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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Whittier Boulevard&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Being a big fan of the English language, I can't help but notice when things don't go quite right in that department.&amp;nbsp; The Los Angeles area is a huge melting pot of many different cultures, predominantly Asian and Hispanic, but there are others as well.﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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Every morning I pass by this print shop on Whittier&amp;nbsp;Boulevard.&amp;nbsp; I really wonder how much work they get, as their sign doesn't exactly inspire confidence in their abilities to&amp;nbsp;do a good job for your sign or banner.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mean, what is wrong with this picture:&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know, the "pringting" is bad, but that backwards "G" doesn't win them any points, either.&amp;nbsp; Next time I have some "pringting" to do, and need a dyslexic non-native English speaker to take care of it,&amp;nbsp;I'll know where to bring it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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If only they'd opened an ice cream shop, it might not have been so bad!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Hope this made you smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-5956201479957678437?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were crowds everywhere - this is the Red Robin Restaurant lobby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was just a crazy Saturday night out with the girls.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lots of people everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;We did a movie and dinner in La Habra this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; The movie was fun (the book was better - I need a tee-shirt that says that) and dinner was delicious.&amp;nbsp; I could wax poetic about the joys of a movie and some good ol' popcorn - it's the complete movie experience - but I'll try to restrain myself.&amp;nbsp; And there are few things in life better than a bleu cheese burger with onion "sticks" from Red Robin.&amp;nbsp; Need I say more?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Best of all&amp;nbsp;is having&amp;nbsp;good friends to hang with.&amp;nbsp; It's nice to have friends to share with and laugh (and sometimes cry) with.&amp;nbsp; I know some of the most interesting and delightful women on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks, my dears.&amp;nbsp; Let's do it again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-9191977463070015325?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRplq9M7m8o/TybYSjQ_xQI/AAAAAAAACHU/MSjn_4YH5LU/s1600/Scan2+3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="436" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FRplq9M7m8o/TybYSjQ_xQI/AAAAAAAACHU/MSjn_4YH5LU/s640/Scan2+3.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother and I in Odalen, Norway&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have a dear friend named Eva who is currently living in faraway Australia.&amp;nbsp; But back in the summer of 1969, we were both young and fancy free and met one another for the first time in her grandmother's home in the Norwegian countryside.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eva's grandmother was a great friend of my grandparents.&amp;nbsp; She was a wonderful woman, and a faithful Latter-day Saint, even though she lived far away from any organized branches of the church.&amp;nbsp; Visiting her on her farm was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmOKuSe8P4s/TybYWXRud1I/AAAAAAAACHc/zeQKtIwTgkQ/s1600/Scan2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="436" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmOKuSe8P4s/TybYWXRud1I/AAAAAAAACHc/zeQKtIwTgkQ/s640/Scan2.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva, her grandmother, Margit Wangen (standing); my mother and me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The summer of '69 was one of the best summers ever, in what I think was probably the best year of my life.&amp;nbsp; I had just graduated from high school and was on my way to college in the fall, and my family got to spend the summer months with my Norwegian grandparents in Oslo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr1AGeNvtTs/TybYfkEtzhI/AAAAAAAACHk/hQI3Nxkcnvc/s1600/Scan2+5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vr1AGeNvtTs/TybYfkEtzhI/AAAAAAAACHk/hQI3Nxkcnvc/s400/Scan2+5.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eva rowing on the lake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Eva, just slightly older than me, is one of the most beautiful women I've ever met.&amp;nbsp; She later married a handsome Austrian chef and traveled the world with him.&amp;nbsp; She has three lovely (grown-up) daughters.&amp;nbsp; Time sure flies by!&amp;nbsp; It seems just yesterday that we were kids rowing on that Norwegian lake.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFPFI2G0xn0/TybYk5RSzcI/AAAAAAAACHs/yaPccRCvY6Q/s1600/Scan2+4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFPFI2G0xn0/TybYk5RSzcI/AAAAAAAACHs/yaPccRCvY6Q/s400/Scan2+4.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Dad and I - Daddy rowed us in circles, as I recall!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My father had not been back to Norway since his missionary days in the late 40s, so he was nearly overcome with emotion to be back again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ1QdXNVhQ4/TybYodokaBI/AAAAAAAACH0/sw3mwEItngo/s1600/Scan2+1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VJ1QdXNVhQ4/TybYodokaBI/AAAAAAAACH0/sw3mwEItngo/s640/Scan2+1.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Margit, Mamma, and Jay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_QHSmT3hQA/TybYxuu2gmI/AAAAAAAACH8/NFCx0l_APFw/s1600/Scan2+2.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_QHSmT3hQA/TybYxuu2gmI/AAAAAAAACH8/NFCx0l_APFw/s400/Scan2+2.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandfather, Einar, and my brother&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm so grateful to Eva for posting these pictures for me!&amp;nbsp; It's fun to be able to share them with you.&amp;nbsp; This was one of the last summers I was still taller than my brother!&amp;nbsp; It was also the last summer we saw my grandmother before she passed away (she was too ill to take the trip to Odalen and passed in 1970).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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In life you get&amp;nbsp;family, and then there are the friends who feel like family.&amp;nbsp; I've been blessed with a lot of&amp;nbsp;both.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-2170056642300162101?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziMrY1UoSwo/TyGxfslyp1I/AAAAAAAACGc/BgzTNVHSAEI/s1600/Tragedy+on+1-23-12+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziMrY1UoSwo/TyGxfslyp1I/AAAAAAAACGc/BgzTNVHSAEI/s320/Tragedy+on+1-23-12+(2).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wouldn't have published this one at all (above) except it pretty well captured the color of the clouds.&amp;nbsp; I tried all kinds of different settings, but could not seem to get it right.&amp;nbsp; I thought my readers could just imagine the two images somehow combined.&amp;nbsp; And not so blurry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I thought it was just me, but then they mentioned it on the KTLA news the following morning!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Following that,&amp;nbsp;I saw a post from my friend Robin saying she had been blown away by the same sunset on her way home that&amp;nbsp;night.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay, then.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't just me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then I discovered that my friend and co-worker, Sabrina, had so loved that same sunset, she had taken photos of it, too!&amp;nbsp; Hers turned out way better than mine:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All I can say is, Mother Earth is pretty incredible.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As&amp;nbsp;the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins&amp;nbsp;once wrote, "&lt;em&gt;The world is charged with the grandeur of God&lt;/em&gt;".&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am also reminded of the Psalmist who wrote, "&lt;em&gt;The heavens declare the glory of God; and the&amp;nbsp;firmament sheweth&amp;nbsp;His handywork".&lt;/em&gt; (Psalms 19:1)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7vgBQ2ApA/TyGxic7ON9I/AAAAAAAACGk/oogdlv_KQb4/s1600/January+23-2012+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8L7vgBQ2ApA/TyGxic7ON9I/AAAAAAAACGk/oogdlv_KQb4/s320/January+23-2012+001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Compare and Contrast:&amp;nbsp; The photo above&amp;nbsp;is the more typical&amp;nbsp;view I get when I leave the office.&amp;nbsp; This was taken from the hill just above my office the week before (Wednesday, January 18th).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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[I was trying to capture the sunset that night, too, but some lady got freaked out by my parking close to her in the dark with my lights on - she acosted me&amp;nbsp;while I was concentrating on trying to take the picture and nearly scared me to death!&amp;nbsp; (Sorry, lady!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I didn't mean to frighten you, either!)&amp;nbsp; Being an amateur photographer can be perilous.]&lt;br /&gt;
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Nevertheless, I just had to share.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy to have been able to see that sunset and know that it was seen and appreciated by so many people that evening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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In the superlative words of e.e. cummings:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thank You God for most this amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;which is natural which is infinite which is yes&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-6999282713130446668?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Chuck Cast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I suppose I should be grateful for getting 4 1/2 seasons out of my favorite TV show,&amp;nbsp;Chuck, but I can't help but feel that NBC short-changed this fun offering.&amp;nbsp; I suppose in the long run, it's nothing personal, it's just financial - still, it's sad to see them go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I sometimes think the new shows are just trying to out-gross each other.&amp;nbsp; And I'm not talking about money now.&amp;nbsp; I am so sick of the vulgarity and disgusting visual images in the current TV line-up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I tried to watch a couple of new shows recently.&amp;nbsp; They were billed as comedies, but they were sad, pointless, and filled with sexual situations that I found degrading to both men and women.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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To quote President Boyd K. Packer, President of the Quorum of Twelve Apostles:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;You too live in a time of war, the spiritual war that will never end.&amp;nbsp; War itself now dominates the affairs of mankind.&amp;nbsp; Your world at war has lost its innocence.&amp;nbsp; There is nothing, however crude or unworthy, that is not deemed acceptable for movies or plays or music or converstaion.&amp;nbsp; The world seems to be turned upside down.&lt;br /&gt;
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Formality, respect for authority, dignity,&amp;nbsp;and nobility are mocked.&amp;nbsp; Modesty and neatness yield to slouchiness and shabbiness in dress and grooming.&amp;nbsp; The rules of honesty and integrity and basic morality are now ignored.&amp;nbsp; Conversation is laced with profanity.&amp;nbsp; You see that in art and literature, in drama and entertainment.&amp;nbsp; Instead of being refined, they become coarse. (See i Timothy 4:1-3; 2 Timothy 3:1-9)&lt;br /&gt;
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You have decisions almost every day as to whether you will follow those trends..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yvonne Strahovski, Zack Levy and Adam Baldwin of Chuck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The final episode airs this Friday on NBC, at 8 p.m. PST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Okay, to get back on topic,&amp;nbsp;I spent the evening watching a DVD set of an oldie but goodie: Scarecrow and Mrs. King.&amp;nbsp; Remember that one from the 80s?&amp;nbsp; Well, it was refreshing watching a show that didn't offend me or disgust me, or gross me out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Funny, now I think about it, the premise of Chuck was just&amp;nbsp;Scarecrow and Mrs. King turned on its ear:&amp;nbsp;the intelligent, but innocent, Mrs. King becoming the intelligent, but innocent Chuck Bartowski.&amp;nbsp; The invincible, good-looking spy Lee Stetson, replaced by the invincible, beautiful spy Sarah Walker.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate Jackson and Bruce Boxleitner of Scarecrow and Mrs. King&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The networks despair over&amp;nbsp;a rising generation that has so many entertainment choices that TV is far down on its list.&amp;nbsp; However, excuse me if I'm wrong, but good writing, and quality programming have always been a big draw with any generation.&amp;nbsp; If that wasn't true, we wouldn't have heard of some guys named Shakespeare or Ibsen.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's photos such as these that make it easy to understand why ancient people held the tops of mountains to be sacred.&amp;nbsp; (If you&amp;nbsp;ever visit the National Observatory at Kitt Peak outside of Tucson, Arizona, they have an orientation&amp;nbsp;film that mentions this concept.&amp;nbsp; Or, at least, they used to!)&lt;br /&gt;
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Desiree&amp;nbsp;writes that it's hard to get good photos of Mt. Hood as it's usually shrouded in a heavy cloud cover.&amp;nbsp; However, the weather has been unusually dry and clear this month, making this great photo possible.&amp;nbsp; (Since then they've received a wee bit o' snow, I believe!)&lt;br /&gt;
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She calls this her "why I moved to Oregon" shot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Even though I enjoy living in Southern California, I totally understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-2195181554762001028?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love the rain.&amp;nbsp; I say this alot.&amp;nbsp; Mainly because I never seem to get enough of it.&amp;nbsp; That comes from growing up in the Arizona desert, and then moving to another desert environment.&amp;nbsp; Southern California may have the ocean, but it's technically a desert too, although some prefer to say we have a "Mediterranean" climate.&amp;nbsp; It sounds more chic to say it that way, I suppose.&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;Monday&amp;nbsp;morning I was happy to be able to use my windshield wipers!&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;I took these pictures out my office manager's window.&amp;nbsp; The hillside below my office building looks rather beautiful in the rain, don't you think?&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;Have a wonderful day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmUj79YMaoM/Tx29L1Zam8I/AAAAAAAACFc/fGMhtL_ZeYo/s1600/January+23-2012+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HmUj79YMaoM/Tx29L1Zam8I/AAAAAAAACFc/fGMhtL_ZeYo/s320/January+23-2012+007.jpg" width="320" /&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/5323916495774168934-9005099839001684287?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PW_3PsHqUhY/Tx2byg8hahI/AAAAAAAACFE/rUqtn9hQY4g/s1600/Julies+Toby.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PW_3PsHqUhY/Tx2byg8hahI/AAAAAAAACFE/rUqtn9hQY4g/s400/Julies+Toby.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A happy Toby trying to look cool for the camera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A friend of mine recently lost a pet to cancer.&amp;nbsp; It was a difficult time for her.&amp;nbsp; With loving concern, she and her vet did all they could to save the kitty, but it wasn't enough.&amp;nbsp; Sweet little Sam&amp;nbsp;was only a couple of years old when he finally lost his battle with that dread disease.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My friend decided to adopt not long afterwards.&amp;nbsp; She heard about Toby and Theo through a rescue group.&amp;nbsp; Toby and Theo were found, alone, in a vacant apartment in Compton, California.&amp;nbsp; Someone had left them with some food, water and a litter box&amp;nbsp;before they&amp;nbsp;had abandoned them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Rescue workers wanted to keep the two together.&amp;nbsp; One cat was pretty outgoing, but the other was shy and quiet.&amp;nbsp; They had been through a lot together.&lt;br /&gt;
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My friend took them both.&amp;nbsp; She said the kitties were happy to have a home and are adapting quite well to living with her.&amp;nbsp; The boys are helping my friend heal from her loss.&amp;nbsp; They are&amp;nbsp;all three&amp;nbsp;settling in comfortably together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Toby looks pretty mischievous to me!&amp;nbsp; And Theo reminds me very much of a sweet kitty I once knew named Doc Savage, Cat of Bronze.&amp;nbsp; Doc was one of the best little Daddy cats I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shy Theo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thousands of animals are euthanized each day across America who could have been given a chance to survive.&amp;nbsp; If you are planning on getting a pet, please adopt from a shelter!&amp;nbsp; There are so many wonderful animals in the world who need a good home like yours.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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If you already have a pet - please spay and neuter your animals!&amp;nbsp; It is the responsible, kind thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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This has been a public service announcement on behalf of little Theos and Tobys (and Jacks) everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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Meow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-4702589645576096850?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I forgot to mention that he also appeared as Thanksgiving Turkey Guy at Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp; And, as if to restore my faith in mankind, he offered to send me a photo of himself dressed as the aforementioned Thanksgiving Turkey Guy when I admitted I'd been too shy to ask him to pose for me in November.&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact, he sent it to me, right then and there as I was waiting in the check-out line.&amp;nbsp; Is that nice, or what?&lt;br /&gt;
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So, here it is, to brighten your day:&amp;nbsp; Thanksgiving Turkey Guy!&amp;nbsp; The Gobble-meister himself!&amp;nbsp; In all his All-American Turkey glory:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5i4isLGT2QM/Txid9x8lC6I/AAAAAAAACE8/MwrQm65YMlw/s1600/trader+Joes+Turkey+Guycrop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5i4isLGT2QM/Txid9x8lC6I/AAAAAAAACE8/MwrQm65YMlw/s640/trader+Joes+Turkey+Guycrop.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It gives the phrase&amp;nbsp;"thunder thighs" a whole new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish I'd gotten a side view as well.&amp;nbsp; Sideways&amp;nbsp;the effect&amp;nbsp;was even better.&lt;br /&gt;
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The feet just make the whole thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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When I came across him in this garb, back in November, he was chatting to a little girl sitting in a shopping cart being pushed by her mommy.&amp;nbsp; The little girl didn't think there was anything strange about this guy at all, or the way he looked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Or, maybe it was just that my own giggles were drowning out hers.&amp;nbsp; Could be!&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll be looking for Thanksgiving Turkey guy again in 11 months.&amp;nbsp; In the meantime, I'll be bracing myself for Valentine's Day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-2967400133715863245?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Left to right: Samantha, Ashlyn, Hayden, Finn and Jude&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The above is a picture of my cousin Colleen's sweet grandkids taken at Christmastime.&amp;nbsp; Colleen's oldest sister Ellen, a vibrant&amp;nbsp;and wonderful soul,&amp;nbsp;passed away on the 10th, leaving me thinking a lot about my own mortality, and feeling intensely grateful for a loving Heavenly Father who has given us a Plan that allows for families to be together eternally.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;“Modern studies show that the public feels a widespread hunger for heaven—and family life in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I want to be with my family eternally more than I want anything else.&lt;br /&gt;
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“No church has a greater commitment to family history than the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints does. We pursue family roots and records partly to know our ancestors but also to provide temple ordinances that build eternal bonds across the generations. Our understanding of family history also extends back to our pre-earth life, showing that our individual spirits are only one generation away from Him who is the literal Father of our spirit. Thus we pray to Him as “Heavenly Father,” and we call each other “brother” and “sister.” He sent us to earth to develop through demanding experience the personal qualities we need to live forever with Him. Then the Atonement makes it possible for us, if we are faithful, to return to be eternally “at one” with Him and with our mortal families.&lt;br /&gt;
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“As Elder Dallin H. Oaks of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles said: “The fulness of eternal salvation is a family affair. … The gospel plan originated in the council of an eternal family, it is implemented through our earthly families, and has its destiny in our eternal families.”&lt;br /&gt;
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“As the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote, “Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.” Because of Family Future and Family Past, true love in Family Present is never wasted, and our sacrifices for the sake of eternal love signify everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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“It isn’t easy to translate these principles into a tidy, daily reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Family life is by its nature a continual struggle between the ideal and the real. But if your home often knows warm feelings of love and laughter, if your family is trying—even most of the time—to have family prayer, home evening, and honestly shared gospel experiences, you are learning the pattern for happiness. We know each other at our worst, and our best, in the closeness of family life. At our worst, we might wonder how we can keep living with each other. But in the best moments, we can’t really imagine living without each other.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Your longing to belong forever to a loving family comes from God, and He has promised its fulfillment, if you are faithful: “For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness” (Psalms 107:9). &lt;br /&gt;
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“I know His promise is sure.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Excerpts from “Joy”, an address given at BYU-Idaho on 13 Nov 2001 by Bruce C. Hafen of the Seventy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-5373325486020386003?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haHxip0yaLU/Twcsrp8_gwI/AAAAAAAACAI/5cjOvszFv64/s1600/shenyang+here+we+are.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-haHxip0yaLU/Twcsrp8_gwI/AAAAAAAACAI/5cjOvszFv64/s640/shenyang+here+we+are.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here we are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-7767472078325325279?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_MaygKgcfU/TxUTp3kHOxI/AAAAAAAACDU/teNBJ1WSywI/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7_MaygKgcfU/TxUTp3kHOxI/AAAAAAAACDU/teNBJ1WSywI/s400/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+015.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A tree!&amp;nbsp; Mark had put up a tree just for us!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My group of crazy friends has a tradition of celebrating Christmas in January.&amp;nbsp; We've been doing this for years.&amp;nbsp; It all started because there are just so many of us, and trying to schedule a Saturday in December was absurd.&amp;nbsp; There were always conflicts, and even when people did show up, they had to scurry off somewhere to do Christmas shopping, or for commitments to work or family or (shocked gasp!) other groups of friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, now we just pick a Saturday in January and plan a whole leisurely day of good food, great conversation and gift exchanges.&amp;nbsp; It's really the best of both worlds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apgdX7gzWRg/TxUT15Z5HiI/AAAAAAAACDc/I35FygkmyYU/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-apgdX7gzWRg/TxUT15Z5HiI/AAAAAAAACDc/I35FygkmyYU/s640/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+018.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past Saturday was the day.&amp;nbsp; We all convened in the early afternoon.&amp;nbsp; This is what I saw (above) when I arrived.&amp;nbsp; There were already enough presents to sink the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;
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We even had Santa&amp;nbsp;there - and Barb participating from Virginia via the wonders of modern technology!&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/-rhM7UtH53Vk/TxUT_sTcmCI/AAAAAAAACDk/SbVOkL9EhOU/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhM7UtH53Vk/TxUT_sTcmCI/AAAAAAAACDk/SbVOkL9EhOU/s640/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+020.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was even an appearance by the truly adorable spirit of Christmas present!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ec-eY5iHkc/TxUUJeAef_I/AAAAAAAACDs/wwIdIw-54AA/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0ec-eY5iHkc/TxUUJeAef_I/AAAAAAAACDs/wwIdIw-54AA/s640/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+001.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
We saw some people we hadn't seen in a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1GJmcCdR5I/TxUUOh95kfI/AAAAAAAACD0/cHQ59bEv6Ko/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W1GJmcCdR5I/TxUUOh95kfI/AAAAAAAACD0/cHQ59bEv6Ko/s640/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+006.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;..we gave each other silly gifts, and serious ones...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64JKInWwtgg/TxUUWS-9rHI/AAAAAAAACD8/a6CVj8EsXZQ/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-64JKInWwtgg/TxUUWS-9rHI/AAAAAAAACD8/a6CVj8EsXZQ/s400/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+016.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...and ate ourselves into a happy food coma.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlgwJCBMR6A/TxUUfPd6O6I/AAAAAAAACEE/W5O83oAIwaE/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MlgwJCBMR6A/TxUUfPd6O6I/AAAAAAAACEE/W5O83oAIwaE/s400/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+017.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dinner was turkey with all the fixings imaginable, and then some.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pci7c3uD8MI/TxUUkgzmWtI/AAAAAAAACEM/RNeA83bV3Ek/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pci7c3uD8MI/TxUUkgzmWtI/AAAAAAAACEM/RNeA83bV3Ek/s400/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L5RQsdgx-s/TxUUzPGWk6I/AAAAAAAACEU/EY_p_qBhjm0/s1600/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8L5RQsdgx-s/TxUUzPGWk6I/AAAAAAAACEU/EY_p_qBhjm0/s640/2012+Jan+Christmas+Party+029.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A LOT of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piper (top of the cat tree) looks ready to pounce into the red tub while his brother Leo looks on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We even had all three cat children participating.&amp;nbsp; That was great.&amp;nbsp; &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;Thank you my dear friends.&amp;nbsp; What a fun day!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-3570408276417865785?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrliCzBswLo/Tw3IPKfDcgI/AAAAAAAACBg/LGwmRwShrXM/s1600/parlor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrliCzBswLo/Tw3IPKfDcgI/AAAAAAAACBg/LGwmRwShrXM/s640/parlor.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Desiree has a&amp;nbsp;charming home with a Victorian theme running throughout.&amp;nbsp; This home is also filled with lots of fat cats.&amp;nbsp; Just as a home should be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPfgwB-qhOQ/Tw3IQUNNtII/AAAAAAAACBk/89-lesyBVyY/s1600/writing+desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QPfgwB-qhOQ/Tw3IQUNNtII/AAAAAAAACBk/89-lesyBVyY/s640/writing+desk.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a photo of the foyer with a Queen Anne writing desk.&amp;nbsp; I love that you can see the cat toys on the parquet floors!&amp;nbsp; Desiree mentions that this&amp;nbsp;is the kitty's play room.&amp;nbsp; Did you see the old-fashioned phone?&amp;nbsp; Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xegSrRzHL00/Tw3IS9b4hvI/AAAAAAAACBw/6jgdksjsbrI/s1600/kitchen2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xegSrRzHL00/Tw3IS9b4hvI/AAAAAAAACBw/6jgdksjsbrI/s640/kitchen2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The pristine kitchen makes me sigh with... okay, I'll admit it:&amp;nbsp;jealousy.&amp;nbsp; Desiree is an accomplished cook and baker.&amp;nbsp; She will put it to good use!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOUpN5w5pnk/Tw3IT_pGJMI/AAAAAAAACB0/UCnrWHgqiF8/s1600/kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOUpN5w5pnk/Tw3IT_pGJMI/AAAAAAAACB0/UCnrWHgqiF8/s640/kitchen.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my favorite of all the pictures!&amp;nbsp; I love love love the old fashioned looking, yet modern,&amp;nbsp;stove&amp;nbsp;- I have no idea where you would find something like that.&amp;nbsp; Desiree says it's her pride and joy.&amp;nbsp; It may look like the old wood-burning stoves, but this one is fully modern and electric.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn't the little black and white cat look like Fat Louie of The Princess Diaries fame?&amp;nbsp; I think so!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Desiree writes: "The kitties love my big kitchen.&amp;nbsp; They can watch the birds, humming birds, squirrels and chipmunks out the back sliding door."&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you have enjoyed this beautiful, and unusual, home tour.&amp;nbsp; Desiree has promised pictures of her fairy garden in the spring.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-3396564997644476874?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KE6yKdJSC5Q/Tw9xW_rgJpI/AAAAAAAACCQ/jvMseurML58/s1600/snip1+ribbons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KE6yKdJSC5Q/Tw9xW_rgJpI/AAAAAAAACCQ/jvMseurML58/s200/snip1+ribbons.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;At first it was just a tiny piece of green ribbon, then a piece of red...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SGkpPoryIM/Tw9xZuorU1I/AAAAAAAACCY/T-_zMbmHnuQ/s1600/snip3ribbons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1SGkpPoryIM/Tw9xZuorU1I/AAAAAAAACCY/T-_zMbmHnuQ/s200/snip3ribbons.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I knew it had to be Jack's doing, but I couldn't figure out where they were coming from.&amp;nbsp; He's too little and not strong enough to get into the drawer where I keep the ribbons and wrapping paper, so I was mystified.&lt;br /&gt;
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Until one day I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSQLM72NpMk/Tw9xwuPCl-I/AAAAAAAACCg/PPaShMlqGEM/s1600/Jack+2012+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YSQLM72NpMk/Tw9xwuPCl-I/AAAAAAAACCg/PPaShMlqGEM/s320/Jack+2012+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yes, that's Jack with his head buried in the bag where I was keeping the small gifts for some of my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized then that he had been systematically pulling the ribbons off the gifts in order to play with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Got any more of those?&amp;nbsp; They are fun!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I then discovered he had found all my hiding places for Christmas stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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The small boxes...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnU57yVVrYQ/Tw9ydkaNLlI/AAAAAAAACC0/yT0opQq0OA0/s1600/Jack+2012+006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TnU57yVVrYQ/Tw9ydkaNLlI/AAAAAAAACC0/yT0opQq0OA0/s320/Jack+2012+006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And the bigger boxes...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaXqcYxW3Bc/Tw9ysAcsUyI/AAAAAAAACC8/VeaQuhfyIWs/s1600/Jack+2012+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MaXqcYxW3Bc/Tw9ysAcsUyI/AAAAAAAACC8/VeaQuhfyIWs/s320/Jack+2012+008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He particularly liked the ones he could&amp;nbsp;curl up in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nft-XrQtGTA/Tw9y6V2tp9I/AAAAAAAACDE/Mcqeq-2ly_0/s1600/jack+with+a+Christmas+present.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nft-XrQtGTA/Tw9y6V2tp9I/AAAAAAAACDE/Mcqeq-2ly_0/s320/jack+with+a+Christmas+present.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We decided to keep the one&amp;nbsp;Jack liked the best.&amp;nbsp; It's just the right size for playing with his favorite Christmas present&amp;nbsp;- the bright orange fishy that Aunt Dianna sent.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, mystery solved.&amp;nbsp; And ladies, sorry about all the little teeth marks and cat spit on the ribbons this year.&amp;nbsp; Jack was "helping".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-1329040081877540983?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"It's been a really fun week.&amp;nbsp; Today we went on a trip up to see a pyramid.&amp;nbsp; It used to be a military outpost out on top of this mountain we had to climb.&amp;nbsp; It was small, but pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDuhaD8hvpE/TwuAfkn_3OI/AAAAAAAACAg/BHQEKcnCuYk/s1600/DSC02564.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xDuhaD8hvpE/TwuAfkn_3OI/AAAAAAAACAg/BHQEKcnCuYk/s640/DSC02564.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From this picture, it looks like it was a bit of a climb to get up there!&amp;nbsp; They would have had to airlift&amp;nbsp;old Auntie M&amp;nbsp;in.&amp;nbsp; I love doing these tours vicariously from the comfort of the living room couch.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;em&gt;Thanks, Nils!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The view from the top was incredible&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Re-enacting the human sacrifices&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Apparently they used to do some kind of sacrifices and stuff up there.&amp;nbsp; It's definitely got an incredible view.&amp;nbsp; It was interesting to learn about the history of the place. The whole little pueblo that we were in used to be a huge city of pyramids.."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Apparently the boys couldn't resist clowning around a little bit, either!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posing&amp;nbsp;on the top, Elder Nils and his comp&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Our intrepid hero explorers look pretty handsome, don't they?&amp;nbsp; I'm so glad they are able to enjoy some of the historical sites of the interesting country they are serving in.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've never seen a pyramid up close and personal, so it's fun to hear about Nils' adventures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-1151917079308360932?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Leo chillin' in the New Year&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;On New Year's Eve I attended a party thrown by my Jack's brothers, Leo and Piper.&amp;nbsp; They live in the South Bay area and have a comfortable home there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leo looks so somber in the photo above, but he was a very lively host.&amp;nbsp; He was very attentive to our needs and made sure every guest was welcomed properly.&amp;nbsp; He is the brother that looks most like my Jack, but he's about twice Jack's girth.&amp;nbsp; I promised him&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't say anything more about that, so let me just add: &lt;em&gt;there's just&amp;nbsp;more of him to love&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;
﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piper leading the festivities&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Piper kept inspecting the buffet to make sure everyone had enough to eat.&amp;nbsp; He also supervised the gathering from his comfy perch high above the living room.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of goodies, and excellent Paninis!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Leo and Piper always throw nice parties.&amp;nbsp; Of course, they enlist the aid of their human to do most the grunt work.&amp;nbsp; They just greet the guests, and supervise - as all good kitties like to do.&amp;nbsp; This evening, they had their human make us panini's for dinner - custom made to our order.&amp;nbsp; (It's convenient&amp;nbsp;that their human&amp;nbsp;is a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; good cook.)&amp;nbsp; The sandwiches&amp;nbsp;were grilled to extreme&amp;nbsp;yumminess.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We had a lovely time ringing in the New Year playing silly card games and guzzling Martinelli's sparkling apple juice.&amp;nbsp; Outside it was dark, cold and foggy.&amp;nbsp; Inside it was cosy and loud with laughter - as it should be.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks, Leo and Piper!&amp;nbsp; It was a great evening.&amp;nbsp; If 2012 is half as great, we're going to be okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-5916652646841235871?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My two youngest nephews, Anders (texting), and&amp;nbsp;Christian, making faces.&amp;nbsp; Their Dad writes, "It's a fitting portrait of the two of them at this stage of their lives."&lt;br /&gt;
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I love this picture and had to share.&amp;nbsp; It made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-5053747399841578847?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barbara at 22 weeks (?) we think!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Barbara's baby bump continues to grow.&amp;nbsp; These photos were taken right before Christmas.&amp;nbsp; The little baby girl is doing well!&amp;nbsp; Barbara is tired, but cheerful.&amp;nbsp; We are all excited.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
2012 will be an eventful year!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barbara glowing and doing fine&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Livia's First Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ I have yet to meet my great-niece Livia.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm glad we can visit via Skype, so I at least get a chance to see her "in action".&amp;nbsp; She's a little cutie pie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She and Fred seem to get along very well.&amp;nbsp; At 2 years old, he is growing so fast!&amp;nbsp; It's nice to see him interact positively with his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;
﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Little Christmas Magic!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Even a little Christmas tree can be pretty magical.&amp;nbsp; It looks like the kids are enjoying their&amp;nbsp;Christmas tree experience!&amp;nbsp;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwcraIx013g/TwcnTrhmx8I/AAAAAAAAB_g/b6Xghoixt-U/s1600/shenyang+jul+livia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rwcraIx013g/TwcnTrhmx8I/AAAAAAAAB_g/b6Xghoixt-U/s640/shenyang+jul+livia.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Livia looks pretty happy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿This is one of my favorite pictures of Livia.&amp;nbsp; When I mentioned that little Livia looks just like me when I was a baby, particularly&amp;nbsp;in photos such as the one above,&amp;nbsp;my niece Linnea replies, "She looks Just like &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; baby pictures, too!&amp;nbsp; Well, except for being Asian!"&amp;nbsp; We chuckle over that.&amp;nbsp; As I don't have children of my own, I have to&amp;nbsp;add:&amp;nbsp;How&amp;nbsp;wonderful to see a bit of yourself reflected in a small, beautiful child. ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qYjkNFZwn4/TwcnXBVSrQI/AAAAAAAAB_o/91WnKDtOWWY/s1600/shenyang+fred.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qYjkNFZwn4/TwcnXBVSrQI/AAAAAAAAB_o/91WnKDtOWWY/s400/shenyang+fred.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fred playing on Christmas morning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ba_kAouZ2Qg/TwcnZa8g_VI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Z9LCfRkAAbE/s1600/shenyang+little+angel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ba_kAouZ2Qg/TwcnZa8g_VI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Z9LCfRkAAbE/s400/shenyang+little+angel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little angel sleeping&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Aftermath - Looks like a happy Christmas was had by all!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack "helping"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's often hard work coming up with a blog post every weekday.&amp;nbsp; So, that's why I'm glad I have my little furry muse. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Much like Rita Mae Brown and her beloved Sneaky Pie Brown, Jack and I have a habit of getting together to write.&amp;nbsp; Jack drapes himself across my legs, and I have the laptop on my lap.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, how long is this going to take this time?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jack is a big help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-2958311674581641942?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4wKBGuwTxI/Tvz2jWhG-hI/AAAAAAAAB9s/06EhWC4ymeQ/s1600/skype2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4wKBGuwTxI/Tvz2jWhG-hI/AAAAAAAAB9s/06EhWC4ymeQ/s640/skype2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve celebrations with the clan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love modern technology!&amp;nbsp; I came home from a fun-filled dinner with friends early on Christmas Eve, dreading being alone for the rest of the evening.&amp;nbsp; My little Jack&amp;nbsp;kitty may be&amp;nbsp;good company, but he doesn't say much.&amp;nbsp; (He's the strong, silent type.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas Eve was always the big celebration at our house growing up, and it continues to be the highlight of Christmas celebration at at my brother's house now, as well.&amp;nbsp; Contemplating a lonely evening, I took a minute to call Utah to see how things were going there and was told: &lt;em&gt;Turn on your computer and sign onto Skype right now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For the next hour or more, I was able to share an unusual Christmas, singing along with my niece and youngest nephews in Utah, and being able to see and talk to my great niece and nephew in China at the same time.&amp;nbsp; It was an hour ahead Utah time, and Christmas Day noon for the China-based family, but we were still able to enjoy each other's company and see everyone.&amp;nbsp; How great is that?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What a world of wonders this is!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What could have been a lonely evening, was turned upside down into laughter and music.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was a&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, God Bless Skype.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-8141184658049744697?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp; I hope you had a wonderful holiday season.&amp;nbsp; I sure did!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shopping for my Christmas goodies at Trader Joe's was fun this year.&amp;nbsp; I met the Christmas Elf!&amp;nbsp; (See above)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just have to state for the record: Any man who will run around dressed like this is okay in my book.&amp;nbsp; What a funny guy.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, David, intrepid Trader Joe's Employee, for spreading a little Christmas cheer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's impossible not to smile when you see someone looking like this!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope you have a cheery, wonderful New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-440100945017537525?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_a3-Q4nilU/Tvz5jY77qAI/AAAAAAAAB-A/0awi4PhFl-s/s1600/12-24-11+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_a3-Q4nilU/Tvz5jY77qAI/AAAAAAAAB-A/0awi4PhFl-s/s640/12-24-11+020.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joseph hanging with the Shepherds and Wise Men with a little help from Dad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I love little kids.&amp;nbsp; When you put the two together, it's always a winning combo.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Christmas Eve, I had the privilege of being a part of a quiet, but stunning&amp;nbsp;theatrical performance of the Nativity.&amp;nbsp; It was a lovely show&amp;nbsp;with the finest actors available.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There was singing &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; dancing!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaE_r2bz1KM/Tvz5rIpVtQI/AAAAAAAAB-I/fntqUk_RCBw/s1600/12-24-11+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PaE_r2bz1KM/Tvz5rIpVtQI/AAAAAAAAB-I/fntqUk_RCBw/s640/12-24-11+023.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Angelic Heavenly Host apparently not only sang for joy at the Saviour's birth...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsZiRQ3K03M/Tvz5wHcWRBI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/TQmXcJZzPM8/s1600/12-24-11+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsZiRQ3K03M/Tvz5wHcWRBI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/TQmXcJZzPM8/s640/12-24-11+026.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;... but apparently also expressed their joy&amp;nbsp;through interpretive dance.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
I didn't know this before.&amp;nbsp; I feel enlightened.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The actors and actresses all took their roles very seriously.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was so impressed by their stage presence and fine acting&amp;nbsp;skills.&amp;nbsp; They all did a wonderful job.&amp;nbsp; I was transported by the story they told so simply.&amp;nbsp; It was really theatre at its finest.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GePrqyFzxuI/Tvz50ZrbTNI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/_uYf9AqzEC0/s1600/12-24-11+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GePrqyFzxuI/Tvz50ZrbTNI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/_uYf9AqzEC0/s400/12-24-11+024.jpg" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The beautiful Virgin Mary on her Daddy's lap, while the sweet little lamb holds Baby Jesus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I really recommend this little acting troupe and its excellent crew.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However, their performances are &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; exclusive.&amp;nbsp; I believe you've missed them for this year!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elI4DbpVm-E/Tvz59URnzBI/AAAAAAAAB-g/MLeZf_QCGL8/s1600/12-24-11+025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-elI4DbpVm-E/Tvz59URnzBI/AAAAAAAAB-g/MLeZf_QCGL8/s640/12-24-11+025.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Shepherds couldn't help playing a bit with their staves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I feel myself very honored to have been able to witness this event.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lucky me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, Happy Christmas and, especially, a Happy New Year to all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After their fine performances, three happy actresses pose with their matching Christmas PJs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;... And to all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-2520657834780519828?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maY5Lq-xxTk/Tu_XKsJhLwI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/sl4caobHImc/s1600/Navidad+Cuautla-Palmas+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maY5Lq-xxTk/Tu_XKsJhLwI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/sl4caobHImc/s640/Navidad+Cuautla-Palmas+030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elder Nils writes, "This is a picture from our interpretive dance skit.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty dang awesome."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL7OtTF2BOU/Tu_XNJn_xpI/AAAAAAAAB8g/vg7mFA2RzJY/s1600/Navidad+Cuautla-Palmas+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="418" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gL7OtTF2BOU/Tu_XNJn_xpI/AAAAAAAAB8g/vg7mFA2RzJY/s640/Navidad+Cuautla-Palmas+015.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sisters and Elders of Cuautla cutting loose for Christmas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5p9ax3-bHHc/Tu_XO5DxsoI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nw9SkT9spsE/s1600/Navidad+Cuautla-Palmas+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="374" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5p9ax3-bHHc/Tu_XO5DxsoI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nw9SkT9spsE/s640/Navidad+Cuautla-Palmas+003.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;President and Sister Spannous and the Sisters and Elders of Cuautla, cleverly disguised as mild-mannered missionaries.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Elder Nils writes, "Needless to say, it was pretty much epic."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope yours was epic, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-4487438155333049537?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxF4e3aXnxo/Tujj2qh9fkI/AAAAAAAAB8A/-ipDDnxg3MI/s1600/tchg-pix_nfo_o_124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="492px" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxF4e3aXnxo/Tujj2qh9fkI/AAAAAAAAB8A/-ipDDnxg3MI/s640/tchg-pix_nfo_o_124.jpg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Prophet Isaiah saw the coming of the Saviour in vision, as did other prophets of old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;10 And behold, he shall be born of Mary, at Jerusalem which is the land of our forefathers, she being a virgin, a precious and chosen vessel, who shall be overshadowed and conceive by the power of the Holy Ghost, and bring forth a son, yea, even the Son of God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;11 And he shall go forth, suffering pains and afflictions and temptations of every kind; and this that the word might be fulfilled which saith he will take upon him the pains and the sicknesses of his people.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;12 And he will take upon him death, that he may loose the bands of death which bind his people; and he will take upon him their infirmities, that his bowels may be filled with mercy, according to the flesh, that he may know according to the flesh how to succor his people according to their infirmities.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alma 7:10-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmFHZw7aacY/Tujj6echTsI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NSZ0_2MNYhE/s1600/mary-joseph-with-baby-jesus-39533-gallery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmFHZw7aacY/Tujj6echTsI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NSZ0_2MNYhE/s640/mary-joseph-with-baby-jesus-39533-gallery.jpg" width="516px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary, Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx1rB6wKmXY/Tujj8Hz0GsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/ZvPFRsW8l4o/s1600/christus-temple-square-christmas-613722-gallery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640px" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx1rB6wKmXY/Tujj8Hz0GsI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/ZvPFRsW8l4o/s640/christus-temple-square-christmas-613722-gallery.jpg" width="426px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Christus Statue on Temple Square in Salt Lake City&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The great message of the Restored Gospel is that Jesus Christ is the son of the living God.&amp;nbsp; He is the light and life of the world, the Only Begotten of the Father.&amp;nbsp; He is the Messiah who was chosen before the world began and whose coming was foretold by prophets from the time of Adam until that day in the meridian of time when he came to earth.&amp;nbsp;He lives!&amp;nbsp; He is real.&amp;nbsp; He guides and directs His church on the earth.&amp;nbsp; He cares deeply for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, Merry Christmas, dear friends! God Jul, Joyeux Noel, Buon Natale, Feliz Navidad, or, however you say it -&amp;nbsp;and wherever you may be in the world,&amp;nbsp;all the best to you and your loved ones for a very happy holiday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Choose to rejoice this holiday season!&amp;nbsp; We have so much to be thankful for.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;God Bless Us, Every One.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5323916495774168934-3001493472272900117?l=tantemari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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