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<?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl" type="text/xsl" media="screen"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css" type="text/css" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205</id><updated>2008-10-11T20:34:26.910-07:00</updated><title type="text">Swede at Heart</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/atom.xml?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/atom.xml" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SwedeAtHeart" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:emailServiceId xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">726710</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0">http://www.feedburner.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-2353685402416134623</id><published>2008-10-11T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T19:50:51.576-07:00</updated><title type="text">stoopid blog</title><content type="html">Please excuse my stoopid blog while I figure out how to post larger photos on my blog. J Cooper, will you please drop me an email so I don't look like a doofus? :) Pretty please with sugar and cherries?</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/2353685402416134623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=2353685402416134623" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2353685402416134623" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2353685402416134623" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/10/stoopid-blog.html" title="stoopid blog" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-2596142428261822402</id><published>2008-10-11T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:34:26.918-07:00</updated><title type="text">tutu test drive</title><content type="html">&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/swedeatheart/blog/IMG_8133copy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;We have had this fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.kaiyaeve.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kaiya Eve pettiskirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for 2 or 3 months, and I have been longing to test it out. We only had about 30 minutes of daylight left, but we made the most of it!
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&lt;br /&gt;Big sis also joined in the fun. After jewelry, jewelry and more jewelry, it is a nice reprieve to break out the camera for an impromptu session.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/2596142428261822402/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=2596142428261822402" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2596142428261822402" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2596142428261822402" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/10/tutu-test-drive.html" title="tutu test drive" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-827523643312122570</id><published>2008-10-03T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:22:33.206-07:00</updated><title type="text">Photography...a cautionary tale</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG-733204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG-733201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Photo used with permission of the phot-ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Scientists announced today a rare sub-type of PTSD, PTMMPD or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Post Traumatic My Mom's a Photographer Disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is characterized by bugging of the eyes, distortion of the smile, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;general facial contortions. Thankfully, this disorder appears transient in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nature; only appearing when a camera is pointed in the patients general &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;direction. At this point, no long term affects have been noted, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;scientists agree future studies will be needed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/827523643312122570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=827523643312122570" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/827523643312122570" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/827523643312122570" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/10/photographya-cautionary-tale.html" title="Photography...a cautionary tale" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-6382897339858830523</id><published>2008-09-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:34:37.571-07:00</updated><title type="text">Remembrances...rebirth</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxJiiWo0JbE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LxJiiWo0JbE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*I know you have many options for remembering 9.11. This youtube video has a unique perspective. Take a few moments to watch.*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would have a "I will never forget" moment. That all changed on 9.11.01. Like millions of Americans, my life changed that day. I lost my innocence, I became more fearful; guarded. Today I set out on a run and a block into it the heavens opened. I was soaked with rain. My first reaction was to turn around, but then I realized I needed this. As I ran my heart reflected on where I was 7 years ago, the grief and tears as fresh today as then. The further I ran the more cleansed I felt. I'm not sure what happened to me on the road today, but I know I felt reborn. I came home with my heart swollen with hope.&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:4-7&lt;br /&gt;4Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~be blessed&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/6382897339858830523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=6382897339858830523" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6382897339858830523" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6382897339858830523" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/09/remembrancesrebirth.html" title="Remembrances...rebirth" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-7272273841214003683</id><published>2008-09-09T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:30:41.246-07:00</updated><title type="text">Sunflowers!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7724-copy-2-780115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7724-copy-2-779939.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in Kansas most of my life, but can you believe I have never taken a photo of a sunflower? Last year I thought I would try, but I could not find a sunflower field. This year a friend was kind enough to tell me how to find it! I am so glad I did. We have known this family since we were newlyweds. They had been married like 3 years and I thought they were really wise. Now, 13 years later, they are still wise, and the closest friends we have. We have had our kids together, traveled together, trained together (Dea will do her first triathlon this weekend!). We have laughed, cried, celebrated and prayed together. When Kristian was in the hospital last year, they stepped in and cared for the other two without missing a beat, without a thought of how it would affect them. So my dear friends, thank you for sharing your lives with us, and thank you for letting me take these photos of your beautiful family. I hope you cherish them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7742-copy-787004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7742-copy-786899.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7647-copy-734072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7647-copy-733979.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7640-copy-775316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7640-copy-775253.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7630-copy-1-720856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7630-copy-1-720751.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7608-copy-771439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7608-copy-771350.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7696-copy-760985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7696-copy-760926.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/7272273841214003683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=7272273841214003683" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7272273841214003683" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7272273841214003683" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/09/sunflowers.html" title="Sunflowers!" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-1182987945723146277</id><published>2008-09-02T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:15:25.156-07:00</updated><title type="text">First Day of School!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7525-1-749284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7525-1-749204.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo would have been more poignant if *I* had been the one jumping in the photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7511-727431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7511-727369.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7505-701658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7505-701592.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were all so excited for today. They were up early, dressed and ready to see their friends and tackle this year. It was bittersweet for mom. While I am excited about what having 3 school age children means to me, I know that it also means a big chapter in our life is over. No more babies, no more mom's day out, pre-school, mother's tea...but they are so much fun. Every day, every year holds new challenges and new joys. I say,&lt;strong&gt;bring it on&lt;/strong&gt;!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/1182987945723146277/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=1182987945723146277" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/1182987945723146277" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/1182987945723146277" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html" title="First Day of School!" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-7404809062258544011</id><published>2008-08-30T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:09:19.536-07:00</updated><title type="text">wasted words, lost chances</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/Orchard_cruiser_boswell_t640-727166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/Orchard_cruiser_boswell_t640-727162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was driving home from the Post Office today and passed an antique store. Beckoning me in it's pink girlie splendor was an antique settee from the mid 1800s. I'm searching for a perfect photo chair like miss Jenn has so I had to investigate. While I was waiting for the owner an older gentleman engaged me in conversation. He asked what would I be wanting with an old pink settee and I told him I'd like to use it in photography. He mentioned that he has recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; photo fever as well. As the conversation went on, he mentioned that he would like to have his portrait taken. He said he doesn't know how long he has left on earth due to something with his vertebrae, his high blood pressure and his carpal tunnel. He wants to celebrate his 6 years free of Jack Daniels (which he referred to as his plasma) and leave a photo of him for people to remember. Finally, he mentioned his terminal disease: terminal depression. So you might wonder why an odd conversation like this has been ringing in my mind all afternoon. Do you know what I *wish* I had done instead of wishing him good luck and to have a nice weekend?! I wish I had said we are ALL terminal. We all suffer from a terminal disease called sin. There is but one Hope, one cure; Jesus. I thought what must it be like to want to leave something for someone to remember, and the fear of looking ahead without that Hope? Now I'm left instead with guilt about my silence. I will be praying that God will go beyond my weakness and somehow speak to his heart. To honor the gentleman, and maybe ask you to pray for him as well, I found his prize-winning photo online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ann&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/7404809062258544011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=7404809062258544011" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7404809062258544011" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7404809062258544011" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/08/wasted-words-lost-chances.html" title="wasted words, lost chances" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-3878961170065807940</id><published>2008-08-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:19:41.032-07:00</updated><title type="text">ooh tiny baby feet</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5281-733350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5281-733291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be past the baby time of my life, but I can still ooh and aww over tiny baby feet. This necklace features two tiny pendants, one with sweet little baby feet and a second with a name. They are tiny and delicate, perfect for every day. This would be a treasured gift for any new mom. It will be available on the &lt;a href="http://www.swedeatheart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; later today.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/3878961170065807940/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=3878961170065807940" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/3878961170065807940" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/3878961170065807940" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/08/ooh-tiny-baby-feet.html" title="ooh tiny baby feet" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-6076657471996625989</id><published>2008-08-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:55:40.210-07:00</updated><title type="text">la la la la lola</title><content type="html">This is Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_2041-735996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_2041-735938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola joined our family on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_2057-772508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_2057-772455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola likes to play with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6863-719684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6863-719645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola is almost as tall as I am when she stands on her hind legs. Sometimes I worry she is going to come alive and gnaw off my limbs in the night. This image was not helped much by meeting this Lola at the &lt;a href="http://www.omahazoo.com/"&gt;Omaha Zoo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7257-710589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7257-710540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say this was one of Katie's favorite stops.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/6076657471996625989/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=6076657471996625989" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6076657471996625989" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6076657471996625989" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/08/la-la-la-la-lola.html" title="la la la la lola" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-5246004226823407257</id><published>2008-08-12T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:43:15.678-07:00</updated><title type="text">Oh Baby!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7108-2-795617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7108-2-794517.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the privilege of shooting my first maternity shoot over the weekend. This is my gorgeous cousin who is expecting her first children. Yes, that's right, I said children. Plural. She is 30 weeks pregnant with twin boys. She is absolutely radiant. These are just a preview of her shoot. We set out at the golden hour and found a few quiet, romantic spots for photos. We also grabbed her husband (fresh from lawn mowing and painting the nursery) after we changed tops for a few family shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7105-copy-786550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7105-copy-786487.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7051-1-796857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_7051-1-796808.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/5246004226823407257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=5246004226823407257" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/5246004226823407257" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/5246004226823407257" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/08/oh-baby.html" title="Oh Baby!" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-609833958528206564</id><published>2008-08-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T16:53:26.264-07:00</updated><title type="text">Shoe Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6874-705324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6874-705289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit I was not a "shoe" person. I was the gal who would buy one pair of clunky black shoes a season and wear them with every outfit. Special occasions would send me into a shoe tizzy and result in a frantic trip to Payless. Maybe now I watch too much fashion related TV, or maybe I'm disheartened by the casual-ifying of America, but I can't get enough shoes. Pointy toed, peep-toe, I'm weak in the knees! These gorgeous patent brown shoes are the shoes I alluded to in a prior post, they will be great for fall and neutral enough to go with several outfits. But this patterned pair, oh my. I wanted something to wear to a baby shower I'm attending this weekend, but I wanted something better than the sparkly flip flops I've been wearing. I will be wearing the dress in my photo on the side-bar. It's a simple turquoise knit, but with these shoes va-va voom! The strange thing is, with the casual way America is now, the rest of the guests could all be in jeans. I may end up feeling like I'm dressed for the Oscars, not a baby shower. But I will suffer on in my paisley pretties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6876-742181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6876-742140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/609833958528206564/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=609833958528206564" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/609833958528206564" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/609833958528206564" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/08/shoe-love.html" title="Shoe Love" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-2146645497942924042</id><published>2008-08-04T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:30:23.629-07:00</updated><title type="text">at least I don't have to share</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6826-1-708305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6826-1-708246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do when a trip to the mail box feels like a journey to the center of the sun? Pretend it’s January and make cookies of course! One problem though, I seem to have dropped ½ an eggshell in the batter…whoops…I guess we don’t have to share with the neighbors! (I did spend at least 30 minutes picking out eggshell. I had no idea how many bits and pieces could be created by 1/2 of an eggshell...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking for my family can be a bit of a challenge between Rebekah's peanut allergy and Kristian's &lt;a href="http://www.celiac.org/cd-main.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;celiac disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(or intolerance to gluten). With this cookie recipe there is no worry of living without. I use a standard recipe for Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip cookies and substitute a gluten-free flour and soy-nut butter for the peanut butter. OMG they are the most amazing cookies on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my &lt;a href="http://www.swedeatheart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got a much needed face-lift this weekend courtesy of Amy of &lt;a href="http://www.simplycreative.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://www.simplycreative.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She designed my original website and she did a wonderful job of updating it to match my current style. It is a little organic and a little whimsical. Thanks Amy!</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/2146645497942924042/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=2146645497942924042" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2146645497942924042" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2146645497942924042" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/08/at-least-i-dont-have-to-share.html" title="at least I don't have to share" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-388741966187536261</id><published>2008-07-29T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:31:04.678-07:00</updated><title type="text">Monday Musings, Tuesday's Thoughts and Lightning Strikes</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;This post was supposed to be called Monday Musings, but my fried computer forced it to become Tuesday's Thoughts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Oreos are from the devil. I think the serving size is one ROW, am I wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6785-761647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6785-761601.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lightning striking your house is bad. It can fry your TV, VCR, computer monitor, wireless router, various plug-ins AND blow a hole in your wall. Who knew?? &lt;br /&gt;3. I miss beading. My jewelry and business has taken a different turn the past two years and now is 99.9% personalized work. While going to the funeral, I was able to work on my very special client's jewelry and she LOVES my fringe bracelets. So I rode to Northern Nebraska and back with this on my lap. Each of these beauties takes about 3 hours to sew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5187-768300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5187-768241.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5203-719874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5203-719801.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. We have a mourning dove that spends all day on our roof. I do not know where her nest is, or why she's there, but she's always singing her mourning song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6782-796886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6782-796843.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Volleyball camp is FUN! I can't tell you how fun it is to see Rebekah discovering volleyball. This is especially meaningful since it was "my" sport. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6776-724078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6776-724027.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I actually have more thoughts than 5, but I think my customers would rather I save those for another day and GET.TO.WORK. :)&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Ann</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/388741966187536261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=388741966187536261" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/388741966187536261" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/388741966187536261" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/07/monday-musings-tuesdays-thoughts-and.html" title="Monday Musings, Tuesday's Thoughts and Lightning Strikes" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-2933844739946018240</id><published>2008-07-26T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:27:07.655-07:00</updated><title type="text">A Legacy of Strength</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5185-733027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5185-732948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask any male member of my extended family and you will find that I come from a long (LONG) line of strong, independent women. Last week I lost the matriarch of that line. My grandmother went home to Jesus at the age of 97 years, 11 months. She was a very creative woman who helped support her large (8 kids!) family by painting. She also wrote poetry, played piano and sang beautifully. It's such a wonderful legacy passed down through the generations. I can see it continuing in my own daughters. As a way to honor her, all the daughters and granddaughters wore her hats to the funeral. She loved to wear hats, and was known about town as the hat lady. :) (I'm the one in the brown dress with the pink hat. I will have another post about the shoes...) This is a photo of me with my grandma when I was about 7-8 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/gandma_0002-727545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/gandma_0002-727530.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the card from the funeral was printed one of Grandma's poems. I think it truly gives insight into her, as well as the long line of women who came after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;And of course it's true&lt;br /&gt;I dream of the past and the&lt;br /&gt;present too.&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams I come up with&lt;br /&gt;Are impossible schemes&lt;br /&gt;And quickly I relegate them&lt;br /&gt;Back to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;But then there are times&lt;br /&gt;When a favorite scheme will&lt;br /&gt;quickly take form&lt;br /&gt;And become more than a dream.&lt;br /&gt;The idea is strong and "heady"&lt;br /&gt;I drop everything and work on it steady.&lt;br /&gt;It's work, but it's pleasure-&lt;br /&gt;Intriguing, provoking, a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I'm a dreamer, all kinds of things&lt;br /&gt;Rolled into one-&lt;br /&gt;Mystic, sad, glad and fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm absent-minded, sub-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Consciously right.&lt;br /&gt;You can't make me over&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever try.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way to be&lt;br /&gt;wild and to be free&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit it&lt;br /&gt;"It's me"&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/2933844739946018240/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=2933844739946018240" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2933844739946018240" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2933844739946018240" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/07/legacy-of-strength.html" title="A Legacy of Strength" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-7232866530710909467</id><published>2008-07-20T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:59:35.954-07:00</updated><title type="text">Just for Fun</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5076-1-704328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5076-1-704324.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in awhile I have to make something just for fun. 99.9% of what I make is custom now so it's nice to take a moment to make something new. It features a hand stamped sterling silver pendant and has a sterling silver chain. This sweet circle has a whimsical tree design with a heart hiding in the branches. The text reads "love makes the world go round". My sister promptly claimed this as her own, so I will have to offer this one as a custom too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5078-1-725265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_5078-1-725260.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/7232866530710909467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=7232866530710909467" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7232866530710909467" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7232866530710909467" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/07/just-for-fun.html" title="Just for Fun" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-2659955355347265926</id><published>2008-07-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T11:06:41.596-07:00</updated><title type="text">Friends &amp; Family</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4985-761767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4985-761674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so blessed in our neighborhood. After 5 years in our last house, we still did not know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; name nor did we have almost any interaction with our neighbors. They were primarily retirees and really had no interest in our young, growing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were led to this neighborhood by a close friend. She raved about how friendly everyone was. We were not mislead! It is the kind of place where people who are considering moving up don't simply because they can't bear to leave the neighborhood. We have formed close friendships with several neighbors. One of these families is kind enough to take us boating occasionally during the summer. Last weekend was the first time Katie and her best friend (and according to them, future husband) went tubing. It was also the first time his older brother tubed. He went with Kristian first to get the hang of it. Look how squished the big boys are in the tube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4997-761752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4997-761590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how tiny the little ones look in the raft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4992-797395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4992-797296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://jenklammphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: there are a couple houses for sale...you would fit right in!! :)</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/2659955355347265926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=2659955355347265926" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2659955355347265926" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2659955355347265926" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/07/friends-family.html" title="Friends &amp; Family" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-2519749932802669417</id><published>2008-07-14T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:38:23.054-07:00</updated><title type="text">Are you ready to runway?</title><content type="html">&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v143/swedeatheart/100_5020.flv"&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;We are! We are counting down the minutes until the next season of Project Runway premieres this week. Look out Heidi, Katie's working on her strut. :)</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/2519749932802669417/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=2519749932802669417" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2519749932802669417" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/2519749932802669417" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/07/are-you-ready-to-runway.html" title="Are you ready to runway?" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-3377144840230417626</id><published>2008-06-28T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:19:56.077-07:00</updated><title type="text">Faith Like A Child</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/salvationstory1-728546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/salvationstory1-728531.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/salvationstory2-746927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/salvationstory2-746916.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is in a prolific drawing age. She came home from VBS a couple weeks ago and drew this for me. I knew what it was immediately so I asked her to explain it to me. She very succinctly told me how sin separates us from God, and Jesus is the only way to bridge the gap between us. It never ceases to amaze me the depth of their understanding of God, even at 5 years old.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/3377144840230417626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=3377144840230417626" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/3377144840230417626" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/3377144840230417626" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/06/faith-like-child.html" title="Faith Like A Child" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-3638406350556631533</id><published>2008-06-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:07:33.692-07:00</updated><title type="text">Summer Fun</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6512-786922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6512-786854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night would fall into the category of halcyon days. It was one of those perfect summer nights where the neighbors come out to chat and the kids play until after dark. K was perfecting her cycling on her bike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/zuwhat-776644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/zuwhat-776623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6499-729012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We investigated a new vegetable given to us by a neighbor. Maybe Nana will make zucchini bread for us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6494-754221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6494-754132.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't participate in flickr.com's self portrait challenge, but I love how K &amp; I were caught in the reflection! I really was just trying to catch mister too-cool-for-school...</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/3638406350556631533/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=3638406350556631533" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/3638406350556631533" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/3638406350556631533" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/06/summer-fun.html" title="Summer Fun" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-7575819756419867020</id><published>2008-06-22T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:00:00.150-07:00</updated><title type="text">Hip to be Square</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4889-745606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4889-745598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am so in love with this new necklace. It is now available on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=12786008"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It features a 1" sterling silver open square pendant and a 14K gold filled circle pendant.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/7575819756419867020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=7575819756419867020" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7575819756419867020" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/7575819756419867020" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/06/hip-to-be-square.html" title="Hip to be Square" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-4943977724432979198</id><published>2008-06-17T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:57:25.049-07:00</updated><title type="text">16 Father's Days</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG-735191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG-735185.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;It has been 16 Father's Days since I last saw you. I remember our last Father's Day together. I took you on a date. We saw a movie that had swear words in it and we were both so embarrassed. Then I took you out for ice cream. It's one of my most cherished memories of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see your little girl now. I know you wouldn't believe it from when you last saw me, but can you believe I got your hair? It's dark and curly, just like yours. It's my daily physical tie to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see your granddaughter Rebekah and how she is long and lean just like you. She is passionate and stubborn just like you. She is fierce about her family and friends, just like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could see your grandson Kristian and how he is also a string bean. He is so athletic, just like you. We installed a basketball hoop this summer. I wish you could shoot hoops with him. He has your name as his middle name. I wish you could see how proud he is of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could meet Katie. She has your easy going personality. Everyone loves her. Her personality is infectious, just like yours. People love to be around her, just like you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Daddy? Most of all, I wish I could sit in your lap, just one more time. I imagine myself doing that often. I miss you Daddy. I love you so much, and I know I will see you again in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, your daughter,&lt;br /&gt;Ann</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/4943977724432979198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=4943977724432979198" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/4943977724432979198" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/4943977724432979198" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/06/16-fathers-days.html" title="16 Father's Days" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-1906228000210517181</id><published>2008-06-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:54:25.887-07:00</updated><title type="text">Tiny Sentiments, Gold</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/collage-703615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/collage-703585.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new necklace is available now. It has 3 tiny &amp; delicate gold filled pendants and swings from a gold filled chain.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/1906228000210517181/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=1906228000210517181" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/1906228000210517181" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/1906228000210517181" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/06/tiny-sentiments-gold.html" title="Tiny Sentiments, Gold" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-6319249751298704466</id><published>2008-06-09T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:55:50.857-07:00</updated><title type="text">insult to injury</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/danskinonline/wavehome3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/danskinonline/wavehome3.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I was supposed to be this weekend. However we decided (boohoo) that the trip was going to be too costly and to find a local triathlon to do. So this is how I actually spent my weekend. &lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6330-762797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG_6330-762763.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From insult to injury, literally, I fell, or as I like to say, I was falling, with style...I was returning a neighbor's puppy home and fell off the sidewalk. Lovely. I sprained my foot and pulled some ligaments. I was on crutches for a couple days, but now I can walk unassisted again. I swam today, but it will be a few more days before I can ride, let alone run. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the weekend? When my sweet son sat down next to me before going outside to play and asked me if there was anything he could get for me before leaving. Awww. :)</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/6319249751298704466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=6319249751298704466" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6319249751298704466" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6319249751298704466" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/06/insult-to-injury.html" title="insult to injury" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-4694053184483334737</id><published>2008-05-27T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:27:22.253-07:00</updated><title type="text">he eats everything with a fork and knife</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/beckham-790897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/beckham-790889.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photo copyright AP.*&lt;br /&gt;Really. My sweet hubby eats everything with a fork and knife. And not just to embarrass me either! It's that European thing creeping into our daily lives. Donuts, pizza, muffins, ribs, crab. You name it, he would prefer utensils, thank you very much. I came across this photo of David Beckham the other day eating a caramel apple at an NBA game with a knife and fork! Maybe it will start a trend! Hmmm, maybe it's not so uncool after all...&lt;br /&gt;~blessings</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/4694053184483334737/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=4694053184483334737" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/4694053184483334737" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/4694053184483334737" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/05/he-eats-everything-with-fork-and-knife.html" title="he eats everything with a fork and knife" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2277102177783682205.post-6118975579919088740</id><published>2008-05-23T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:36:37.667-07:00</updated><title type="text">heart &amp; soul</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4648-2-786774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/uploaded_images/100_4648-2-786723.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our families and children are our heart &amp; soul. This necklace combines hammered texture on the round pendant with the smooth of the heart. Now available on my website &lt;a href="http://swedeatheart.com/boutique/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or my etsy &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5118499"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/6118975579919088740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2277102177783682205&amp;postID=6118975579919088740" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6118975579919088740" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2277102177783682205/posts/default/6118975579919088740" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://swedeatheart.com/blog/2008/05/heart-soul.html" title="heart &amp; soul" /><author><name>Swede at Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16907065863964886369</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>
