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Bud has been begging to play ever since he played baseball.  Beaner decided to do dance instead so I don't have any pictures of her, but she did say she wants to play soccer next year.  I think she had just as much fun going to all the practices and games and Big D and I did.  She made a lot of new friends and was never lonely or bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TOvP6c2gc6I/AAAAAAAABsY/oTp55I9q2rA/s1600/IMG_7358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TOvP6c2gc6I/AAAAAAAABsY/oTp55I9q2rA/s400/IMG_7358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542752369493701538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud was in Heaven.  He plays soccer with his friends all the time at school so it was pretty cool to play against some of them at games.  Bud was so funny to watch run down the field.  I used to say he danced when he ran when he was younger.  It made me sad to think he'd grow out of that.  Well, he didn't.  He was just so happy to be playing he'd dance as he ran.  Toward the end of the season he got pretty good, not at dancing but at soccer.  I would say he was one of the top players on his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TOvP5yqxeWI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gG-r6utJ40E/s1600/IMG_7344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TOvP5yqxeWI/AAAAAAAABsQ/gG-r6utJ40E/s400/IMG_7344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542752358170196322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug started the season off on a high.  She scored a goal her very first game.  She also has been begging to play soccer.  I don't think this is the last time we sign them up, it's a good thing there is Spring and Fall soccer seasons.  Bugs team did great, but they got cocky and lost a couple.  I think it was the best thing that could have happened to them because it helped them to focus back on the game.  She did great the hole season and loved every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TOvP5jE9x6I/AAAAAAAABsI/myCtizsNaCU/s1600/IMG_7336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TOvP5jE9x6I/AAAAAAAABsI/myCtizsNaCU/s400/IMG_7336.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542752353985087394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear was very entertaining to watch.  All these five year olds and none of them really know what they're doing.  Sometimes they would make a goal in the opposing teams goal, but we still celebrated.  Sometimes they would forget which side of the field they were suppose to be defending, but we still celebrated.  Sometimes they would get tired and sit down in the middle of a game, and we yell for them to get up.  Sometimes they would get in water fights on the side lines, and we all laughed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great season, the weather stayed beautiful for us, and I can't wait to watch them play again in the spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-8329675439468111831?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/xPcma_stS3A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8329675439468111831/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=8329675439468111831" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/8329675439468111831?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/8329675439468111831?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/xPcma_stS3A/my-little-soccer-players.html" title="My Little Soccer Players" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TOvP6c2gc6I/AAAAAAAABsY/oTp55I9q2rA/s72-c/IMG_7358.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-little-soccer-players.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICSXY6fip7ImA9Wx5TF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-5523212301235204742</id><published>2010-08-02T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:42:48.816-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-02T11:42:48.816-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>Bear Lake 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcIAmAfmYI/AAAAAAAABrg/1Q8P6uua6QY/s1600/IMG_7265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcIAmAfmYI/AAAAAAAABrg/1Q8P6uua6QY/s320/IMG_7265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500874276151990658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brook Jr had a problem loading his shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcOXSMr8AI/AAAAAAAABro/5XncrjLcPiQ/s1600/IMG_7301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcOXSMr8AI/AAAAAAAABro/5XncrjLcPiQ/s320/IMG_7301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500881263041179650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we probably should have taken him to the restroom before his bowels got the better of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcH_eP47jI/AAAAAAAABrQ/p-OTZiDVfoo/s1600/IMG_7273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcH_eP47jI/AAAAAAAABrQ/p-OTZiDVfoo/s320/IMG_7273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500874256889212466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear thought he wanted to go out to the floaty to play with the girls, but he quickly changed his mind as soon as he couldn't touch any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcH-z_kJPI/AAAAAAAABrI/O0I34mArGq4/s1600/IMG_7296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcH-z_kJPI/AAAAAAAABrI/O0I34mArGq4/s320/IMG_7296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500874245546452210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floaty belonged to the people next to us and Beaner was brave enough to ask if they could play on it.  They all had a grand time until there got to be too many kids and they weren't abiding by the three people max on the tube rule.  Then I had to be the bad guy and throw them all off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcH_xOWO8I/AAAAAAAABrY/k6gxzFuETW4/s1600/IMG_7280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcH_xOWO8I/AAAAAAAABrY/k6gxzFuETW4/s320/IMG_7280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500874261983017922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lowell, the good daddy he is, is teaching Hyatt to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcGwX-rw8I/AAAAAAAABrA/OmSCi7VH4KE/s1600/IMG_7283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcGwX-rw8I/AAAAAAAABrA/OmSCi7VH4KE/s320/IMG_7283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500872897996768194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lowell Jr learning to swim,  not quite as receptive as his younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcGv-TqMnI/AAAAAAAABq4/34iQqNsFagg/s1600/IMG_7267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcGv-TqMnI/AAAAAAAABq4/34iQqNsFagg/s320/IMG_7267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500872891105423986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud was a good playing with the others or all by himself.  It's almost like there is a party going on inside his head and if others join him that's great but if not he's still going to party without them.  He reminds me of his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcGuInzS6I/AAAAAAAABqo/weWcR2r-5eg/s1600/IMG_7258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcGuInzS6I/AAAAAAAABqo/weWcR2r-5eg/s320/IMG_7258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500872859514522530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the babies at this age don't like Uncle Brook.  Probably because he's a "giant".  But that does not stop him from trying to make them realize he's the favorite uncle.  They all succumb eventually as will Rae Rae.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-5523212301235204742?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/gmSGDbIF8hw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5523212301235204742/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=5523212301235204742" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/5523212301235204742?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/5523212301235204742?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/gmSGDbIF8hw/bear-lake-2010.html" title="Bear Lake 2010" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFcIAmAfmYI/AAAAAAAABrg/1Q8P6uua6QY/s72-c/IMG_7265.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/08/bear-lake-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IARX86fSp7ImA9Wx5TF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-6897312133424540992</id><published>2010-08-02T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:52:24.115-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-02T10:52:24.115-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bug" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bud" /><title>Stormy Chicago</title><content type="html">Before we left Pittsburgh I told Big D that we should intentionally have a day layover next time we are going through Chicago so we can go and explore.  We are always flying through but we've never been able to get out of O'Hare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFb-PMsffgI/AAAAAAAABqg/3ElJy-NTCuM/s1600/IMG_7254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFb-PMsffgI/AAAAAAAABqg/3ElJy-NTCuM/s320/IMG_7254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500863531938971138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I spoke too soon.  Coming in to Chicago we had to circle the city for about thirty minutes waiting for a storm to break.  These are the storm clouds from above.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFb-O1z6HxI/AAAAAAAABqY/nqvy-mpTa4A/s1600/IMG_7250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFb-O1z6HxI/AAAAAAAABqY/nqvy-mpTa4A/s320/IMG_7250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500863525796060946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really don't look bad from this angle but I guess under them there was torrential rains mixed with a few tornado warnings.  The news was saying this is the worst flooding they've seen in 137 years, according to CNN.  They had streets washed out and flooding up to peoples waists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After circling in the air for as long as we could we finally got diverted to Fort Wayne, Indiana (I've never been there either).  It was a small airport that had actually just closed and every one had gone home.  They had to open it back up, but of course there was no food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D and I cuddled on the floor and watched a movie until our flight was called out, which was about an hour.  The flight back to Chicago was amazing for me, Big D slept the whole time so I can't say much for him.  There were lightning storms going on out both sides of the plane.  Huge lightning that would light up the entire sky.  It was like the clouds parted just for our plane.  We still had to circle a bit before we could land but we finally got on the ground and then the circling on the tarmac began.  We were stuck in the plane for forty-five minutes waiting for a terminal.  Some of the passengers were getting pretty frustrated because they missed their connections, we all missed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were setting up cots down K wing for stranded passengers but Big D and I decided to get a hotel so we could get better sleep.  The ride to the hotel was our first experience with a taxi and our driver was authentic.  Watching TV and the way they portray taxi drivers, I thought it was a bit of an exaggeration.  Nope.  This guy was a crazy driver and I could barely understand his broken English.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked our driver what he did for fun in Chicago and he said he goes downtown and gets drunk and some how that led into him saying he never goes to the South side because its bad really bad.  Three cops had been shot just in the past month.  Gang bangers have been walking up to cops and shooting them point blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to start crying right there.  I no longer had a desire to explore Chicago, I just wanted to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how this worked out but it cost us $50 to get to our hotel and only $27 to get back to the airport the next morning.  Hmmm, I thinketh we got screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful five hours of sleep, we showed up at the airport only to have our flight get moved back by two hours.  I was starting to get ansi, I just wanted to get home to my babies.  Once we were in the air I was a lot better, and so was Big D because he was out cold before we ever even left the ground.  How does he do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better than seeing your children after a week away.  They actually liked me for a few minutes, especially when they find out I bought them some toys from the Amish community I visited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that Bug got bucked off a horse and landed on her head.  The hole side of her face was scratched up and bruised.  Grandma Honey didn't want her to tell me what happened because she didn't want me to freak out.  So she calmed me down by telling me that Bug did every thing she was suppose to, when she landed on the ground she jumped up and ran as far away as she could as not to be trampled.  I don't know if this makes me feel better, but seeing Bug in one piece, that makes me feel better.  And Grandma made her get back on the horse right after she got bucked off so she wouldn't develop a fear of horses, thank goodness.  What a good Grandma!  I do think it was a good thing not to tell me some thing like that over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had to tell me how Papa Guy shot a coyote.  I'm pretty sure that made Bud feel better since he's always scared of coyotes at the ranch.  Of course, the  kids had to go and see the dead body.  They told me how there were already bugs all over it and his eye was missing.  Papa didn't want them messing with the body so he tried to get them off the hill but they wouldn't listen so finally he yelled that the coyote's brother was right behind them.  They were off that hill in two seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma bought the kids a new swimming pool that they practically lived in the whole week they were there.  Ahh my little water babies.  They had a good time and they were sufficiently spoiled.  Thank you very much Grandma and Papa.  I could not have enjoyed my trip with Big D without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-6897312133424540992?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/Y-pNBdu4-9Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6897312133424540992/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=6897312133424540992" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/6897312133424540992?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/6897312133424540992?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/Y-pNBdu4-9Y/stormy-chicago.html" title="Stormy Chicago" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TFb-PMsffgI/AAAAAAAABqg/3ElJy-NTCuM/s72-c/IMG_7254.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/08/stormy-chicago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYERn8zeCp7ImA9Wx5TEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-383813995057897729</id><published>2010-07-25T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:45:07.180-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-25T12:45:07.180-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>Kentuck Knob</title><content type="html">I didn't know there was another Frank Lloyd Wright home in Pennsylvania.  Kentuck Knob was only seven miles away from Fallingwater.  I guess about twenty years ago a Lord from London was touring Fallingwater when he heard there was another home and it was on the market.  Being an international real-estate investor and an avid art collector he jumped at the opportunity to own an original Frank Lloyd Wright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNBVgI8xI/AAAAAAAABpI/u8iHb5cAeE8/s1600/IMG_7154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNBVgI8xI/AAAAAAAABpI/u8iHb5cAeE8/s320/IMG_7154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497924299203867410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home still being privately owned made it so we couldn't take pictures on the inside.  The Lord used the house as his families summer home for the first decade after purchasing it.  Although they still holiday here they don't stay in the house except to entertain.  They purchased the property next door and that is where they stay when on holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNDPAyToI/AAAAAAAABpg/rQqS21ZT0Cs/s1600/IMG_7166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNDPAyToI/AAAAAAAABpg/rQqS21ZT0Cs/s320/IMG_7166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497924331821485698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of Frank Lloyd Wright's life he decided to start signing his homes.  He only visited this home once.  After completion he sent an apprentice to install this tile but the front door.  Fallingwater does not have a signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNCpRLfyI/AAAAAAAABpY/RxvjQ9jBrJg/s1600/IMG_7169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNCpRLfyI/AAAAAAAABpY/RxvjQ9jBrJg/s320/IMG_7169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497924321689698082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the skylights on the back deck.  They are opened to the sky, which I learned because I thought they were covered with glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNCCuOK6I/AAAAAAAABpQ/6X5HB_foXE0/s1600/IMG_7163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNCCuOK6I/AAAAAAAABpQ/6X5HB_foXE0/s320/IMG_7163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497924311342525346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the entire home there are only two ninety degree angles, talk about a challenge for the stone cutters and carpenters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOXi2WZ1I/AAAAAAAABpo/psCj5DizJhQ/s1600/IMG_7170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOXi2WZ1I/AAAAAAAABpo/psCj5DizJhQ/s320/IMG_7170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497925780255434578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the house there is this lovely path that takes you on a journey through the Lord's art collection.  He purchased over seventy acres with Kentuck Knob.  With that much room to fill with artwork you can imagine how big some of it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOZKnnFaI/AAAAAAAABqA/WAgHMUhNooQ/s1600/IMG_7177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOZKnnFaI/AAAAAAAABqA/WAgHMUhNooQ/s320/IMG_7177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497925808110900642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sculpture is a field of dancing figures twenty-five across and forty deep.  It made me think of someone wanting to throw a party.  The guest list wouldn't have to be too big because he already has all of his dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOYp34LWI/AAAAAAAABp4/Agp9sRXVdOQ/s1600/IMG_7188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOYp34LWI/AAAAAAAABp4/Agp9sRXVdOQ/s320/IMG_7188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497925799320759650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, apple core.  All I could think was when I was in junior high and we'd play that stupid game: "Apple core who's your friend" and then you'd point to someone and that's who would get the apple core thrown at them.  I don't think I'd want this apple core thrown at me.  It was about ten feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOYEvlMDI/AAAAAAAABpw/CGbdZh9p42w/s1600/IMG_7185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyOYEvlMDI/AAAAAAAABpw/CGbdZh9p42w/s320/IMG_7185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497925789353848882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this was suppose to be art or a play area for the kids.  It was made up of four quarter circle sections of stalked stones with about a two foot gap in between.  My kids would use that as a fort.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had many many more pieces of art all over his property.  I had a wonderful time exploring his property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-383813995057897729?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/sW2hqY90q0o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/383813995057897729/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=383813995057897729" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/383813995057897729?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/383813995057897729?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/sW2hqY90q0o/kentuck-knob.html" title="Kentuck Knob" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEyNBVgI8xI/AAAAAAAABpI/u8iHb5cAeE8/s72-c/IMG_7154.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/kentuck-knob.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4HRn4_fyp7ImA9Wx5TEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-4224878991231345470</id><published>2010-07-24T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T19:12:17.047-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-24T19:12:17.047-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>A Guest at Fallingwater</title><content type="html">Every since touring Taliesin West in Phoenix I've been super excited to visit Frank Lloyd Wright's most famous house, Fallingwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuUpQJTFpI/AAAAAAAABoY/OU1zdv4k0sk/s1600/IMG_7035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuUpQJTFpI/AAAAAAAABoY/OU1zdv4k0sk/s320/IMG_7035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497651206565336722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved coming over the bridge and seeing my favorite part of the house right away, the lower deck.  I guess Mr. Kaufman didn't understand the purpose to this deck and he argued with Wright about building it.  After Wright told him he'd learn to live with it the deck became one of Mr. Kaufman's favorite places too.  He'd go down there and fish, he would take his coffee down and enjoy the sound of the water (of course you could hear the water from anywhere in the house but there is something therapeutic being close to water I think).  The deck would also help cool the house during the hot summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuRfPQh1NI/AAAAAAAABnY/HrbbBYa4N_U/s1600/IMG_7043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuRfPQh1NI/AAAAAAAABnY/HrbbBYa4N_U/s320/IMG_7043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497647735993652434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the front entry way to the house.  Wright was a firm believer that the front door should be hidden only to be revealed when the owner of the house invited you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuRhGSvseI/AAAAAAAABnw/FHITZ3huktw/s1600/IMG_7053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuRhGSvseI/AAAAAAAABnw/FHITZ3huktw/s320/IMG_7053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497647767946768866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front room is a beautiful open floor plan with the dinning room adjacent to it.  A couple years ago they had to pull all those stones up and reinforce the floors because they were sagging and threatening to fall.  The contractor that was initially building the house told Wright he needed more reinforcement for the building but in proper Wright etiquette he said no and told them to do it the way he designed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned at Taliesin West that Wright felt like he designed a house with the person he was building it for in mind and when that person died he felt like the house should be demolished.  I don't know if this philosophy is why he didn't want to reinforce Fallingwater more, he didn't build it to last forever.  I honestly don't think he knew just how famous this house was going to be even though it was hugely popular even as it was being built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuRgeKwA-I/AAAAAAAABno/NdI-4mgB-B8/s1600/IMG_7068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuRgeKwA-I/AAAAAAAABno/NdI-4mgB-B8/s320/IMG_7068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497647757175817186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright was also known for designing all the furniture for his homes.  He designed this cauldron that fit snuggly out of the way when not in use but when there was a big party it could warm up enough cider for everyone to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright had this beautiful color of red throughout the house.  When it was being built Mrs. Kaufman was against the color and tried to get him to change it, he told her she'd learn to live with it.  Are you seeing a theme here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuUpxJgKhI/AAAAAAAABog/IVV6Zi53_pE/s1600/IMG_7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuUpxJgKhI/AAAAAAAABog/IVV6Zi53_pE/s320/IMG_7049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497651215424563730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me enjoying myself in a sitting room next to the servants kitchen.  I was a giddy as a school girl at Christmas going through the house.  I think I took a picture of every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuWMsZnNRI/AAAAAAAABoo/U6SGSpHIePQ/s1600/IMG_7088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuWMsZnNRI/AAAAAAAABoo/U6SGSpHIePQ/s320/IMG_7088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497652914957006098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every angle was amazing.  I loved all the straight lines, the stone, the oneness with it's surroundings.  Every room had a fireplace, a terrace, and an awesome view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTM_BeeRI/AAAAAAAABoQ/_PwPup_STVo/s1600/IMG_7045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTM_BeeRI/AAAAAAAABoQ/_PwPup_STVo/s320/IMG_7045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497649621421160722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the main terraces.  It is an extension of the living room.  At one point the Kaufmans had the statue you see here inside when Wright came to visit and told them that it needed to be outside.  I don't know if I could handle having someone tell me where I HAD to put stuff but that was Wright and if you wanted one of his houses I guess you lived with him in your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also famous for buying gifts and sending them to his friends and people he built homes for and telling them where to put it.  A couple weeks later he would then send them the bill for the gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTKp7ZCbI/AAAAAAAABn4/j5WMJIgpRho/s1600/IMG_7115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTKp7ZCbI/AAAAAAAABn4/j5WMJIgpRho/s320/IMG_7115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497649581398755762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stones here are actually the mountain, the house was built around them.  If you look closely you can see a water fall.  How cool is that to have an actual water fall inside your home as well as under it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTMIekZgI/AAAAAAAABoI/YVJwq5KnBRw/s1600/IMG_7130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTMIekZgI/AAAAAAAABoI/YVJwq5KnBRw/s320/IMG_7130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497649606779233794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the front porch to the guest/servants house.  It is located up above the main house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTLjpW9_I/AAAAAAAABoA/-CGTrhmNht4/s1600/IMG_7128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuTLjpW9_I/AAAAAAAABoA/-CGTrhmNht4/s320/IMG_7128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497649596892379122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pool for their guests to enjoy.  In one corner there is a trickle of water feeding the pool and it drains down into the river underneath.  The pool is approximately six feet deep.  That is a lot of chilly water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuWNE5f8TI/AAAAAAAABow/CuJowVh45KE/s1600/IMG_7147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuWNE5f8TI/AAAAAAAABow/CuJowVh45KE/s320/IMG_7147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497652921533198642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist taking a picture in front of the famous view point of the house.  I enjoyed every minute of my tour and it was well worth the $67 ticket price.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-4224878991231345470?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/ITxZz_DiAdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4224878991231345470/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=4224878991231345470" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/4224878991231345470?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/4224878991231345470?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/ITxZz_DiAdI/guest-at-fallingwater.html" title="A Guest at Fallingwater" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuUpQJTFpI/AAAAAAAABoY/OU1zdv4k0sk/s72-c/IMG_7035.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/guest-at-fallingwater.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMMR38zeyp7ImA9Wx5TEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-6874534012152559888</id><published>2010-07-24T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T18:14:46.183-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-24T18:14:46.183-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title>One Night in Pittsburgh</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuF8xjxWAI/AAAAAAAABmo/v3ny42l7AKY/s1600/IMG_6992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuF8xjxWAI/AAAAAAAABmo/v3ny42l7AKY/s320/IMG_6992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497635049277839362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Big D got off work a little early and he asked where I wanted to go to dinner.  Well, I'd been doing research all morning about the places I wanted to go and see so I knew just how to answer that question.  We went to the Grand Concourse which is the old train station turned restaurant. I couldn't quit looking at the beautiful architecture.  Oh, and the food... it was amazing.  Big D had the steak that just melted in your mouth, I kept stealing a bite.  I had this salad called Martha's Vineyard drizzled with raspberry vinaigrette talk about magnificent.  I think the atmosphere added to our food delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuIxuJUKpI/AAAAAAAABnA/hmKehYn9nYY/s1600/IMG_7002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuIxuJUKpI/AAAAAAAABnA/hmKehYn9nYY/s320/IMG_7002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497638157917891218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we decided to take one of the cities two inclines up the side of Mount Washington.  I guess the city used to have over a dozen of these inclines and that is how people got to and from the city before all the tunnels were done being built through the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuF-G9qtEI/AAAAAAAABm4/c4pX9F0tZ1s/s1600/IMG_7006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuF-G9qtEI/AAAAAAAABm4/c4pX9F0tZ1s/s320/IMG_7006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497635072203469890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incline car we just go out of, it was a fun ride up as the beautiful view opened up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuF9qzY4KI/AAAAAAAABmw/FlllIgPSmX4/s1600/IMG_7011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuF9qzY4KI/AAAAAAAABmw/FlllIgPSmX4/s320/IMG_7011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497635064644165794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up top there was so much to see.  There were about four different platforms you can stand on all along the side of the mountain.  We had to try each one of them out.  Big D had been up top when he was in Pittsburgh back in May.  He really wanted me to stay and see the city after sunset and all the light come on.  It might be because we are small town folk but it was amazing! I wish I knew how to use my camera good enough that I could've taken a picture of the city scape with all the lights, but unfortunately I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuIyH39cyI/AAAAAAAABnI/mWKRlEqRan8/s1600/IMG_7013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuIyH39cyI/AAAAAAAABnI/mWKRlEqRan8/s320/IMG_7013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497638164824421154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many bridges along this small stretch of river.  I think I counted more than ten.  And me with my phobia of driving over water.  I had to learn to get over that real fast.  The bridges were even beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuLgQPHz3I/AAAAAAAABnQ/DUNY-I2AVdA/s1600/IMG_7021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuLgQPHz3I/AAAAAAAABnQ/DUNY-I2AVdA/s320/IMG_7021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497641156366290802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an addiction to old churches, as some of you already know.  I love the doors, windows and oh the architecture, I love architecture.  This little beauty was right behind us as we were over looking the city.  There are beautiful churches all over Pittsburgh.  The sad thing is, with all my driving around I did not see even one LDS church.  I tried to look up the nearest temple only to find out that Pennsylvania's first temple is still under construction in Philadelphia, dang it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still had a wonderful time enjoying all of the Lords many splendors.  It is so beautiful back east.  There is more rolling hills in Pittsburgh than there was in the Boston area.  There were hills and valleys everywhere.  One thing that did feel the same as Boston was all the trees.  It was so green and just refreshing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-6874534012152559888?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/KZntn-6PF1A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6874534012152559888/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=6874534012152559888" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/6874534012152559888?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/6874534012152559888?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/KZntn-6PF1A/one-night-in-pittsburgh.html" title="One Night in Pittsburgh" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEuF8xjxWAI/AAAAAAAABmo/v3ny42l7AKY/s72-c/IMG_6992.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-night-in-pittsburgh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUNRHY-eyp7ImA9Wx5QF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-7146848894539949604</id><published>2010-07-22T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:24:55.853-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-06T09:24:55.853-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>Can't Get Enough Boating</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkM92GKs5I/AAAAAAAABmY/ljsfLagE784/s1600/IMG_6919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkM92GKs5I/AAAAAAAABmY/ljsfLagE784/s320/IMG_6919.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496939076815336338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went boating before Big D and I left for Pittsburgh.  It took Bud awhile to decide if he wanted to go in the water or not.  He did eventually go in.  I think he takes after his mother in that respect.  I have to really digest things before I feel comfortable enough to enjoy it.  Yep that's right, we both over think things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkM9eLiUjI/AAAAAAAABmQ/fMF2QeX2PNE/s1600/IMG_6920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkM9eLiUjI/AAAAAAAABmQ/fMF2QeX2PNE/s320/IMG_6920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496939070395404850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner didn't need to think about it, she almost jumped in without her life jacket.  Talk about freak her mom out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkMAdtBRmI/AAAAAAAABmI/r3JDOqZvj9Y/s1600/IMG_6918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkMAdtBRmI/AAAAAAAABmI/r3JDOqZvj9Y/s320/IMG_6918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496938022295389794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear helped daddy blow up the tubes.  Afterward he liked the feel of the air on his face so he played with the pump a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkMACseKAI/AAAAAAAABmA/toUkeLOv6as/s1600/IMG_6915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkMACseKAI/AAAAAAAABmA/toUkeLOv6as/s320/IMG_6915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496938015045330946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinnzi even got out on the tube too.  We didn't pull her behind the boat she just got to float.  She had a hard time with just floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkL_po4oYI/AAAAAAAABl4/fb-aG6bMZb8/s1600/IMG_6917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkL_po4oYI/AAAAAAAABl4/fb-aG6bMZb8/s320/IMG_6917.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496938008319402370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D is at home in the water.  I guess that is why most of our kids are water babies.  We love going out into the middle of the reservoir and jumping off.  I just hope we don't get too comfortable and underestimate mother nature.  Thank goodness we have guardian angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-7146848894539949604?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/efTz_xX9b3Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7146848894539949604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=7146848894539949604" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7146848894539949604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7146848894539949604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/efTz_xX9b3Y/cant-get-enough-boating.html" title="Can't Get Enough Boating" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkM92GKs5I/AAAAAAAABmY/ljsfLagE784/s72-c/IMG_6919.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-get-enough-boating.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFQn04fCp7ImA9WxFaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-7216205372355323896</id><published>2010-07-22T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:18:33.334-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T20:18:33.334-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bug" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bud" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beaner" /><title>Baseball Season</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkE7hlsJhI/AAAAAAAABlw/hDbXm76w1DQ/s1600/IMG_6956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkE7hlsJhI/AAAAAAAABlw/hDbXm76w1DQ/s320/IMG_6956.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496930240857646610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids played baseball this season.  Beaner wasn't really excited about playing but she was a good sport about it when she found out her BFF was going to be on her team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkDJ-Z6wlI/AAAAAAAABlo/vPwo6bIi1CQ/s1600/IMG_6961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkDJ-Z6wlI/AAAAAAAABlo/vPwo6bIi1CQ/s320/IMG_6961.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496928290087813714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never whined about going to games.  She just didn't have her heart in it.  I don't blame her, I wasn't in to sports at her age either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkA8T1wBhI/AAAAAAAABlA/vrMyoCreGJA/s1600/IMG_6819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkA8T1wBhI/AAAAAAAABlA/vrMyoCreGJA/s320/IMG_6819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496925856300271122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a little scared of the ball but she did get a few hits and even made it around all the bases a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj_sF07uQI/AAAAAAAABkw/1dvnFxQ08Gs/s1600/IMG_6817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj_sF07uQI/AAAAAAAABkw/1dvnFxQ08Gs/s320/IMG_6817.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496924478149212418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Bud was another story.  I don't know if it's just a boy thing but he was so excited to play baseball he'd stand in the outfield dancing as he'd wait for the ball to come to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkDJemMf9I/AAAAAAAABlg/MllgOf7Z3Rk/s1600/IMG_6927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkDJemMf9I/AAAAAAAABlg/MllgOf7Z3Rk/s320/IMG_6927.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496928281549373394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took direction very well.  Every time his coach or I yelled at him to try some thing he did it and he was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj_slduggI/AAAAAAAABk4/fin6V-0Mnj4/s1600/IMG_6816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj_slduggI/AAAAAAAABk4/fin6V-0Mnj4/s320/IMG_6816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496924486641811970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie to you, I did have to yell at him to stand up a couple times but I think that comes with the age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj70pL6GLI/AAAAAAAABkA/dqsYVVTgRp4/s1600/IMG_6813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj70pL6GLI/AAAAAAAABkA/dqsYVVTgRp4/s320/IMG_6813.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496920227033258162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear was so excited to play baseball.   He was so patient watching his siblings participate in sports and all sorts of fun stuff that he's been too young for.  This being his first year playing sports he was super excited to learn what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkCQDnjcJI/AAAAAAAABlY/z_iayuJyeps/s1600/IMG_6898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkCQDnjcJI/AAAAAAAABlY/z_iayuJyeps/s320/IMG_6898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496927295054770322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a little distracted by the female players on the other team, the little flirt.  Every time he'd get on base he'd start chatting up the other team players.  I'd have to yell at him to run so his teammate could take their rightful place on base.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj71JTLlBI/AAAAAAAABkI/meTXeVI0VSc/s1600/IMG_6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj71JTLlBI/AAAAAAAABkI/meTXeVI0VSc/s320/IMG_6812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496920235653698578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His coach was really good about giving the kids a turn at trying to catch the ball.  The hard part was teaching the kids what to do with the ball once they got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkCP5P7rnI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Ck6ExJm8lUw/s1600/IMG_6821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkCP5P7rnI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Ck6ExJm8lUw/s320/IMG_6821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496927292271341170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Bug had to tell me at every game how unfair it was that she's the one who really wanted to play baseball and she's the only one who didn't get to play.  In my defense I really tried, her age group started their season a whole month earlier than the others.  So, Bug had to come up with other ways to entertain herself.  I think she did a pretty good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-7216205372355323896?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/sN2tavYtzQg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7216205372355323896/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=7216205372355323896" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7216205372355323896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7216205372355323896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/sN2tavYtzQg/baseball-season.html" title="Baseball Season" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEkE7hlsJhI/AAAAAAAABlw/hDbXm76w1DQ/s72-c/IMG_6956.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/baseball-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YCSHk9fSp7ImA9WxFaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-3297363952675410507</id><published>2010-07-22T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:19:29.765-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T20:19:29.765-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bud" /><title>Bud's REAL Birthday Party</title><content type="html">This is Bud's year.  It's his year for a birthday party.  He had a nice party with the family, the hike, and this is his party with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjzk9CfAmI/AAAAAAAABjo/sb5HkKAzgP8/s1600/IMG_6862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjzk9CfAmI/AAAAAAAABjo/sb5HkKAzgP8/s320/IMG_6862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496911161391514210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though 90% of the party goers are family, he still had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv25oIbDI/AAAAAAAABjA/KGXfhjsMfao/s1600/IMG_6861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv25oIbDI/AAAAAAAABjA/KGXfhjsMfao/s400/IMG_6861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496907071666809906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the down falls to a summer birthday is there is no way to invite the friends he wants.  It also didn't help that the party was on a holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyUqIiwsI/AAAAAAAABjg/sWhgqednsKA/s1600/IMG_6886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyUqIiwsI/AAAAAAAABjg/sWhgqednsKA/s320/IMG_6886.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496909781927117506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lack of friends he still had thirty people show up to his party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyUFmJxDI/AAAAAAAABjY/k6MyEjpNgqs/s1600/IMG_6887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyUFmJxDI/AAAAAAAABjY/k6MyEjpNgqs/s320/IMG_6887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496909772119196722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reserved the gym for two hours and ended up staying for four.  Boy were we tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyTnbBlPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/WH2wG0jv43g/s1600/IMG_6874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyTnbBlPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/WH2wG0jv43g/s320/IMG_6874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496909764019459314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chaperon at the gym was pretty cool.  He came up with lots of games for the kids.  The kids got to do some ju jits su and break boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv2vPI-gI/AAAAAAAABi4/EFnpHQJfFyg/s1600/IMG_6826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv2vPI-gI/AAAAAAAABi4/EFnpHQJfFyg/s400/IMG_6826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496907068877634050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got to jump over some ever growing walls and they also raced through obstacle courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv2FVJ1FI/AAAAAAAABiw/wpcBzmdbs7M/s1600/IMG_6839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv2FVJ1FI/AAAAAAAABiw/wpcBzmdbs7M/s400/IMG_6839.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496907057628566610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 4th of July friends came down to see us instead of us going to Montana.  We went to Malad, when we were done at the gym, and watched fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv1RAvUxI/AAAAAAAABio/JhbQ2dIkPjs/s1600/IMG_6825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjv1RAvUxI/AAAAAAAABio/JhbQ2dIkPjs/s400/IMG_6825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496907043584299794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug did some awesome tricks into the it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyS_2o7QI/AAAAAAAABjI/C1BJXu2SscM/s1600/IMG_6859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjyS_2o7QI/AAAAAAAABjI/C1BJXu2SscM/s320/IMG_6859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496909753397865730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner had a wonderful time showing us tricks on the tramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj6AhXGDCI/AAAAAAAABj4/uCsXSvwynwg/s1600/IMG_6876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEj6AhXGDCI/AAAAAAAABj4/uCsXSvwynwg/s320/IMG_6876.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496918232067869730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear had fun running around like a maniac jumping, breaking, and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjzloUtfNI/AAAAAAAABjw/h4I4Lu2xYlw/s1600/IMG_6893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjzloUtfNI/AAAAAAAABjw/h4I4Lu2xYlw/s320/IMG_6893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496911173010685138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud had fun opening his gifts.  He was very gracious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-3297363952675410507?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/e6ZJCdedu_E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3297363952675410507/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=3297363952675410507" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3297363952675410507?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3297363952675410507?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/e6ZJCdedu_E/buds-real-birthday-party.html" title="Bud's REAL Birthday Party" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TEjzk9CfAmI/AAAAAAAABjo/sb5HkKAzgP8/s72-c/IMG_6862.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/buds-real-birthday-party.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFRXczfyp7ImA9WxFbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-7842532090312319387</id><published>2010-07-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:43:34.987-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T06:43:34.987-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bud" /><title>Bud's Birthday Hike</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsbEXfaOoI/AAAAAAAABiY/4h8_sJXkIpE/s1600/IMG_6809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsbEXfaOoI/AAAAAAAABiY/4h8_sJXkIpE/s320/IMG_6809.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493013932347636354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Bud what he wanted to do for his family birthday celebration, we gave him all sorts of options and he came up with a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaTDILs4I/AAAAAAAABiQ/czg3iv0vBhY/s1600/IMG_6801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaTDILs4I/AAAAAAAABiQ/czg3iv0vBhY/s320/IMG_6801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493013085067916162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we called the family up and invited everyone to go.  There was a nice turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaSZSHL8I/AAAAAAAABiI/KD-QtWvA0jI/s1600/IMG_6803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaSZSHL8I/AAAAAAAABiI/KD-QtWvA0jI/s320/IMG_6803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493013073835274178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Itchy came with his kids.  They all did really well, even Jo his youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaR16zlyI/AAAAAAAABiA/x-l-DY1Az3Q/s1600/IMG_6805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaR16zlyI/AAAAAAAABiA/x-l-DY1Az3Q/s320/IMG_6805.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493013064342279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Brook and Auntie Andy came with their kids.  I think the kids all loved the fact that the trail followed a stream so it was nice a cool plus we could play in it when we stopped for lunch.  It's amazing how kids gravitate to water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaRC-_ArI/AAAAAAAABh4/1WgY9M6zzy0/s1600/IMG_6807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsaRC-_ArI/AAAAAAAABh4/1WgY9M6zzy0/s320/IMG_6807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493013050669597362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we all had fun too.  It was a great idea.  I hope Bud felt very special with how many people showed up to help him celebrate his special day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-7842532090312319387?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/ADfm9IDPIgA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7842532090312319387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=7842532090312319387" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7842532090312319387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7842532090312319387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/ADfm9IDPIgA/buds-birthday-hike.html" title="Bud's Birthday Hike" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDsbEXfaOoI/AAAAAAAABiY/4h8_sJXkIpE/s72-c/IMG_6809.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/buds-birthday-hike.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8AQHgyfCp7ImA9WxFbF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-7425090506314055797</id><published>2010-07-10T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T10:44:01.694-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-10T10:44:01.694-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><title>Phoenix, Az</title><content type="html">Big D had a business trip to Phoenix and he wanted me to come with him.  It was initially suppose to be Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania but it got changed at the last minute.  I'm fine with that because I've never had the opportunity to explore Phoenix.  I love going places I've never been, which would be just about anywhere outside of Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDip66tZadI/AAAAAAAABhg/i3_MqVpzuCE/s1600/IMG_6740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDip66tZadI/AAAAAAAABhg/i3_MqVpzuCE/s320/IMG_6740.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492326575235492306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tackled a lot of good food, let's face it when you're on the company dime you try stuff you wouldn't ordinarily be able to afford.  Big D calls himself a connoisseur of burgers so he is always in search for his next favorite.  I honestly didn't think he was going to be able to eat this one, it was huge.  He ended up taking the onion rings off so he could fit it in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDipRtTQPWI/AAAAAAAABhY/-krbymfBgYI/s1600/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDipRtTQPWI/AAAAAAAABhY/-krbymfBgYI/s320/IMG_0131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492325867261541730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Big D got out of work early so he was able to go to the Apache Trails with me.  We went through a ghost town.  I don't know if you can really call it a ghost town because it's still being used as a town.  There are stores and tours and a saloon.  I think the only thing that wasn't still in use was the brothel.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDipQU8c1RI/AAAAAAAABhQ/x9m4YPLubwk/s1600/IMG_6761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDipQU8c1RI/AAAAAAAABhQ/x9m4YPLubwk/s320/IMG_6761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492325843543577874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there after the town was all close up but we still enjoyed looking around.  Big D got a little frisky with a cactus, I don't know if he thought those pokies were fur or what, but he learned real quick that there were no softies in that town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDipP8LHTyI/AAAAAAAABhI/a06mWBXDfZs/s1600/IMG_6768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDipP8LHTyI/AAAAAAAABhI/a06mWBXDfZs/s320/IMG_6768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492325836894195490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church even had a sign out front inviting people to come to their Sunday Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDilnGE3JVI/AAAAAAAABgY/_51bT-Gq8u4/s1600/IMG_6766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDilnGE3JVI/AAAAAAAABgY/_51bT-Gq8u4/s320/IMG_6766.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492321836642805074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the brothel we found this cage, they had some massively huge birds back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioPA1cXlI/AAAAAAAABg4/M3RmC4yDV0o/s1600/IMG_6753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioPA1cXlI/AAAAAAAABg4/M3RmC4yDV0o/s320/IMG_6753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492324721453981266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of the days I went on a tour of Frank Lloyd Wright's Taliesin West house.  He used this house in the winters and ran an architect school out of it.  It is still being used as a school.  In the Summer he would stay at Taliesin East in Wisconsin.  They used to require their students to live in a tent the first year of school.  After that they had to build their own residence.  They still have the students build their own residents but they don't require them to live in a tent for a year first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioOmlGH0I/AAAAAAAABgw/lcFi5BYfeag/s1600/IMG_6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioOmlGH0I/AAAAAAAABgw/lcFi5BYfeag/s320/IMG_6748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492324714406092610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright had an ingenious design, he had this pool in the front of his house and as the hot winds out come up the mountain it would glide over the water and cool and air conditioned the house.  This picture is of his personal studio.  It was the first room they took us in and I couldn't quit thinking about how it would make an awesome green house with just a few more windows.  I bet it made a wonderful studio with all that natural lighting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioOBlZzjI/AAAAAAAABgo/z-cQN1y6Y8w/s1600/IMG_6745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioOBlZzjI/AAAAAAAABgo/z-cQN1y6Y8w/s320/IMG_6745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492324704475270706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we went to a Diamondbacks vs Yankees game.  The Yankees won 9 to 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDilnpPqQBI/AAAAAAAABgg/ZXebHkLGToU/s1600/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDilnpPqQBI/AAAAAAAABgg/ZXebHkLGToU/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492321846083338258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our hike of the Apache Trails we found so many wonderful things to take pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDilmur350I/AAAAAAAABgQ/RP0C3jJ8u4g/s1600/IMG_6776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDilmur350I/AAAAAAAABgQ/RP0C3jJ8u4g/s320/IMG_6776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492321830363981634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the mountains when the sun started to go down so we took pictures as we were heading out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDill8VGJ7I/AAAAAAAABgI/C-M52MkBkpw/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDill8VGJ7I/AAAAAAAABgI/C-M52MkBkpw/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492321816846673842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we got out of the mountains the sun was setting over the desert floor.  It felt like the sunset just kept going and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioPpFrpWI/AAAAAAAABhA/odkvJthGQw8/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDioPpFrpWI/AAAAAAAABhA/odkvJthGQw8/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492324732259509602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't quite a full moon but it was close.  And that just gave us more to take pictures of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDiw8l3anII/AAAAAAAABho/WuB-a55X0Yk/s1600/IMG_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDiw8l3anII/AAAAAAAABho/WuB-a55X0Yk/s320/IMG_0074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492334300581502082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a mountain ridge it looked like a bunch on tombstones but they were cacti.  I tried to capture it but I don't think it work they way I saw it in my head.  But it's still a cool picture, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-7425090506314055797?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/lWY2lNWYk6I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7425090506314055797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=7425090506314055797" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7425090506314055797?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7425090506314055797?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/lWY2lNWYk6I/phoenix-az.html" title="Phoenix, Az" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDip66tZadI/AAAAAAAABhg/i3_MqVpzuCE/s72-c/IMG_6740.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/phoenix-az.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBRXg9eCp7ImA9WxFbFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-8242248475154964352</id><published>2010-07-08T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T17:50:54.660-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-08T17:50:54.660-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lord's Hand" /><title>Mesa, Az Temple</title><content type="html">On Big D and I's trip to Phoenix I got to go to the temple in Mesa.  It was beautiful.  I was surprised to not see an angel Moroni on top but I do know there are a couple temples that don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZwANMnKOI/AAAAAAAABf4/Yy-Gbae-ank/s1600/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZwANMnKOI/AAAAAAAABf4/Yy-Gbae-ank/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491699944469768418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the grounds are kept exceptionally nice.  Beautiful flowers just pop with all the dry brown background.  It looks like an oasis in the middle of the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZv-Td4t4I/AAAAAAAABfg/F198tkNbH3s/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZv-Td4t4I/AAAAAAAABfg/F198tkNbH3s/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491699911793096578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were palm trees all over Phoenix but for some reason they were just more beautiful on the temple grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZv_pgb2lI/AAAAAAAABfw/BGi4FmY8Oz8/s1600/IMG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZv_pgb2lI/AAAAAAAABfw/BGi4FmY8Oz8/s320/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491699934889237074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the back there was the petrified log sitting there.  It was a gift and it used to be about 100 feet long, if I remember right.  But it looks so cool, it looks like a log but it is solid rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZv_LOe_FI/AAAAAAAABfo/TYPPE5lwbHM/s1600/IMG_6742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZv_LOe_FI/AAAAAAAABfo/TYPPE5lwbHM/s320/IMG_6742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491699926760881234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the reflection pool, it was calming, almost as calming as the inside was.  There was an incident inside though.  A young nursing mother was fasting and she passed out.  They had to call paramedics to come help her.  They said when she woke up she was complaining that she couldn't feel her hands.  It was weird to see people who didn't belong in the temple.  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She did awesome and her team finished the race with in minutes of their estimated time. The Wasatch Back is one of the most popular races in the United  States with about 1,300 teams of 12 people each and another 300 teams on the waiting list.  People came from all over the U.S. just to do this race.  Some teams were made up of families with kids as young as 11 years old running.  One lady had a shirt on that said, "I married into the wrong family".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZc0MpKEFI/AAAAAAAABfI/Hw97iuPjOzI/s1600/IMG_6731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZc0MpKEFI/AAAAAAAABfI/Hw97iuPjOzI/s320/IMG_6731.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491678847441702994"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this is not Ann.  This is one of the other runners that I just had to take a picture of because her whole team ran with these fake bums hanging off the back of their pants.  I think they were running their butts off.  There were a lot of really cute costumes that I'm sure they were rethinking while having to run with it all on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one team that was all super heros and another that was high schoolers (prom queen, athlete, cheerleaders, etc).  The teams also decorated their team vans to match their costumes.  There was one van that was titled "Business Time" from Flight of the Concords.  In big letters across the side it said, "It's Business time and conditions are perfect".  People got pretty creative with their decorating skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZc0hjfUaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/9cajW1pknLs/s1600/IMG_6730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZc0hjfUaI/AAAAAAAABfQ/9cajW1pknLs/s320/IMG_6730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491678853055074722"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Ann on her first of three legs of the race.  She did so good on this leg that she shaved 18 minutes off her time.  This was also the only time I got to see her run.  I had to volunteer at the 5th exchange and this one is the 3rd.  I thought it would be no problem getting to my exchange in time since Ann only had to run a little over three miles.  Boy was I wrong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 4th exchange it was all dirt road so everybody was going real slow as not to run over or dust out the runners.  It took us an hour to drive ten miles.  Oh, and if a volunteer is 30 minutes late for their assigned time the team they are volunteering for gets disqualified.  Needless to say I was freaking out because they asked me to be there @ 1:30 and I wasn't able to get there until 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully they were very understanding as to why it took us so long to get there so we didn't hurt our team.  Big D and I spent the next five hours trying to make runners, and drivers, laugh as they came into the exchange.  It was funny to us how many people do not have a sense of humor.  One thing that really stuck out to me was how many people thanked us for volunteering and telling us that they couldn't have the race without us.  I thought that was really nice and thoughtful to acknowledge those standing out in the scorching sun just to help them so they could have this race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZczn54U-I/AAAAAAAABfA/ouwQ7htGS7w/s1600/IMG_6739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZczn54U-I/AAAAAAAABfA/ouwQ7htGS7w/s320/IMG_6739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491678837579731938"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie to you, I was more than a little nervous about how my little Sis was going to do.  Her doctor told her that her knee wasn't in the best of shape for a race like this.  Her second leg started about 1 a.m.  Marie, our baby sister, put a book on Ann's Ipod for her to listen to.  Ann started listening to it on her second leg to help her not get freaked out about running in the pitch dark all alone.  Needless to say, the book Marie put on there was about ghosts.  We all got a kick out of that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZcy8HomqI/AAAAAAAABe4/xdPovw0NnXw/s1600/IMG_6738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZcy8HomqI/AAAAAAAABe4/xdPovw0NnXw/s320/IMG_6738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491678825826261666"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann did finish the race.  Her team had some medical problems but none of them were from her.  They had a guy drop out of the race the night before it was to start.  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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in all the excitement of the race, they were asking who would like to run the race next year and I said I'd do it.  So, Ann and I have a race to train for next year.  Big D said he'd come and be a volunteer for our team.  What a supportive hubby I have.  I tried to talk him into running it with me but he has a lot on his plate this next year, graduating with his Masters and getting his Black Belt.   Who knows, maybe we'll do it together the next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-481387487340449038?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/f6L5BzQaaqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8e9f5eeb36f00c7a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2e0357330148e7d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/481387487340449038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=481387487340449038" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/481387487340449038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/481387487340449038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/f6L5BzQaaqQ/ragnar-wasatch-back.html" title="Ragnar's Wasatch Back: The Bod Squad" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TDZc0MpKEFI/AAAAAAAABfI/Hw97iuPjOzI/s72-c/IMG_6731.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/07/ragnar-wasatch-back.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMGQHY-fCp7ImA9WxFUF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-1173348302746085626</id><published>2010-06-27T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T22:20:21.854-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-27T22:20:21.854-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear" /><title>Bear up to Bat</title><content type="html">My baby gets to play baseball for the first time this year.  He is super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCgmbxpbwmI/AAAAAAAABew/cK9HJJTPDsY/s1600/IMG_6727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCgmbxpbwmI/AAAAAAAABew/cK9HJJTPDsY/s320/IMG_6727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487678404576395874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really see the excitement in this picture, but trust me it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCgmamUQ64I/AAAAAAAABeg/GkqqkH20a74/s1600/IMG_6724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCgmamUQ64I/AAAAAAAABeg/GkqqkH20a74/s320/IMG_6724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487678384354945922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a natural at the tee.  He hit the ball off the tee the very first try.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCgmbfVaKzI/AAAAAAAABeo/uV3WE1GXVpk/s1600/IMG_6725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCgmbfVaKzI/AAAAAAAABeo/uV3WE1GXVpk/s320/IMG_6725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487678399660567346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even knew right were to run.  I think this is going to be a great baseball season.  Of course, I'm going to be living at the ball park with three kids playing.  The only one that didn't get to play was Bug.  She is just out of the play for fun and into the competitive sports bracket, which wouldn't be too bad except their season starts a month earlier and I missed the boat on signing her up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me she tells me every day how unfair it is that she's the one who loves to play and she's the only one not playing.  I try to make it better by telling her she's all signed up for soccer this fall, but I'm still in the dog house for baseball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-1173348302746085626?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/w5D363D4j_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1173348302746085626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=1173348302746085626" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/1173348302746085626?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/1173348302746085626?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/w5D363D4j_0/bear-up-to-bat.html" title="Bear up to Bat" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCgmbxpbwmI/AAAAAAAABew/cK9HJJTPDsY/s72-c/IMG_6727.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/06/bear-up-to-bat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEADRnkzeip7ImA9WxFUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-5196901308175334268</id><published>2010-06-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:52:57.782-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-27T16:52:57.782-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>Family Birthday Party 2010</title><content type="html">We had our annual family birthday party at a gymnasium.  Brook and Andy were in charge this year and they did an awesome job.  We played at the gym for about two hours then went up to a park to do our BBQ and presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfeU9DfAnI/AAAAAAAABeI/OzSPZxLKvts/s1600/IMG_6641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfeU9DfAnI/AAAAAAAABeI/OzSPZxLKvts/s320/IMG_6641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487599122542166642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun racing up a big blow up obsticle course.  Some of the adults, I won't name who (Brook), used their wife's head to help him get over the top.  Beaner is being patient waiting to help me up to the top.  Good luck with getting me up there the last time I had to use Jason's head to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfJukDuqeI/AAAAAAAABeA/lTrEXov45S0/s1600/IMG_6719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfJukDuqeI/AAAAAAAABeA/lTrEXov45S0/s320/IMG_6719.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487576472764721634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug didn't want Rae Rae to be left out so she helped her through the course too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfJt_3-nZI/AAAAAAAABd4/uXtNX8wPDMA/s1600/IMG_6688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfJt_3-nZI/AAAAAAAABd4/uXtNX8wPDMA/s320/IMG_6688.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487576463051758994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many fun things to play on that no one got bored and no one had to stand in line.  Bud is very proud of his balancing skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfEx1SzPWI/AAAAAAAABdw/QbSSDNtx7VI/s1600/IMG_6711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfEx1SzPWI/AAAAAAAABdw/QbSSDNtx7VI/s320/IMG_6711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487571031372807522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kids brought some tude with them so Auntie Ann stood behind them during picture time to help them with their smile.  Grandma Lovely didn't want to her smile to be left out of the picture so she snuck right in there at the last second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfExRswjNI/AAAAAAAABdo/7OMRIcMJ7ys/s1600/IMG_6644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfExRswjNI/AAAAAAAABdo/7OMRIcMJ7ys/s320/IMG_6644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487571021818006738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jason was a favorite among all the youngens, including little Rae Rae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfEwp2tZAI/AAAAAAAABdg/V9d01tX5NaE/s1600/IMG_6673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfEwp2tZAI/AAAAAAAABdg/V9d01tX5NaE/s320/IMG_6673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487571011122324482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Auntie Marie and her fiance, Walker's, first family function together.  I think they really enjoyed themselves.  Hopefully next time his kids will be able to join us and meet the rest of the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfEwFaeJ_I/AAAAAAAABdY/KX-KDr-5XZY/s1600/IMG_6645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfEwFaeJ_I/AAAAAAAABdY/KX-KDr-5XZY/s320/IMG_6645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487571001340209138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Brook is such a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfi3H0CIBI/AAAAAAAABeY/c4yy-1mALjg/s1600/IMG_6658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfi3H0CIBI/AAAAAAAABeY/c4yy-1mALjg/s320/IMG_6658.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487604107592212498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfi2jxslRI/AAAAAAAABeQ/KUi0o1Lbvis/s1600/IMG_6651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfi2jxslRI/AAAAAAAABeQ/KUi0o1Lbvis/s320/IMG_6651.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487604097918735634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's also rubbing off on his wife.  It's too bad Big D and Uncle Itchy had to work and weren't able to enjoy the fun with us.  We decided we are going to try and rent the gym for Bud's birthday.  Maybe then they can play with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-5196901308175334268?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/OECOrgPU4L0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5196901308175334268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=5196901308175334268" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/5196901308175334268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/5196901308175334268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/OECOrgPU4L0/family-birthday-party-2010.html" title="Family Birthday Party 2010" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TCfeU9DfAnI/AAAAAAAABeI/OzSPZxLKvts/s72-c/IMG_6641.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/06/family-birthday-party-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HR3c_fyp7ImA9WxFVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-3106118751920412196</id><published>2010-06-09T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:58:56.947-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T16:58:56.947-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bud" /><title>Anyone Need a Contractor?</title><content type="html">A couple years ago Big D and the kids were wrestling on our bed when Big D put his foot through the wall.  I thought a quick patch job is all it needed until I started taking down the broken sheetrock and discovered black mold.  We were in no position to fix it so we didn't bother it for awhile, I know that probably isn't the smartest idea but when you don't have the $$$ what are you going to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to tackle the wall and see just how far this mold went.  I was scared it went all the way into our restroom and up in the ceiling.  I ripped out one complete wall and it kept going and so did I.  I had to rip out our closet but it stopped before it reached our restroom, yeah!  It also didn't make it up to the ceiling, few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to fix our bedroom, which is in the basement we decided it is a good time to upgrade at least one of our windows and make it an egress window.  Long story short we had to move out of our room to get every thing done that needs to be done.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up getting rid of our toy room and turned it into our quiet room/office.  The former quiet room is now our bedroom, yes, that would be upstairs :0( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAnvv3tyDI/AAAAAAAABdI/YGFQpyrMUF8/s1600/IMG_6598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAnvv3tyDI/AAAAAAAABdI/YGFQpyrMUF8/s320/IMG_6598.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480924447767382066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time the toy room was painted was ten years ago when it was our oldest, Bug's room.  We took every thing out and I figured I could live with patch marks on the walls before I could live with big holes every where.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAnuxqOYxI/AAAAAAAABdA/88xeNie_SAw/s1600/IMG_6599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAnuxqOYxI/AAAAAAAABdA/88xeNie_SAw/s320/IMG_6599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480924431067800338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our little contractors in training helped patch the 150 holes.  Grandpa would be so proud.  I think construction is in the blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, all our bedroom project has told us, is we need to redo our whole house.  Thank goodness we can do it one room at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-3106118751920412196?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/a6dww9kQ_8k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3106118751920412196/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=3106118751920412196" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3106118751920412196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3106118751920412196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/a6dww9kQ_8k/anyone-need-contractor.html" title="Anyone Need a Contractor?" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAnvv3tyDI/AAAAAAAABdI/YGFQpyrMUF8/s72-c/IMG_6598.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/06/anyone-need-contractor.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcERX85eyp7ImA9WxFVEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-2419531969336578987</id><published>2010-06-09T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:43:24.123-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T16:43:24.123-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bear" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bug" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bud" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Beaner" /><title>Primary Activity</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhpPxC7jI/AAAAAAAABcY/f9iUvByNBqk/s1600/IMG_6604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhpPxC7jI/AAAAAAAABcY/f9iUvByNBqk/s320/IMG_6604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480917739000491570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took all the kids, that were interested, to the temple for a tour and a picnic.  A lot of people thought we were crazy for wanting to take that many youngens to the temple grounds.  They all did fabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAUfrW31_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/fixgvp5uWtI/s1600/IMG_6623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAUfrW31_I/AAAAAAAABcQ/fixgvp5uWtI/s320/IMG_6623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480903280957052914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug standing in front of the Baptism for the Dead entrance which is going to be remodeled starting next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAUe5cB4_I/AAAAAAAABcI/xiRcMi9jxcQ/s1600/IMG_6624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAUe5cB4_I/AAAAAAAABcI/xiRcMi9jxcQ/s320/IMG_6624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480903267556910066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear and Bud standing next to one of the oldest trees.  It is a Linden tree and it will probably be ripped out in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAUdo4ceGI/AAAAAAAABcA/YvNUear8t50/s1600/IMG_6615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAUdo4ceGI/AAAAAAAABcA/YvNUear8t50/s320/IMG_6615.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480903245932820578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner is standing in an arch that they use to take bridal shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhsNqsfNI/AAAAAAAABc4/f2ztXnjyqcA/s1600/IMG_6631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhsNqsfNI/AAAAAAAABc4/f2ztXnjyqcA/s320/IMG_6631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480917789976591570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear is standing in front of the temple holding his card he received from the visitors center after we watched movies about sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhrI3LXGI/AAAAAAAABcw/8RArRYY_dLE/s1600/IMG_6632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhrI3LXGI/AAAAAAAABcw/8RArRYY_dLE/s320/IMG_6632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480917771506900066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner enjoying being center of attention.  She's going to make a b-e-a-utiful bride one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhqrynWCI/AAAAAAAABco/Bx2xApZw0IU/s1600/IMG_6628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhqrynWCI/AAAAAAAABco/Bx2xApZw0IU/s320/IMG_6628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480917763703134242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug hopefully practicing for when she comes back to get her bridal shots in front of the temple, but not for at least another ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhpxclv2I/AAAAAAAABcg/c4KChB_uzB4/s1600/IMG_6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAhpxclv2I/AAAAAAAABcg/c4KChB_uzB4/s320/IMG_6630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480917748041498466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bud showing off his card as well.  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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinnzi was so cute with her babies.  She was such a good mama and when it was time for them to all go to their new homes, she was just fine with it, probably because now she doesn't have to share the attention anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Princess left, a week before Charlie, Bug treated him like a prince.  We actually started calling him Prince Charles because Bug would carry him around on top of a pillow.  He spent more time outside his kennel than inside.  I had to put my foot down when she begged to have him sleep with her.  I didn't think it was appropriate for a puppy to sleep on the top bunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie knew when Bug was around because first thing in the morning she'd get him out.  When we'd come home from running errands, she run to get him out.  Those two bonded so much I thought there was going to be tears when he left.  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We had a nice tour of the grounds where they showed us plants that aren't grown anywhere else in Idaho Falls (just because they won't grow)  Flowers that are going to be ripped up next month to make a reflecting pool, and the entrance people usually use for Baptisms of the dead which too is being remodeled next month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched some movies in the visitors center, learned about nebulas (places where stars are born), and how tiny our planet really is in the grand scheme of the universe and all the Lord's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home Bud got ahold of some putty which ended up in his hair, so guess what we got to do when we got home?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAISbXvpDI/AAAAAAAABbg/9882rqK7P3Y/s1600/IMG_6633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAISbXvpDI/AAAAAAAABbg/9882rqK7P3Y/s320/IMG_6633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480889859187909682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to cut hair.  Since I had to cut Bud's I figured I'd torture Bear as well.  If you look close you can see the putty in Bud's bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAITPo-KqI/AAAAAAAABbo/nF7U--IRclU/s1600/IMG_6634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAITPo-KqI/AAAAAAAABbo/nF7U--IRclU/s320/IMG_6634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480889873218808482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how he looked after I just removed the putty.  I asked him if he wanted me to leave his hair like this, he said probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAIT_jYZWI/AAAAAAAABbw/jPd_62Fjm14/s1600/IMG_6635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAIT_jYZWI/AAAAAAAABbw/jPd_62Fjm14/s320/IMG_6635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480889886080263522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually shave both boys head, and Big D's too, but I wanted to leave it a little longer on top with Bear, Bud didn't have that choice anymore.  I think they turned out pretty cute.  It will be a nice summer haircut, at least for two weeks until we have to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAHryMhRKI/AAAAAAAABbY/Avbn5A-eJlM/s1600/IMG_6601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAHryMhRKI/AAAAAAAABbY/Avbn5A-eJlM/s320/IMG_6601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480889195299947682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I decided we wanted nice summer dos too.  We looked at a bunch of different hairstyles on the internet and which haircut looks best to match the shape of our faces.  Each girl picked the cut they wanted and we were off to the barber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAHrVJJyAI/AAAAAAAABbQ/9R_mMka_6Hs/s1600/IMG_6602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAHrVJJyAI/AAAAAAAABbQ/9R_mMka_6Hs/s320/IMG_6602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480889187501197314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner chose a cut pixie haircut.  She has so much trouble with her brushing her hair, it's so thick and gets rats nests so easy.  She gets mad every time I make her brush her hair ten times before it looks good.  I think this is the best choice for her, I'm glad she decided on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug and I actually chose the same do, a layered bob.  I think it makes her look so much older, which I tell her every day she really must stop doing.  This will be nice because she wanted it off her neck, which it is, but it isn't too short as to accentuate her round face and make it look rounder (if that is even a word).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls have already had a lot of compliments and I can't quit running my fingers through Beaner's hair, because I can.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only one who needs a haircut is Big D, where's my razor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-6872199156073804267?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/XHo0TMS2BbA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6872199156073804267/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=6872199156073804267" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/6872199156073804267?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/6872199156073804267?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/XHo0TMS2BbA/day-of-haircuts.html" title="A Day of Haircuts" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TBAISbXvpDI/AAAAAAAABbg/9882rqK7P3Y/s72-c/IMG_6633.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-of-haircuts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINSH45eip7ImA9WxFWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-3844120299462098280</id><published>2010-05-31T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:36:39.022-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-31T07:36:39.022-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kinnzi" /><title>Princess's Send Off</title><content type="html">&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TAO7ppWkk9I/AAAAAAAABaw/Rhc9sBm7LMQ/s1600/Princess%27+send+off+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477427895962211282 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TAO7ppWkk9I/AAAAAAAABaw/Rhc9sBm7LMQ/s320/Princess%27+send+off+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law showed up to take her Princess home. They were actually heading out of town so she brought Princess's little bag she packed for her with all her goodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TAO7qK8lR6I/AAAAAAAABa4/4_hW4kGKzAo/s1600/Princess%27+send+off+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477427904980010914 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TAO7qK8lR6I/AAAAAAAABa4/4_hW4kGKzAo/s320/Princess%27+send+off+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Including a little shirt to keep her warm. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie is going to be a bit harder to part with, but we're happy he's going to a good home. Charlie had to give his own send off. He didn't want Princess to feel lonely when she was sleeping in her new bed. He wanted her to always be able to smell him and know he's thinking of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TAO7qghC1PI/AAAAAAAABbA/1GRv_rbqgj4/s1600/Princess%27+send+off+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477427910770087154 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TAO7qghC1PI/AAAAAAAABbA/1GRv_rbqgj4/s320/Princess%27+send+off+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike, Kathy, and Princess, what a happy little family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-3844120299462098280?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/AnZ4mMWK7G0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d79b5d5cbfc6280&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6fc9d2472af212d7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3844120299462098280/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=3844120299462098280" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3844120299462098280?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3844120299462098280?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/AnZ4mMWK7G0/princesss-send-off.html" title="Princess's Send Off" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/TAO7ppWkk9I/AAAAAAAABaw/Rhc9sBm7LMQ/s72-c/Princess%27+send+off+006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/05/princesss-send-off.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEICRXk9eip7ImA9WxFXGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-3342294366096222326</id><published>2010-05-27T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:56:04.762-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-27T11:56:04.762-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="balance" /><title>Summer Break/Jobs</title><content type="html">I am so in love with summer breaks. I miss them as an adult. They really don't mean the same once you graduate from school and enter the "real" world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a proposal,since teenagers seem to have more time than $$ during the summer and adults tend to have more $$ than time, we should compromise. The teenagers should take over the adults jobs for the summer. It would give adulthood a much needed break, and the youth some doe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How big of a mess could teenagers get our planet into in just three months? Granted it hasn't taken Obama too long to get our country into a big pile of crap, but teenagers are more optimistic and idealistic. I bet they'd do a better job at running things than our current government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving teenagers jobs equals buckage burning a hole in their pockets and giving adults much needed vacations would be pouring money into the economy. I think this is a win win proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the summer the adults would be rested and thinking with clear heads.  Maybe we could get more done, granted we might have to fix some melt downs, but that's why we have the next summer, too rest from all our hard work all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-3342294366096222326?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/LMLJ12WYmFI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3342294366096222326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=3342294366096222326" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3342294366096222326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/3342294366096222326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/LMLJ12WYmFI/summer-breakjobs.html" title="Summer Break/Jobs" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-breakjobs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcDQ3s7fip7ImA9WxFXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-7149866306733629147</id><published>2010-05-25T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:07:52.506-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-26T14:07:52.506-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Children's Humor" /><title>First Irrigation of the Season</title><content type="html">I was mowing the back yard when I heard water flowing in the irrigation. I thought I could stay ahead of the water so I hurried and mowed where the water was first going to hit, then I ran and turned on the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xZOakY5wI/AAAAAAAABao/sn-CgHTp-Hg/s1600/1st+irrigation+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xZOakY5wI/AAAAAAAABao/sn-CgHTp-Hg/s320/1st+irrigation+2010+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475349351160669954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong. The water pressure was awesome so I had to postpone my mowing, darn it. It is a real good thing I didn't plant my garden right after Big D rototilled it (I couldn't because it rained for the next three days after he got done). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xZCIPkzCI/AAAAAAAABag/ikgCcIdXKhI/s1600/1st+irrigation+2010+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xZCIPkzCI/AAAAAAAABag/ikgCcIdXKhI/s320/1st+irrigation+2010+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475349140083100706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about mud and kids but they are two magnetic forces that refuse to stay apart. And yes, I did tell them not to get mud on their cloths. Too Late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xYtY9xc7I/AAAAAAAABaY/6SusVa-UPVs/s1600/1st+irrigation+2010+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xYtY9xc7I/AAAAAAAABaY/6SusVa-UPVs/s320/1st+irrigation+2010+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475348783794582450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner was kind enough to build this bridge out of stepping stones so no one had to get muddy. The boys didn't listen, but Bug thought she'd try it since she didn't want to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO74pu80I/AAAAAAAABZQ/0VluXY5smo4/s1600/1st+irrigation+2010+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO74pu80I/AAAAAAAABZQ/0VluXY5smo4/s320/1st+irrigation+2010+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475338037702357826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it didn't last long. I "accidentally" pushed her in, can you see the tude all over her face. You can't tell she's a tweeny, can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO9H7ZhWI/AAAAAAAABZg/hsb4c1ELFdg/s1600/1st+irrigation+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO9H7ZhWI/AAAAAAAABZg/hsb4c1ELFdg/s320/1st+irrigation+2010+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475338058982851938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That white shirt is not going to last long, why do I bother getting them cute cloths? Oh well, they're only kids once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO8RT5yXI/AAAAAAAABZY/Ak78mPGG0tk/s1600/1st+irrigation+2010+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO8RT5yXI/AAAAAAAABZY/Ak78mPGG0tk/s320/1st+irrigation+2010+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475338044321679730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Bud was the first to dive in. I'm just happy he decided to change out of his school cloths first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO7TIyAiI/AAAAAAAABZI/G3RPYS4WLT4/s1600/1st+irrigation+2010+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xO7TIyAiI/AAAAAAAABZI/G3RPYS4WLT4/s320/1st+irrigation+2010+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475338027632034338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had all of them line up on the stones so I could take a picture of their dirty toes. Personally I don't think you can see any of their toes. Afterward I had Beaner pull all those stone out before dad gets home from Pittsburgh and tills my garden again. Maybe this time I will be able to plant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought that a little rain made it difficult to plant, wait till you see what the kidfactor did to the garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-7149866306733629147?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/Y59LF6ADzXA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7149866306733629147/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=7149866306733629147" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7149866306733629147?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/7149866306733629147?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/Y59LF6ADzXA/first-irrigation-of-season.html" title="First Irrigation of the Season" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_xZOakY5wI/AAAAAAAABao/sn-CgHTp-Hg/s72-c/1st+irrigation+2010+003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-irrigation-of-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUBRH0zcSp7ImA9WxFXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-4742198294655446764</id><published>2010-05-24T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:57:35.389-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-24T09:57:35.389-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kinnzi" /><title>Bowling Princess</title><content type="html">Our stewardship of the puppies is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qqASosSnI/AAAAAAAABYI/7HEx15FdFPM/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qqASosSnI/AAAAAAAABYI/7HEx15FdFPM/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474875219001494130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy, my sister-in-law, is bonding with her new baby, Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qp_1kYbzI/AAAAAAAABYA/CXAyKV_-dFI/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qp_1kYbzI/AAAAAAAABYA/CXAyKV_-dFI/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474875211198787378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Princess's new family. They are taking her home this Friday. They are excited. It is bitter sweet for us. We've enjoyed having the puppies in the house but we are excited for their new adventure. We feel good about their new owners and we believe that both Charlie and Princess will be in good hands. Plus, it's nice to know we can visit Princess any time we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrQwFRfdI/AAAAAAAABYg/4Ly3G3IXTaU/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrQwFRfdI/AAAAAAAABYg/4Ly3G3IXTaU/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474876601295535570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy invited us to Jaxon's (Eddie and Julie's youngest) birthday party at the bowling alley. The kids were doped up on sugar so we took them out on the lanes to burn off some of that "energy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrRd8EVjI/AAAAAAAABYo/zbPHzfyptho/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrRd8EVjI/AAAAAAAABYo/zbPHzfyptho/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474876613604955698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we may have a professional bowler on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qqBHsY-2I/AAAAAAAABYY/ffx1bjtP4nE/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qqBHsY-2I/AAAAAAAABYY/ffx1bjtP4nE/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474875233244085090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as surprised as you that she's bowling with a pink ball. She did really good. Bug always kicks my bum when we bowl on the Wii. This was a bit different, and I won her (he he ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrRg46XTI/AAAAAAAABYw/GpXwqSlZDbM/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrRg46XTI/AAAAAAAABYw/GpXwqSlZDbM/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474876614397025586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, look at that form. I'm lucky I didn't split my pants. Bear did great, he only needed help with his first couple tries then he did it all on his own. And, he finished the whole game. I guess there really is a first time for every thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qurBoeadI/AAAAAAAABZA/MHeGQWYbevs/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qurBoeadI/AAAAAAAABZA/MHeGQWYbevs/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474880351218067922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner was having a hard time with getting down close to the floor before releasing the ball. I thought she was going to split the ball in half. At least she didn't throw the ball backwards and almost hit the audience, that would've been Bug who did that. I wonder if she was hoping we'd all bounce like in the video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qqA74HvbI/AAAAAAAABYQ/AW82Uppzi48/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qqA74HvbI/AAAAAAAABYQ/AW82Uppzi48/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474875230072061362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaner and Bug helped Kathy with her yard sale that morning. Kathy gave Beaner a pair of shoes that she refuses to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrScVuzeI/AAAAAAAABY4/vhpFCxqHakc/s1600/bowling,+%26+puppies+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qrScVuzeI/AAAAAAAABY4/vhpFCxqHakc/s320/bowling,+%26+puppies+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474876630355594722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this shot, but my darn camera wouldn't work properly, so much for point and shoots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-4742198294655446764?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/YAGrGZE-jiE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4742198294655446764/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=4742198294655446764" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/4742198294655446764?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/4742198294655446764?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/YAGrGZE-jiE/bowling-princess.html" title="Bowling Princess" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_qqASosSnI/AAAAAAAABYI/7HEx15FdFPM/s72-c/bowling,+%26+puppies+012.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/05/bowling-princess.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEDRHkzfSp7ImA9WxFXEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-5359376412873663983</id><published>2010-05-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:41:15.785-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-19T08:41:15.785-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Big D" /><title>Pittsburgh</title><content type="html">It is official, Big D is leaving me. I don't know how I'm going to survive with him gone. The kids will have a week left in school, the most hectic week of our lives next to the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big D flies out to Pittsburgh for the first of a five week training. He was talking about when he gets to the airport there will be a dude holding a sign with his name to take him anywhere he wants to go. He gets to ride in a limo. Hopefully he isn't expecting the same treatment when he gets home, although that would be funny if we made up a sign for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, maybe I'll do that, shhh don't tell him. I know he won't find out from me because he never reads my blog, unless I write something bad about him because we're in a fight (that only happened once and I took it off my blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was all stoked about the limo because next month I get to go with him to Pittsburgh. I got giddy thinking I get to ride around in a limo. Then Big D burst my bubble when he told me we're renting a car when I go. I guess that makes more sense in the long run. A driver would get ticked at me for making him drive me around to all the church history sites while Big D was in his training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Big D that on the other weeks he's gone, the ones I don't get to go with him, I'm going to take off and leave town too. I'm going to visit my sisters, my cousin and her new baby, and my BFF from high school. Really anywhere I want to go, I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a crazy summer which means it's going to fly by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-5359376412873663983?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/STrfg53SxVI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5359376412873663983/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=5359376412873663983" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/5359376412873663983?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/5359376412873663983?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/STrfg53SxVI/pittsburgh.html" title="Pittsburgh" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/05/pittsburgh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADRnY9fyp7ImA9WxFXEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262448705807098941.post-1320217265117631295</id><published>2010-05-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:09:37.867-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-05-17T11:09:37.867-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kinnzi" /><title>Puppy Play</title><content type="html">The weather has been so nice we've taken the puppies outside to play, and they love it. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_Fw0lMCcCI/AAAAAAAABXo/usLNtrWqrOo/s1600/Puppy+play+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472279070869975074 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_Fw0lMCcCI/AAAAAAAABXo/usLNtrWqrOo/s320/Puppy+play+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is Charlie, he's a little spit fire, he takes after his daddy, Roxer. He loves to tackle his sister and chew on her ear. He tries to get her all worked up so she'll fight back, but... &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_Fwz4RxblI/AAAAAAAABXg/c0DwthNHu8A/s1600/Puppy+play+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472279058814430802 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_Fwz4RxblI/AAAAAAAABXg/c0DwthNHu8A/s320/Puppy+play+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Princess Rinnzi Kellen is a lover not a fighter. She is so laid back she lets Charlie naw on her tail while she sleeps. Don't get me wrong, if she's had too much she lets Charlie have it. &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_FwzQPWmOI/AAAAAAAABXY/nWYvYP4C0A4/s1600/Puppy+play+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472279048066865378 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_FwzQPWmOI/AAAAAAAABXY/nWYvYP4C0A4/s320/Puppy+play+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is Michelle, she is the proud owner of Charlie. She also was the owner of Kinnzi's daddy, Miles. Myles got hit by a car last year so I called Michelle to see if she wanted one of Myles's grand kids. She does, and she super excited to get to take Charlie home in about two to four weeks. She comes to visit Charlie on her lunch breaks. 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&lt;br /&gt;This is Charlie, he doesn't like his bum rubbed, but it's too cute not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262448705807098941-1320217265117631295?l=dtmccrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Mccrew/~4/POVgYug4qN0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=57e676bded7759e3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cc8ea660ae4c036f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1320217265117631295/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262448705807098941&amp;postID=1320217265117631295" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/1320217265117631295?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262448705807098941/posts/default/1320217265117631295?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Mccrew/~3/POVgYug4qN0/puppy-play.html" title="Puppy Play" /><author><name>Tiff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10526165456257741112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="23" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/SRm4SFG5ktI/AAAAAAAAATU/gkBNIyut9Ls/S220/Bear+Lake+Aug+2008+001.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SvkZky30u7c/S_Fw0lMCcCI/AAAAAAAABXo/usLNtrWqrOo/s72-c/Puppy+play+013.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dtmccrew.blogspot.com/2010/05/puppy-play.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

