with this and you all will LOVE IT! &amp;nbsp;(kidding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Typhoon----has a berry flavor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. White Out----has a citrus flavor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. Distortion----has a lime flavor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND THE WINNER IS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94utW4dOmI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hhRwVuWQalY/s1600/100_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94utW4dOmI/AAAAAAAAAtU/hhRwVuWQalY/s200/100_0097.JPG" tt="true" width="92" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TYPHOON---FOR NIKOLAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94u2yZ3_FI/AAAAAAAAAtc/DbcvnwXA8aA/s1600/100_0097-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94u2yZ3_FI/AAAAAAAAAtc/DbcvnwXA8aA/s200/100_0097-1.JPG" tt="true" width="88" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHITE OUT---FOR EMALEE &amp;amp; DUDE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94vCcuqjMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/cIHN_zhr6K0/s1600/100_0097-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94vCcuqjMI/AAAAAAAAAtk/cIHN_zhr6K0/s200/100_0097-2.JPG" tt="true" width="86" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DISTORTION---FOR NATHAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it we all like different ones.&amp;nbsp; But I am sure you are thinking hey what a minute what about you Shana?&amp;nbsp; You didn't give your choice.&amp;nbsp; And your right! That is cause my choice is.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94vqMX1HNI/AAAAAAAAAts/O_n8ah_yT10/s1600/080416-mountain-dew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S94vqMX1HNI/AAAAAAAAAts/O_n8ah_yT10/s400/080416-mountain-dew.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THAT IS RIGHT FOLKS I AM AND ALWAYS WILL BE A TRUE DIE HARD OF THE OFTEN IMITATED BUT NEVER DULIPCATED TRUE MOUNTAIN DEW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE YOU ALL GET A CHANCE TO TRY THEM FOR YOURSELVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE BEST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510753110568973455-7834001683287536493?l=littlefooteprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So&amp;nbsp;there I am in the store in an isle that I have not been in for what seems FOREVER!&amp;nbsp; I felt so out of place, I had no idea what to get!&amp;nbsp; I was having a panic attack.&amp;nbsp; I think I picked up 10 different kinds reading them looking and comparing them and still had no clue what to get.&amp;nbsp; Come on Shana this can't be that hard you used to do this all the time.&amp;nbsp; But it reminded me of Dude, when he came home from his mission he said his friends took him to the grocercy store and he just stood in awe of it.&amp;nbsp; (He served in Bolivia)&amp;nbsp; That was just 2 years away, so my 6 year hiatus grants me this panic and awe.&amp;nbsp; So any way these are what I got and I hope she is ok with them I am sure if she isn't she will for sure let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S8zhLvkKbII/AAAAAAAAAsk/RFnU8wlBsb4/s1600/2010-04-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S8zhLvkKbII/AAAAAAAAAsk/RFnU8wlBsb4/s400/2010-04-19.jpg" width="300" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3510753110568973455-3847012778823525140?l=littlefooteprints.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am feeling out of sorts these last couple of weeks I don't know if it is the change in the weather or me trying to change myself.&amp;nbsp; At one moment I feel like the white rabbit always late for something very important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S5Vo30Ly9jI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OwvfMILQv-M/s1600-h/rabbit.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S5Vo30Ly9jI/AAAAAAAAAr8/OwvfMILQv-M/s320/rabbit.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn't seem to matter what it is I do to keep it from happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I am not only late for things I seem to miss them entirely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then at other times I feel like Neo.&amp;nbsp; Where I am having to choose the red pill or the blue pill in deciding what way I want my life to go.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I feel that I have a serious GLITCH in my matrix.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S5VqGTt-w8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_0a8aX3tFTg/s1600-h/neo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sIl66P42Tyw/S5VqGTt-w8I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_0a8aX3tFTg/s320/neo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like I have done things already so then I start to think wait did I or didn't I?&amp;nbsp; This to makes my brain hurt to points I don't like.&amp;nbsp; The constant fear of thinking I may have taken the wrong pill loams over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;me.&amp;nbsp; This is where I have learned to fall to my knees and pray.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Will praying make me a better White Rabbit so that I will be on time for things/not miss things&amp;nbsp;or a more in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;control Neo and not letting my matrix get the best of me, but being my own matrix the way I want it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Are you confused? 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