<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788</id><updated>2012-02-02T01:32:47.396-05:00</updated><category term='Movin&apos; up a few decades...'/><title type='text'>Cara</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-4760627081562845245</id><published>2012-01-28T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:25:13.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes, I just have to laugh. If not, I am not sure how I would get through life most days :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This past Thursday evening, was one of those times... partly because I can't believe I am still in the single dating world!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was on what would technically be defined as a "date" with someone whom I would say I have an interest in. We attended an &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt; production at Georgetown University.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2munnt0Bkm0/TySo-zRbQMI/AAAAAAAACUM/OBm-9Qv3vGU/s1600/TourFinal-01+websize.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2munnt0Bkm0/TySo-zRbQMI/AAAAAAAACUM/OBm-9Qv3vGU/s320/TourFinal-01+websize.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's a music and dance production by children from Uganda (ages 10-18). They practice for months to come and share Uganda's and East Africa's vibrant culture with America. They are here for almost 2 months and many of them have never been on a plane, never seen the snow or the ocean, etc., so this opportunity is truly amazing for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On a side note: I read some of the brochure before the show started. Many of these children have lost both parents, and siblings to AIDS or other illness. They have overcome amazing obstacles. And, yet, they are filled with &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;HOPE, SMILES, and JOY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It made me really think about all the blessings I have in my life and how much I truly take for granted. I was touched by their stories and inspired and uplifted by their smiles and their zest for life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Below is one picture from their blog. You should check it out to see others... and they're still on tour for the next month so maybe they're coming to a town near you!&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://touroflight.blogspot.com/" style="color: red;"&gt;http://touroflight.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1p1-_0giZA/TySo_6q6knI/AAAAAAAACUU/dsmLrwSaKbg/s1600/Agape.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x1p1-_0giZA/TySo_6q6knI/AAAAAAAACUU/dsmLrwSaKbg/s1600/Agape.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On average they do two, maybe three shows a day. (school children during the day) They all have amazing voices, and both the girls and the guys are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;BUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Honestly. I was in awe of the way they move their bodies (and how quickly!) as well as how fast their hands beat those drums. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;OH -MY-WORD!! It was an amazing experience!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Back to my story. During the production, there was one male individual who kind of provided us with verbal entertainment and explanation about each dance before it began. He had a heavy Ugandan accent, but he was fun and interesting to listen to. He liked to joke around with the audience and I appreciated that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, before one song he started talking about how we should tell each other more often how much we love and appreciate them. His point was that in America we don't express our feelings enough to others. he had a valid point. But, he went on to tell the audience that everyone had to turn to their neighbor and while looking them in the eye, tell them that they &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; them! Ha, ha!!! My "date" and I were sitting next to each other, but nobody was on either side of us, so we couldn't even joke and say it to some stranger. And then the performer repeated it a few times in order to get his point across and make sure everyone was doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT WAS THE LONGEST 45 SECONDS OF MY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It felt like 5 minutes, but I know it wasn't that long. Everyone else was doing it to their friends or significant others... or there were kids sitting next to kids and they thought it was funny. But I just could not bring myself to do it... and I don't blame him for not doing it either. I just laughed and looked around to the other side of me because I couldn't even look at him while it was going on. UGH! Of course, I would have loved to have been at that "comfort" spot in our relationship where I could have said it - even jokingly - but yep - not there yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, ha, ha... just had to laugh and hope that at some point in my life, this can happen again and it won't be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;AWKWARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-4760627081562845245?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4760627081562845245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=4760627081562845245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4760627081562845245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4760627081562845245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2012/01/awkward.html' title='Awkward!!!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2munnt0Bkm0/TySo-zRbQMI/AAAAAAAACUM/OBm-9Qv3vGU/s72-c/TourFinal-01+websize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7604695183012494748</id><published>2012-01-16T19:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:16:52.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound Thoughts from Steve Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This post is a while in the making. A while ago I ran across a &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424053111903596904576520690515394766.html#ixzz1WBudNmQd" target="_blank"&gt;speech&lt;/a&gt; he gave at Stamford and I found his thoughts to have a profound effect on me. He puts is out there in such a down-to-earth, straight forward manner. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote 1: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;There have been a few times in my life when I have experienced some true disappointments in my life. Whether it be making a sports team, being accepted in to a program, or being offered a job... to mention a few. Each time, when I am in the moment of the disappointment, I often question HF and tell him... 'This is a good thing I wanted... why didn't I get it!!!" I am frustrated... mostly because I lack faith and let doubt enter my mind that HF is aware of me and what's best for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HOWEVER, looking back, in each instance I can remember this happening, something better has come along, or I have been able to see WHY that would not have been a good option for me. Just like for Steve Jobs. ... Wish I could have that insight and faith from the moment it actually happens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quote 2: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love this quote. Simply because this is what I have been struggling with for the past 6 months or so. I haven't found yet&amp;nbsp; what I love. OK - no that's wrong. I know WHAT my heart really wants to do, but that requires me being married. So, I've been on a search for what I could love in 2nd place. I've realized that elementary school counseling is not really my "LOVE". Yes, I can do it. Yes, I love some of the perks of being a teacher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT, my heart just isn't there to have the passion to really put for 100% every day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't regret going to get my MEd. I am glad I did what I did and where it has led me. I also feel like I learned many things I can apply to my life in general and the work I am doing now... but I also know that my current position is not my career goal. It's just a "layover" to my next destination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT, WHAT? Oh - I have so many ideas of things I think would be "fun", but am I really going to LOVE it?!! I am not getting any younger... and don't want to settle on getting more education to then get a job that I am waking up eventually saying, "Not another day!" I envy those that knew what they wanted to do from when they were in high school! That has not been the case for me. So, as Steve suggests... I am going to keep looking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quote 3: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yep - Definitely have felt that in my life at times. I think there's something to say for making the best of the situation you're in. And, there are certain things I don't have control over... but if I do... GOSH darn it! I need to have more courage to change it and NOT get stuck in a rut that I have been at times in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quote 4: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;"Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This means FAITH in my book. Faith and trust. That's what I am still working on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-7604695183012494748?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7604695183012494748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7604695183012494748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7604695183012494748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7604695183012494748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2012/01/profound-thoughts-from-steve-job.html' title='Profound Thoughts from Steve Job'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-1617051672719985214</id><published>2012-01-08T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T14:37:02.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I just have to laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This weekend, the parents of the kids I nanny for are out of town, so I've had them for the past 24 hours. A little bit more exhausting when I have them ALL day and they're not in school for at least part of it :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But, anyway. Last night as we sat down to our elegant dinner of pizza and frozen veggies heated in the microwave, the 6 year old girl looked at me and said, "Can I ask you a question." "Sure!", I responded.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"When are you going to get married?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ha, ha! I've been asked this by kids before, so I just smiled and said. "I don't know. I haven't met my future husband yet, or maybe I have, and I just don't know it! Do you have anyone in mind?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She looked at me very seriously and said all the guys she knew were too young for me to marry, but she did have some advice. She then proceeded to do a role play with me of how I should go up and approach random guys that I thought were cute... introduce myself to them... and then ask them if they'd like to go on a date with me. Ha!!! Only if it were that simple. We did this as she gave a few different scenarios of where I might be and meet new guys at the same time... grocery store, out running on the sidewalk, in a movie theater. It was quite funny, but she actually had a few good points for being 6 years old. I'll have to think more about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But, THEN! This morning about ten minutes before we had to leave to go to their Jewish Sunday School, she comes down and grabs this red stamp pad from where the art supplies are. Concerned as to where this was going, she said she was drawing in her room and wanted to stamp a few things. I didn't necessarily like the idea, but agreed knowing we were leaving in a few minutes and how much could go wrong in that time?!! So, I said OK. Two minutes before we needed to be in the car I asked the kids to come down and get their shoes on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This little girl comes running down the stairs exclaiming that she fell over something in her room and fell right on her eye! I looked at her and tried not to laugh. She had literally taken the red ink and smeared it in a very large circle all around one of her eyes. She started to give me this long story of how she keeps falling and she doesn't know why! Like I needed to take her to the doctor or something (because she had fallen while running in the yard the day before)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Does she think I can't put two and two together?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is this a plot to get out of going to Sunday School?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Slightly annoyed now because of the time, I didn't play along. I said as I grabbed her and walked her to the sink to start scrubbing her face:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"A: You're not crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;B. This red blotch on your face is in a very nice circular pattern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;C. You just took the stamp pad upstairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;D. You have Red ink on your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;E. And, voila! This is all washing off with soap and water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Get in the car. We're now late. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I don't even remember how she replied. I pretended to be annoyed and not happy that she made us all late, but on the inside I was cracking up and appreciated her creativity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-1617051672719985214?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1617051672719985214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=1617051672719985214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1617051672719985214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1617051672719985214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2012/01/sometimes-i-just-have-to-laugh.html' title='Sometimes I just have to laugh'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8412966061112449092</id><published>2012-01-07T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:10:50.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening to me?! Something must be VERY wrong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On Friday, I had a stressful day at work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I was tired and worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And, all I wanted to do was go home and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cook??!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought it would help relieve some of my stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, yes. That is how I spent my Friday evening. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's up with that?! I'm famous for not making anything except if it can be quickly done in the microwave. I've always detested cooking. I just never really had the patience for it (all that measuring, stirring, etc., and thought it was just too time consuming, especially for only one person eating it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But, since I've been in my new apartment, I've started to invite people over for dinner and I have embraced a little bit of cooking! I still don't make anything extravagant, but I have been impressed with a few of the things I have made!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, I found a few recipes I wanted to try and went to work. Usually I get most of my recipes online from allrecipes.com, but I found a new website seems to have more simplified ones. It's called sparkrecipies... and most of them are healthy too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The cooking was fun and did help relieve some of my stress!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, this first recipe I found a few months ago and love it, so I make it about once a month (or more!) I love cornbread in general, but &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Maryannes-Cornbread/Detail.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recipe uses biscuit baking mix so it's moist and just tastes yummy!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHzbTXt9cZM/TwjAOZv7-SI/AAAAAAAACT8/XqP2s37d3Uk/s1600/cornbread.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHzbTXt9cZM/TwjAOZv7-SI/AAAAAAAACT8/XqP2s37d3Uk/s1600/cornbread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then, I've been on a pumpkin kick recently and found a few other recipes I wanted to try in the near future, but I was curious about &lt;a href="http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=454777" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recipe and wanted to try it. It's a crustless (or self making crust)... and since I don't like regular pie crust anyway, I just had to try it! It worked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zHtMMouLAg/TwjAPhzLvYI/AAAAAAAACUE/hreQLFdBz-I/s1600/selfcrustpumpkinpie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1zHtMMouLAg/TwjAPhzLvYI/AAAAAAAACUE/hreQLFdBz-I/s320/selfcrustpumpkinpie.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then, I also used my crockpot and made &lt;a href="http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=21758" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recipe. Another spark recipe. I didn't take a picture, but I give it 4.5 stars and will definitely make it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gosh, I don't know whats happening to me, but my fridge is full! Everything was made pretty quick too... which I loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-8412966061112449092?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8412966061112449092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=8412966061112449092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8412966061112449092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8412966061112449092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-happening-to-me-something-must.html' title='What is happening to me?! Something must be VERY wrong!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AHzbTXt9cZM/TwjAOZv7-SI/AAAAAAAACT8/XqP2s37d3Uk/s72-c/cornbread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-3017284488204332942</id><published>2012-01-01T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T10:49:57.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holland's Blessing</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I wasn't able to be there for her blessing on Christmas day, but I just had to post pictures of this little cutie! She looks so small and tiny in her beautiful dress, but for 4 months she's grown A LOT! Evan and Madison said that she really hated wearing her dress and that she literally cried almost every moment until it was taken off. And, then she cried during the entire blessing as well, since she had the dress on! Hmmm... I wonder if this means she'll be like her aunt in the future and really not like dressing up and wearing dresses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoFcvW7GsSw/TwB_Xzur66I/AAAAAAAACTo/nYkLVDcw_Ys/s1600/HollandBlessingDress12%253A25%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoFcvW7GsSw/TwB_Xzur66I/AAAAAAAACTo/nYkLVDcw_Ys/s320/HollandBlessingDress12%253A25%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9EZ7hOV3fI/TwB_hfT2zlI/AAAAAAAACT0/uaH_q6QfT1g/s1600/HollandBlessing12%253A25%253A11familyBW.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9EZ7hOV3fI/TwB_hfT2zlI/AAAAAAAACT0/uaH_q6QfT1g/s320/HollandBlessing12%253A25%253A11familyBW.JPG" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;What a cute family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-3017284488204332942?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3017284488204332942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=3017284488204332942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3017284488204332942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3017284488204332942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2012/01/hollands-blessing.html' title='Holland&apos;s Blessing'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qoFcvW7GsSw/TwB_Xzur66I/AAAAAAAACTo/nYkLVDcw_Ys/s72-c/HollandBlessingDress12%253A25%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-2091021823382133388</id><published>2011-12-30T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T20:40:57.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt;! I love the &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;cheer&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;festivities&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;lights&lt;/span&gt;! I already posted my pictures of my Christmas tree, which I love. It's a simple tree, but the twinkling lights and simple ornaments make me smile every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A few places nearby have an exorbitant amount of lights and I LOVE IT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My first visit was to the &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Washington DC Temple&lt;/span&gt;. I don't even want to think about how many lights they have there, or how many people/how long it takes to string them... but they are breathtaking! The visitor center also has concerts every night in December and they are fabulous as well. It's a great missionary tool and I am sure the visitor center gets many interested individuals and family's inquiring about the church because of their experience here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEaMez4RqOQ/Tv5hOBYSM7I/AAAAAAAACRs/EtJb0KQbzIY/s1600/templevisitorctr12%253A18%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEaMez4RqOQ/Tv5hOBYSM7I/AAAAAAAACRs/EtJb0KQbzIY/s320/templevisitorctr12%253A18%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRtwaWn_lcU/Tv5hUWYmEsI/AAAAAAAACR0/23PysmvfT8k/s1600/templelights312%253A18%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRtwaWn_lcU/Tv5hUWYmEsI/AAAAAAAACR0/23PysmvfT8k/s320/templelights312%253A18%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaTuGlqSfcY/Tv5hamCgzII/AAAAAAAACR8/s77gvQuzYh8/s1600/templelights112%253A18%253A11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZaTuGlqSfcY/Tv5hamCgzII/AAAAAAAACR8/s77gvQuzYh8/s320/templelights112%253A18%253A11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One friend noted to me how the lights around the visitor center are bright and colorful, but as you get closer to the temple they turn to all white. Very fitting and I am sure it was done on purpose! But, I love just driving around the parking lot and taking it all in. It's beautiful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zxurTaEYrI/Tv5hg3BOcqI/AAAAAAAACSE/wdWMSJzVE64/s1600/templelights212%253A18%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9zxurTaEYrI/Tv5hg3BOcqI/AAAAAAAACSE/wdWMSJzVE64/s320/templelights212%253A18%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My next visit was to see the &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;National Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt; on the National Mall. This is my 3rd year in DC and my first visit to see the tree. I also learned that each state and territory has their own tree as well, so I had to come and take a look. It was the perfect evening! I found parking within one minute of looking on the National Mall and the temperature outside was only about 50 degrees! That's my kind of winter weather!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love this picture of the National Tree, with the state trees surrounding it and the White House lit up in the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7fSnkozrU8/Tv5hmUa-H7I/AAAAAAAACSM/Vz8no_U_fho/s1600/whtreenat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B7fSnkozrU8/Tv5hmUa-H7I/AAAAAAAACSM/Vz8no_U_fho/s320/whtreenat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;There's a National Menorah right next to the tree as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wsEu6nPeL4/Tv5hrwCjQbI/AAAAAAAACSU/gTd0kw6CLZc/s1600/menorahnat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_wsEu6nPeL4/Tv5hrwCjQbI/AAAAAAAACSU/gTd0kw6CLZc/s320/menorahnat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The White House.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's hard to see in the picture, but you can see the trees and lights inside when you look closely. So pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM6dCaAxj04/Tv5hxXpTJUI/AAAAAAAACSc/YYD3DvpPLfo/s1600/whnat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IM6dCaAxj04/Tv5hxXpTJUI/AAAAAAAACSc/YYD3DvpPLfo/s320/whnat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pennsylvania State Tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJLP8DvuIdk/Tv5h3fDiwEI/AAAAAAAACSk/KPlHziw1O2k/s1600/pastatetreenat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJLP8DvuIdk/Tv5h3fDiwEI/AAAAAAAACSk/KPlHziw1O2k/s320/pastatetreenat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then, around the National Tree they had a train exhibit. It reminded me of my childhood. We had a "train room" in my house in PA because my family was so into model trains! I went on many excursions with my family to see model train shows and I would be mesmerized&amp;nbsp; by all the detail in the displays. It's really amazing how they are crafted and built!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRIznZTQ-U8/Tv5h9_AL37I/AAAAAAAACSs/V8JRcqSE-z0/s1600/trains2nat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JRIznZTQ-U8/Tv5h9_AL37I/AAAAAAAACSs/V8JRcqSE-z0/s320/trains2nat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A train village!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tW_pahoKVv8/Tv5iEB9L_aI/AAAAAAAACS0/WYkGr7_AM5A/s1600/trainsnat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tW_pahoKVv8/Tv5iEB9L_aI/AAAAAAAACS0/WYkGr7_AM5A/s320/trainsnat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me in front of the National Tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntDhuL_ER-8/Tv5iJ0bYUfI/AAAAAAAACS8/NW_aJCmzz64/s1600/caranat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntDhuL_ER-8/Tv5iJ0bYUfI/AAAAAAAACS8/NW_aJCmzz64/s320/caranat%2527lxmasstree12%253A21%253A11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My final holiday visit (well, the final one I got pictures of... I went to walk around Old Towne but forgot my camera!) I went to the &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;National Harbor&lt;/span&gt; across the river. I had been there with my little buddy, Jeremiah, two seasons ago and at that point the village was just being built. But, oh my word... it's grown by leaps and bounds! Stores everywhere, conference centers, hotels.... it's huge now! But, I arrived just in time to walk around and see the sunset as well as their tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_ZWAEh4jHA/Tv5iQBbWejI/AAAAAAAACTE/pea7aObaKWE/s1600/sunset2nationalharbor12%253A23%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_ZWAEh4jHA/Tv5iQBbWejI/AAAAAAAACTE/pea7aObaKWE/s320/sunset2nationalharbor12%253A23%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-104HXLHdo9U/Tv5iWBOKgEI/AAAAAAAACTM/XwhTC4EO5Pc/s1600/sunset1nationalharbor12%253A23%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-104HXLHdo9U/Tv5iWBOKgEI/AAAAAAAACTM/XwhTC4EO5Pc/s320/sunset1nationalharbor12%253A23%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love the colors in this tree! It's hard to see, but there is a musical group performing so I wasn't able to get a picture in front of the tree. However, just opposite this tree was a HUGE PEEPS store. Never been in one before. Oh my word - more Marshmallow Peeps than I could EVER imagine! I like eating maybe one or two a year, but wow... they had more Peeps than I could ever imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8_Eztiyr-s/Tv5icfbvw5I/AAAAAAAACTU/RJcV8W8Q0b4/s1600/tree1nationalharbor12%253A23%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a8_Eztiyr-s/Tv5icfbvw5I/AAAAAAAACTU/RJcV8W8Q0b4/s320/tree1nationalharbor12%253A23%253A11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As the holiday season comes to a close, my heart is filled with gratitude for the blessing it is to take part in the holiday cheer, music, festivities, and lights. But, more than anything, the reminder that we are &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;celebrating the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt; And that &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;HE is the light, the truth and the way&lt;/span&gt;. It is through HIM that we can &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;find comfort and peace, direction and guidance&lt;/span&gt;, and that &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;if we seek HIM, we can feel HIS love in our lives all year long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-2091021823382133388?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2091021823382133388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=2091021823382133388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2091021823382133388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2091021823382133388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-holidays-i-love-music-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FEaMez4RqOQ/Tv5hOBYSM7I/AAAAAAAACRs/EtJb0KQbzIY/s72-c/templevisitorctr12%253A18%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-2500666033429468178</id><published>2011-12-26T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:43:54.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little reminders from the Lord in every day happenings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For me, Christmas this year was different from any other. Or, I should also say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;The Christmas Season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;In years past, I've been on top of gift buying and trying to think about the perfect gift for everyone in my family (&amp;amp; myself!). I usually help coordinate it for others in my family as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;But, this year was different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My mom's health has been on a slightly rapid decline since the middle to end of October. It's been difficult and heart-breaking on many different levels. So, this holiday season, my thoughts and energy have been mostly directed towards that and keeping my own life running as usual. I have found a lot of hope and strength in holiday music and thinking about Christ. I have made sure I took part in some of the joyous events of the season and embracing as much of the spirit of it as I could, while staying away from the commercial aspect as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But, that doesn't mean there were times of personal pity parties. I'll not deny that it is hard to be single during the holidays. It's also been hard for me this season to see my siblings and friends get together with in-laws or their own families and celebrate the holiday. I have fond memories of Christmas past when my family would gather at my grandparents and all my cousins/aunt/uncles would be together. It was so much fun! And, even though numbers have varied over the years, it has always been a time of gathering. For me, Christmas has always been about the people you spend it with... and the more, the merrier!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, this year, with my mom's health and her being unable to travel, I knew it would just be me and her for the holiday.... knowing she was so sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then, when she went in to the hospital last week and was then transferred to a hospital about 90 minutes north of our house, I knew that would mean for me waking up on Christmas in a hotel room and spending the day in the hospital. Sadly, I let myself wallow in this for a bit last week... until I was reminded to maybe think of someone else for a change?! Maybe my mom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Imagine that. Thinking of someone else for a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Did my mom really want to be in such poor health? Did she want to be the one in a hospital bed on Christmas when she is usually doing all the work to make Christmas special for her children? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;ABSOLUTELY NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; So, I worked on an attitude adjustment and tried to make Christmas nice for her. I brought some of our family traditions to her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was an enjoyable day. Would I rather have been with family, and not have my mom so sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; But, the Lord reminded me and helped me see that trials can give us strength and new perspective, that it's always better to focus on others, and that Christ is there to help support us when life gets hard. My mom made me laugh and smile yesterday, even though I know the challenges she is facing could bring her to tears at any moment. But, I learned in a new way that Christmas isn't just about the actual day and what you do on that day... it's more about how you live your life, how you treat others, and really just being a disciple of Christ as best you can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was also reminded how blessed I was to have always had the day off in order to celebrate the holiday with my family. In the hospital, every one of my mom's doctors came in to see her (even though it was a Sunday and Christmas) and there were many other staff there who were happy to be there helping patients, when their own family members were at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Later that night, I was reading "Little Women". (It's the book my book club is reading for January) and I just so happened to read this last night amidst my contemplating the gentle reminders the Lord had given me recently... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;(Mrs. March is sharing a story with her 4 girls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;"Once upon a time, there were four girls, who had enough to eat and drink and wear, a good many comforts and pleasures, kind friends and parents who loved them dearly, and yet they were not contented.... (They) were constantly saying, 'If only we had this,' or 'If we could only do that,' quite forgetting how much they already had, and how many things they could actually do. So they asked an old woman what spell they could use to make them happy, and she said, 'When you feel discontented, think over your blessings, and be grateful. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;Being sensible girls, they decided to try her advice, and soon were surprised to see how well off they were. ... So they agreed to stop complaining, to enjoy the blessings they already possessed, and try to deserve them, lest they should be taken away entirely, instead of increased, and I believe they were never disappointed or sorry that they took the old woman's advice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Coincidence in my reading that Christmas night? I think not. The Lord had another reminder for me and that is to focus on my blessings... because one day they might be "taken away entirely". I know I have been so blessed and there is no reason for me to have pity parties for myself. I am grateful to the Lord for this reminder, grateful for the things He continues to teach me, and grateful for the opportunity I have to study the life of Christ and try to follow in his footsteps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-2500666033429468178?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2500666033429468178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=2500666033429468178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2500666033429468178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2500666033429468178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/12/little-reminders-from-lord-in-every-day.html' title='Little reminders from the Lord in every day happenings'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-5220445541126320462</id><published>2011-12-21T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:22:18.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love this quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"True charity is love in action. The need for charity is everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down. It is resisting impulse to become offended easily. It is accepting weaknesses and shortcomings. It is accepting people as they truly are. It is looking beyond physical appearances to attributes that will not dim through time. It is resisting the impulse to categorize others... &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Life is perfect for none of us.&lt;/span&gt; Rather than being judgmental and critical of each other, may we have the pure love of Christ for our fellow travelers in this journey through life. May we recognize that each one is doing her best to de&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;al with the challenges which come her way, and may we strive to do &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; best to help out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;President Thomas S. Monson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-5220445541126320462?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5220445541126320462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=5220445541126320462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5220445541126320462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5220445541126320462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/12/charity-is.html' title='Charity is...'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-5098735366708528710</id><published>2011-12-11T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:55:48.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Aunt Cara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This weekend, or really just Sat &amp;amp; Sunday, my brother and sister in law took the opportunity to go to NYC, so I had the chance to watch Holland while they were gone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She is now just 3 months old and is the cutest! Her little chubby cheeks and the smiles she gives melt my heart! I tried to capture some of them in the camera while she was doing it, but as soon as the flash went off her eyes got so WIDE and she stopped smiling. I thought it was funny! She probably wondered why I was torturing her with this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YcVx08eKPU/TuVdAEuNQaI/AAAAAAAACRQ/-CWMk_0DWDQ/s1600/Holland1121111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YcVx08eKPU/TuVdAEuNQaI/AAAAAAAACRQ/-CWMk_0DWDQ/s320/Holland1121111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We fared well for the most part. I definitely could not swaddle her just like mom and dad do, or prepare her bottles so there wasn't any air getting in just like they do, but she was patient with me. She got lots of "oohh's and ahh's" when we went to Target together yesterday. And, today in church she continued to get lots of attention since she was one of two babies/toddlers there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;On our way home from church, we had an explosive diaper, so I took this picture while I was washing ALL of her clothes. Babies are messy! She loves the swing that she is in... even though she still doesn't smile when the flash goes off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33xaL0_Kqz0/TuVdGc7iMqI/AAAAAAAACRY/TR_PL6WWCdk/s1600/Holland2121111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33xaL0_Kqz0/TuVdGc7iMqI/AAAAAAAACRY/TR_PL6WWCdk/s320/Holland2121111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ha ha... love her wide eyes in this one too! It was a fun and slightly eventful 36 hours, but she survived :) I think she was happy to be reunited with mom and dad though... and have things return to normal once again. I am sure she wonders what her crazy aunt was thinking at some points over the past two days! Ha ha... if only she could talk :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij6Zbf8exvw/TuVdMABemmI/AAAAAAAACRg/UMKEcfStl9g/s1600/Holland3121111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ij6Zbf8exvw/TuVdMABemmI/AAAAAAAACRg/UMKEcfStl9g/s320/Holland3121111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-5098735366708528710?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5098735366708528710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=5098735366708528710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5098735366708528710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5098735366708528710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-with-aunt-cara.html' title='Time with Aunt Cara'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_YcVx08eKPU/TuVdAEuNQaI/AAAAAAAACRQ/-CWMk_0DWDQ/s72-c/Holland1121111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8752547634211842108</id><published>2011-12-03T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:37:58.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating... I'm no Martha, but I am proud to be Cara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This post will seem very silly to others, esp those who are creative/crafty... but it is a real struggle for me to decorate anything and to be creative in the approach as well! I really want to have my apartment feel like "home"... and to be cute as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Even though this looks (and is) very simple, I am very proud of what I was able to accomplish in my new apartment! It's no Martha Stewart, but I think it's cute, and that's all that matters :)&amp;nbsp; ...(and many thanks to my mom who let me raid the decorations in her basement!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yev4-pcRqbI/Ttr2VoM7zGI/AAAAAAAACRA/TBPSpGahjIk/s1600/Holiday+Table+12%253A2%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yev4-pcRqbI/Ttr2VoM7zGI/AAAAAAAACRA/TBPSpGahjIk/s320/Holiday+Table+12%253A2%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My dining room table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nzu7nkiIVE/Ttr2dEFs_JI/AAAAAAAACRI/d5rYzQp0mRk/s1600/Christmas+tree+12%253A2%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_Nzu7nkiIVE/Ttr2dEFs_JI/AAAAAAAACRI/d5rYzQp0mRk/s320/Christmas+tree+12%253A2%253A11.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My $20 Target 6" Christmas Tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For $20 I can't complain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And, decorations from the angel tree&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I won many, many years ago :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-8752547634211842108?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8752547634211842108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=8752547634211842108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8752547634211842108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8752547634211842108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-decorating-im-no-martha-but-i.html' title='Christmas Decorating... I&apos;m no Martha, but I am proud to be Cara!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yev4-pcRqbI/Ttr2VoM7zGI/AAAAAAAACRA/TBPSpGahjIk/s72-c/Holiday+Table+12%253A2%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-3353616966052423363</id><published>2011-11-29T21:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T22:21:39.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be of Good Comfort, Thy Faith Hath Made Thee Whole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately, I've really been struggling with faith and optimism when things aren't looking so great in my limited view of life (or, my life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I could never, ever, deny that the church, or the gospel of Jesus Christ is true. Never. I know it is. But, maintaining that peaceful gospel perspective and finding the JOY in today when illnesses, tragedy and unfulfilled righteous hopes/dreams are staring me in the face does not come easy to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This past Sunday a good friend suggested that I choose a scripture and memorize it as I study all about it during the week. I took that challenge and found 2. Almost have them memorized...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;1. Luke 8:48: "And he said unto her,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Daughter, be of good comfort: thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace.&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;That is the Savior talking to the woman he just healed. But, I love how he 1. Calls her Daughter; 2. Tells her to be of good comfort (what I seek most); 3. Tells her that her own faith healed her; 4. and to go in Peace (also something I desire). I want to have the faith that this woman does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;2. Doctrine &amp;amp; Covenants 98:1&amp;nbsp; "Verily I say unto you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;my friends, fear not, let your hearts be comforted; yea, rejoice evermore, and in everything give thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;". This is Joseph Smith writing to the Saints who are being sorely persecuted. Again, I love how 1. he calls them friends; 2. Tells them to fear not (something I wish I didn't have in my life either); 3. hearts be comforted (what I want!!) 4. to rejoice (have JOY... also what I want to have ALL the time in my life... to feel truly Joyful!) and 5. To Give Thanks (This is something I don't do nearly enough... even if I could just express gratitude for every negative thought.complaint would be a milestone for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's so easy to get down and forget all the GOOD things and all the blessings I do have in my life! Tonight I was around someone who was totally down on her luck in life and almost every comment that came from her was negative. I found it getting me down and wanted to change the subject. But, afterwards I thought about this. And, how much of a difference and optimistic attitude makes on your own life as well as those you surround. And, I challenged myself to be purely optimistic... esp when interacting with someone else. I think it will help my own faith and gospel perspective, as well as those around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;THEN, to top it off, I was browsing lds.org tonight and came across this video by Elder Nelson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lds.org/pages/mens-hearts-shall-fail-them?lang=eng" target="_blank"&gt;Men's Hearts Shall Fail Them&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What a profound message. No doubt, I would not have been as calm as he was. But, I want to get to that point and not be the screaming young woman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earlier this week I ran across this quote and found it also in this video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"If you have a faith, you can handle difficulties. Knowing that with an eternal perspective all will be well... Remember who you are and know your purpose... Don't demand things that are unreasonable, but demand of yourself improvement...Through the gospel of Jesus Christ, you can find strength in these tumultuous times."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had already printed out that quote to paste on my fridge so I can see it every day. And, now I have a very nice "mormon message" video to go with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Be of good comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Thy Faith Hath Made Thee Whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-3353616966052423363?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3353616966052423363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=3353616966052423363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3353616966052423363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3353616966052423363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/11/be-of-good-comfort-thy-faith-hath-made.html' title='Be of Good Comfort, Thy Faith Hath Made Thee Whole'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-639643667393229200</id><published>2011-11-26T22:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:48:21.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monticello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have always wanted to go to Monticello since moving to DC. However, it's about a 2.5 hour drive, so doing it on a Saturday when I am also trying to run errands, etc., just never sounds ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, I had some time this week and wanted to stay as far away from the stores on Friday as possible! The weather was ideal! So, off I went.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I actually got there in 2 hours :) It was busy, but I was able to get a ticket for the house tour about 45 minutes after I arrived. I didn't realize Monticello is located at the top of a "mountain" (large hill, really) and the views were incredible! Especially since the leaves on the trees were mostly gone. And, again, it was BEAUTIFUL out. I wished I had brought a book to read and a blanket!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But, back to the tour. It was very informative and well-done. I didn't know that Thomas Jefferson is considered one of the father's of modern architecture! He was very inventive with a lot of the things he did because he hated to waste time and space. The house was beautiful and I admire the way he ran it. He loved having all of his kids and grandkids there. He had a large garden. He loved books and emphasized education in his family. He also succeeded in doing a lot for our country as well. He must have been one busy man, but he was efficient!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVyLZ-vSfi0/TtGvWe31AII/AAAAAAAACQY/kuPp64zMh3M/s1600/Monticellohouse11%253A25%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVyLZ-vSfi0/TtGvWe31AII/AAAAAAAACQY/kuPp64zMh3M/s320/Monticellohouse11%253A25%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The front of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orbnuXJtk34/TtGvZ5ZF3bI/AAAAAAAACQg/3TFUZwMCpkU/s1600/Monticelloviewgardens11%253A25%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-orbnuXJtk34/TtGvZ5ZF3bI/AAAAAAAACQg/3TFUZwMCpkU/s320/Monticelloviewgardens11%253A25%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A picture of some of his gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cW9kIoasDLI/TtGvdvsbjAI/AAAAAAAACQo/OMqD04AB_7s/s1600/Monticelloback11%253A25%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cW9kIoasDLI/TtGvdvsbjAI/AAAAAAAACQo/OMqD04AB_7s/s320/Monticelloback11%253A25%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The back of the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2TwNDtLmOw/TtGvjBgylRI/AAAAAAAACQw/TO3pWAercL0/s1600/Monticelloview11%253A25%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O2TwNDtLmOw/TtGvjBgylRI/AAAAAAAACQw/TO3pWAercL0/s320/Monticelloview11%253A25%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A compass he built... or something,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but the views were awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wgedRt9Odw/TtGvozqd7CI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Fgo7TbkRr_c/s1600/Monticelloviewandcompass11%253A25%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5wgedRt9Odw/TtGvozqd7CI/AAAAAAAACQ4/Fgo7TbkRr_c/s320/Monticelloviewandcompass11%253A25%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I could have spent the whole day there. But, I also wanted to just drive around the countryside a bit and go for a walk along some of the trails. I also visited James Madison's house, but didn't get an official tour. And, then drove through the University of Virginia's campus! It's beautiful as well... and I found out on my tour that it was started by Thomas Jefferson! It's got quite a history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I am so glad I went. One more item checked off of my DC bucket list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-639643667393229200?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/639643667393229200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=639643667393229200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/639643667393229200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/639643667393229200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/11/monticello.html' title='Monticello'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rVyLZ-vSfi0/TtGvWe31AII/AAAAAAAACQY/kuPp64zMh3M/s72-c/Monticellohouse11%253A25%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-4977201014829258482</id><published>2011-11-16T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:37:06.762-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blessings"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;After a particularly rough and discouraging afternoon/evening, I came home and turned on my ipod to my "Sunday music selection" knowing that I needed to hear an uplifting message... and hopefully helping my mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wasn't disappointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Almost immediately, the following song came on. It caught me. (click title to watch video)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSVqHcdhXQ" target="_blank"&gt;"Blessings" by Laura Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We pray for blessings&lt;br /&gt;We pray for peace&lt;br /&gt;Comfort for family, protection while we sleep&lt;br /&gt;We pray for healing, for prosperity&lt;br /&gt;We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering&lt;br /&gt;All the while, You hear each spoken need&lt;br /&gt;Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Are what it takes to know You’re near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice to hear&lt;br /&gt;And we cry in anger when we cannot feel You near&lt;br /&gt;We doubt Your goodness, we doubt Your love&lt;br /&gt;As if every promise from Your Word is not enough&lt;br /&gt;All the while, You hear each desperate plea&lt;br /&gt;And long that we'd have faith to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Are what it takes to know You’re near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: yellow;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;And what if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When friends betray us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness seems to win&lt;br /&gt;We know that pain reminds this heart&lt;br /&gt;That this is not, this is not our home&lt;br /&gt;It's not our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;'Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;br /&gt;And what if a thousand sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Are what it takes to know You’re near&lt;br /&gt;What if my greatest disappointments&lt;br /&gt;Or the aching of this life&lt;br /&gt;Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy&lt;br /&gt;And what if trials of this life&lt;br /&gt;The rain, the storms, the hardest nights&lt;br /&gt;Are Your mercies in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I can just imagine Heavenly Father longing for me to revert back to my faith (that is so lacking right now) that there is a "larger picture" than what I can see right now, that He really does love us to "give us lesser things", and that the aching in this life will lead me to remember "a greater thirst this world can't satisfy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Patience and Faith when times get rough are the hardest for me. But, just the fact that I have songs with such a powerful reminder is a "mercy in disguise" for me. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-4977201014829258482?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4977201014829258482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=4977201014829258482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4977201014829258482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4977201014829258482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/11/after-particularly-rough-and.html' title='&quot;Blessings&quot;'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-9178133633722700012</id><published>2011-11-13T11:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:35:47.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Did I do that?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ok - I am not one to debate politics... and everyone has their issues with just about every candidate. But, that being said, I am not a huge fan of our current President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCoL8PKEXZk/Tr_sCyf_vpI/AAAAAAAACPI/nlyU86o4OK4/s1600/Erkel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCoL8PKEXZk/Tr_sCyf_vpI/AAAAAAAACPI/nlyU86o4OK4/s1600/Erkel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A friend posted this on facebook and I just got a hearty laugh from it! Having grown up watching &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;Family Matters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; religiously after &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;Full Hous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; on Friday nights, I thought this picture was hilarious. Whatever happened to Erkel?&amp;nbsp; I miss the T.G.I.F lineup. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: yellow;"&gt;Boy Meets World&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; was hilarious as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4572650240563781788-9178133633722700012?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/9178133633722700012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=9178133633722700012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/9178133633722700012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/9178133633722700012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/11/did-i-do-that.html' title='&quot;Did I do that?&quot;'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fCoL8PKEXZk/Tr_sCyf_vpI/AAAAAAAACPI/nlyU86o4OK4/s72-c/Erkel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-94223699676271332</id><published>2011-11-11T20:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:03:37.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live... "Like There's No Tomorrow"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Live... "Like There's No Tomorrow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Me064OgL6G4/Tr3KCdoRVeI/AAAAAAAACOg/zLJdyStZHeU/s1600/Skilikethere%2527s+no+tomorrow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Me064OgL6G4/Tr3KCdoRVeI/AAAAAAAACOg/zLJdyStZHeU/s320/Skilikethere%2527s+no+tomorrow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night I went to see this year's Warren Miler film. I got home way, way, way past my bedtime for a weeknight, but it was &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; worth it! Not only were the scenes and skiers/boarders in this film &lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/b&gt;, but the music and overall message were good too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw a couple of these films when I lived in UT and maybe one or two in Boston. This is their 62nd year making one and there's only one place in the entire tri-state area that shows it... on one night only....And, that cinema just happens to be less than 5 min from me! Had to take advantage and I went with a friend who has a similar passion (although he probably has the skills to back it up... whereas I don't!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, below are some pictures from the film. They had clips from resorts all around the world, including one from &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I totally want to go there! Also, in the brochure they give out, there is a full page picture of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Salt Lake Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; amongst advertisements of resorts in SL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, I took away more from this film than just excitement for fresh powder. The following are some of the things I learned... and felt related to my life, or life in general!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. I noticed how each skier spotlighted in this film had a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;PASSION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for what they did and life in general. They lived for the opportunity to be in nature and test their skills... to the extreme. But, each day was a new day. The past was behind them and they just looked forward to what was in front of them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. They &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;didn't sit around waiting for the perfect ski conditions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to get out there. They just made sure they were prepared for the elements and went for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. They &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;didn't say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Oh - tomorrow I'll ski. Or put off for a day what they could do today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;4 They &lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;relied on at least one other&lt;/b&gt; to go skiing with. They knew they couldn't go alone and they all supported and encouraged one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;5. They &lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;lived with NO REGRETS&lt;/b&gt; and took advantage of everything they could.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;6. They were &lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/b&gt;! They love what they do and could care less what anyone else thought of them. I thought it was so funny that many of the skiers knew in high school or college that they just &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;COULD NOT have a desk job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I wanted to stand up and clap when I heard that because that is ME! For a while now I've struggled with what to do with my life. I can't sit behind a desk all day... but extreme skiing is not really where I think I should go! But, it was so nice to hear someone verbalize that it's OK to not want to sit behind a desk all day in order to be a productive member of society and enjoy life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;7. One skier said: "&lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;I don't know if there is anywhere in the world better to be, than to be here right now.&lt;/b&gt;" Awesome! I wish I could say that more often than not... even if it's just here in VA or DC. Just enjoying where I am in the moment no matter where that is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Overall, I could relate each one of these points to my own life. &lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;Being HAPPY no matter what the circumstances are.&lt;/b&gt; Being content with where I am right now, but willing to push myself... even if just a little bit. Living with no regrets... no more "if" I had done this or that. Relying on others for help and support is OK... we're not meant to face this world and its challenges alone. Not procrastinating what I can accomplish today.... and finally - HAVE PASSION for all that I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIVE LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The key to life is living like there's no tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you're sitting on the couch you're obviously&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;not riding some powder,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;so maybe you should get off the couch and go ride!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What a great message. What a great movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now I just need some sleep :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxBvUfznexA/Tr3KElrrNtI/AAAAAAAACOo/sA_tWUv3jRQ/s1600/Skierarieallarger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxBvUfznexA/Tr3KElrrNtI/AAAAAAAACOo/sA_tWUv3jRQ/s320/Skierarieallarger.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQiv7CtEBcs/Tr3J3cNA6pI/AAAAAAAACOI/ncE0e1chSFU/s1600/skierariel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQiv7CtEBcs/Tr3J3cNA6pI/AAAAAAAACOI/ncE0e1chSFU/s1600/skierariel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34yJ7MFcKJU/Tr3J5YJ0uQI/AAAAAAAACOQ/-wV1s9y41A8/s1600/skiview2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-34yJ7MFcKJU/Tr3J5YJ0uQI/AAAAAAAACOQ/-wV1s9y41A8/s1600/skiview2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmzZkEp6I-s/Tr3J6srHRTI/AAAAAAAACOY/3IEbamFoBlE/s1600/skiview1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmzZkEp6I-s/Tr3J6srHRTI/AAAAAAAACOY/3IEbamFoBlE/s1600/skiview1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-94223699676271332?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/94223699676271332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=94223699676271332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/94223699676271332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/94223699676271332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='Live... &quot;Like There&apos;s No Tomorrow&quot;'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Me064OgL6G4/Tr3KCdoRVeI/AAAAAAAACOg/zLJdyStZHeU/s72-c/Skilikethere%2527s+no+tomorrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7481736071408990348</id><published>2011-11-07T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:32:17.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget-Me-Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was reminded of this &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2011/10/forget-me-not?lang=eng" style="color: yellow;" target="_blank"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; today at a time I needed the reminder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIZXMLf8-P0/TriQrsl37JI/AAAAAAAACOA/gY5V-K_6_t4/s1600/forget-me-not.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIZXMLf8-P0/TriQrsl37JI/AAAAAAAACOA/gY5V-K_6_t4/s320/forget-me-not.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Forget-Me-Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;1. Forget not the &lt;b style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of the gospel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The gospel of &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="no-link-style" href="http://jesuschrist.lds.org/" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Christ&lt;/a&gt; is not an obligation; it is a pathway, marked by our loving Father in Heaven, leading to happiness and peace in this life and glory and inexpressible fulfillment in the life to come. The gospel is a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; that penetrates mortality and illuminates the way before us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2. Forget not that the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Lord loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You are NOT forgotten by Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Just think of it: You are known and remembered by the most majestic, powerful, and glorious Being in the universe! You are loved by the King of infinite space and everlasting time!...&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;You are destined for more than you can possibly imagine."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;3. Forget not to be happy &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"There is nothing wrong with righteous yearnings—we hope and seek after things that are “virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy.” The problem comes when we put our happiness on hold as we wait for some future event—our golden ticket—to appear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The tragedy... is that... we fail to notice the blessings we have....The lesson here is that if we spend our days waiting for fabulous roses, we could miss the beauty and wonder of the tiny forget-me-nots that are all around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwcdtYb5X-I/TriQWaYHiDI/AAAAAAAACN4/Xp9pDktWHzU/s1600/Forgetmenot-Flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rwcdtYb5X-I/TriQWaYHiDI/AAAAAAAACN4/Xp9pDktWHzU/s1600/Forgetmenot-Flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The happiest people I know are not those who find their golden ticket; they are those who, while in pursuit of worthy goals, discover and treasure the beauty and sweetness of the everyday moments. They are the ones who, thread by daily thread, weave a tapestry of &lt;a class="no-link-style" href="http://lds.org/topic/gratitude/"&gt;gratitude&lt;/a&gt; and wonder throughout their lives. These are they who are truly happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just wish it was easier to always remember these truths, especially when doubt and trials abound! But, such a beautiful flower and such a beautiful message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-7481736071408990348?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7481736071408990348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7481736071408990348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7481736071408990348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7481736071408990348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/11/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget-Me-Not'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XIZXMLf8-P0/TriQrsl37JI/AAAAAAAACOA/gY5V-K_6_t4/s72-c/forget-me-not.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-5786958572628352128</id><published>2011-10-31T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:35:51.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me Betty. Betty Crocker, that is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Call me Betty. Or, Betty Crocker :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As many past roommates know, I don't cook... or cook very often. If it can't be done in the microwave, or boiled on the stove very quickly, it's just not for me to eat by my own efforts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, to celebrate my new couches, and that I finally have enough supplies in my kitchen &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;cook something, I thought I would invite people over for dinner on Sunday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This meant I had to spend time thinking about what to make, finding recipes, making a grocery list, buying the food, and then the actual cooking process! Oh my word - so much work! But, it was a success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And, I just had to celebrate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and post this for my posterity :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was introduced to "Dinner in a Pumpkin" last year by my home teacher, Kaleb. I thought it was the coolest Fall tradition ever, so I have adopted it as my own as well. That was on the menu. Then, just in case my attempts at this failed, I decided to make a pumpkin chili and cornbread! I also made a chocolate pudding pie. (not pictured, but I did take a picture of another dessert I made!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Because of time constraints, I made the chili on Saturday as well as the cornbread because I knew I could just reheat them before dinner the next day. It was the perfect cooking weather&amp;nbsp; (overcast, cold, rainy... the kind of weather where you dread going outside). So, I got in the mood by turning a DVR'd "Ellen" on in the background and faced the challenge in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Ellen made me laugh and not think about how much I don't enjoy cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gutting a pumpkin is not my most favorite thing to do, but I succeeded. I followed the directions to the "T", but the rice and cabbage never cooked in the end and the pumpkin bottom started to burn in the stove so I took it out on time. Now that I think about it, the same thing happened last year when the rice didn't cook. Maybe next year I'll remember and put in rice that's already been cooked!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The chili and the cornbread got good reviews (and I have to say I will def make both again!)... and people didn't say anything negative about the extra "crunch" when they ate the dinner in the pumpkin with the uncooked rice! (I had warned them ahead of time as well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But, the evening was a success and now I can rest my desire to cook for another couple of months... or maybe a year! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAvnve1-dBY/Tq88R7i6cPI/AAAAAAAACNg/KA_oMNv6g0I/s1600/Cornbread10%253A29%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAvnve1-dBY/Tq88R7i6cPI/AAAAAAAACNg/KA_oMNv6g0I/s320/Cornbread10%253A29%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cornbread... so yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1_4-S_DA8I/Tq88X9YDg5I/AAAAAAAACNo/CyuFlQOs6Jc/s1600/Dinnerinpumpkinandchili10%253A30%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1_4-S_DA8I/Tq88X9YDg5I/AAAAAAAACNo/CyuFlQOs6Jc/s320/Dinnerinpumpkinandchili10%253A30%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dinner in a pumpkin &amp;amp; pumpkin chili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkfEg1j63mg/Tq88fj6N4KI/AAAAAAAACNw/qzIblZS1UXg/s1600/MarshmallowChocolatecake10%253A29%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WkfEg1j63mg/Tq88fj6N4KI/AAAAAAAACNw/qzIblZS1UXg/s320/MarshmallowChocolatecake10%253A29%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is the yummy dessert I made (but not for the dinner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chocolate cake with marshmallows &amp;amp; cherry pie filling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Definitely will make again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-5786958572628352128?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5786958572628352128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=5786958572628352128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5786958572628352128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5786958572628352128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/10/call-me-betty-betty-crocker-that-is.html' title='Call me Betty. Betty Crocker, that is!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KAvnve1-dBY/Tq88R7i6cPI/AAAAAAAACNg/KA_oMNv6g0I/s72-c/Cornbread10%253A29%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8771119675845457280</id><published>2011-10-30T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T17:07:17.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official! I am finally an adult!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My brother declared it official yesterday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;It's only taken me 31 years and 2 months.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I am an adult! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And, are you wondering what makes it official? Well, I moved in to my own apartment 2 months ago. That wasn't part of my original plan, but became a necessity as events unfolded quite rapidly at the beginning of the summer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;As soon as I returned from being on Nantucket for a month and officially moved in, I quickly realized I was not prepared for this step in my life. I didn't own silverware, matching plates, a table or furniture, or anything that was required to cook anything besides pasta. I've always had roommates that already had everything so I never had the need to buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is a picture of what it did look like. Thanks to time in Boston, I had my free blue recliner that my mom and I dragged a few blocks home&amp;nbsp; after finding it on the sidewalk when we were out for a walk. The TV is on loan from my mom. The Italian end tables were purchases dating back from my days at the Kennedy School! This Fellow from Italy brought them over and quickly realized he would not be taking them back! (They are heavy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, needless to say, if I had anyone over, one of us would be sitting on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdh3IBbVMQM/Tq24NfenILI/AAAAAAAACNA/7N4JBJB36BA/s1600/Chairandtv10%253A29%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdh3IBbVMQM/Tq24NfenILI/AAAAAAAACNA/7N4JBJB36BA/s320/Chairandtv10%253A29%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, after moving in, I immediately went out and bought some of the essentials and over the past two months have been filling in the gaps. Two months ago I also went and purchased my first set of &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;REAL COUCHES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;They weren't used or hand-me-downs, and I got a GREAT price on them. The only thing is that they took two months to arrive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; And, yes, THIS is what my brother said made me an "OFFICIAL" adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBkbVy1wxRs/Tq24Tdq5JvI/AAAAAAAACNI/1XsXuH04l8k/s1600/NewCouches10%253A29%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yBkbVy1wxRs/Tq24Tdq5JvI/AAAAAAAACNI/1XsXuH04l8k/s320/NewCouches10%253A29%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My couches arrived this week!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And, I LOVE them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I was pretty picky on what I wanted. I knew I wanted a chair and a half with an ottoman, but they're not easy to find. I knew I also wanted another couch to match, but wasn't sure whether to go for a 2 or 3 seater. I must have sat on a hundred different ones, and dragged my mom to ten different stores until I found exactly what I wanted. And, was even able to get them for less than the already discounted price! They've got the right amount of "sinking in" when you sit on them and the pillow top for the arm rests.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The ottoman is still on back order... but I can't ask for too much at one time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway, they arrived this week and my apartment is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; coming together. I found a nice dining table on craig's list and ordered a runner/tablecloths for it as well. I updated the pictures in some of my frames and my brother came by to help me hang them yesterday. He was disappointed that my TV was still from the 90s, but that didn't seem to affect my "adult" status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yU6B_065pVE/Tq24hgaMHSI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Y0gOLtTEvKI/s1600/TVandbookcase10%253A29%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yU6B_065pVE/Tq24hgaMHSI/AAAAAAAACNQ/Y0gOLtTEvKI/s320/TVandbookcase10%253A29%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Still have the TV on loan, but at least I organized that area a little better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSl7oeXMmT0/Tq25frtwqkI/AAAAAAAACNY/7P74j5F8BI8/s1600/Newtable10%253A29%253A11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JSl7oeXMmT0/Tq25frtwqkI/AAAAAAAACNY/7P74j5F8BI8/s320/Newtable10%253A29%253A11.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I walked in today, and looked around, and my apartment finally started to feel like my real home!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Living on my own has been an adjustment. There are pluses and minuses to it, as with anything. However, one of the things I love the most is that everything is MINE. I can decorate how I want, put pictures of my family/friends, Jesus Christ and the temple, etc., wherever I want. AND, I am the only one making the messes and cleaning up after only my mess! I also love that I have my own garage parking space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, now that I am officially an adult, does that mean I have to act more responsible too? If so,&amp;nbsp; I will decline the adult status. I am not ready to take that step yet!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4572650240563781788-8771119675845457280?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8771119675845457280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=8771119675845457280' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8771119675845457280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8771119675845457280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-official-i-am-finally-adult.html' title='It&apos;s official! I am finally an adult!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdh3IBbVMQM/Tq24NfenILI/AAAAAAAACNA/7N4JBJB36BA/s72-c/Chairandtv10%253A29%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7379900389381924951</id><published>2011-10-02T13:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:19:06.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun times with the Huber Family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;General Conference weekend is always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hearing counsel and advice from our prophet and other church leaders helps me to re-focus myself, my priorities and where I spend my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend was extra special because Bekah and I got to spend part of it with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tami and her family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They recently moved to a town outside of DC and Baltimore. It was a very pretty drive out there and I was tempted to stop at one of the many fruit and produce farms I passed along the way... but it was raining... like it has been every day since the beginning of December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sad to say I had not seen Tami since BYU, never met her husband, and therefore, definitely had never met her beautiful girls - A. &amp;amp; K.! They are very entertaining! The little girl I nanny for is definitely not a "girly-girl" so it was fun to be around two very sweet girls who reminded me of when I was little... pick high-heeled dress up shoes, princess wands and dresses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpzDJiB0qBA/ToidFmph2vI/AAAAAAAACM8/uwaNdeLOK0o/s1600/Hubergirls10%253A01%253A11.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/-VpzDJiB0qBA/ToidFmph2vI/AAAAAAAACM8/uwaNdeLOK0o/s320/Hubergirls10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658945651390667506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bekah's taking a picture at the same time on her computer, and that was more attractive than my camera, so. K. was looking in the other direction! But the girls had put on pretty dresses for dinner and they looked awesome! Note: they each have a wand as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all watched the 2nd session of conference together and I was very impressed by how well her girls kept busy coloring some children's General Conference activity pages, while accurately recognizing some of the speakers when they came on the screen! They also seriously impressed me by their cleaning up and listening skills! I could have these girls give some kids I know some lessons in how to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a yummy, yummy dinner and then were entertained more by the girls! We tried taking pictures, but as you can see there were some "candid" moments! Some of the pictures were taken by the girls, and you never knew which direction the camera would be facing when the camera went "click!" Thank goodness for digital cameras and the ability to delete ones that didn't quite work out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqGobaqpK_M/Toic5sf-x2I/AAAAAAAACMs/AstZIadLMF0/s1600/Hubergirlsfunny10%253A01%253A11.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/-LqGobaqpK_M/Toic5sf-x2I/AAAAAAAACMs/AstZIadLMF0/s320/Hubergirlsfunny10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658945446802802530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bekah got a little cut off in this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqG_KLsm_P8/Toic5hRw1YI/AAAAAAAACM0/ZRK7IElSgwQ/s1600/AbbyHubersmile10%253A01%253A11.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/-fqG_KLsm_P8/Toic5hRw1YI/AAAAAAAACM0/ZRK7IElSgwQ/s320/AbbyHubersmile10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658945443790378370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0cu8F6iE7ow/Toicm1piPPI/AAAAAAAACMc/b0V-Jp9CH9Q/s1600/Becca%2526Hubergirlswithwands10%253A01%253A11.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/-0cu8F6iE7ow/Toicm1piPPI/AAAAAAAACMc/b0V-Jp9CH9Q/s320/Becca%2526Hubergirlswithwands10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658945122841279730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNDpcqVUHrY/ToicnKQ5nzI/AAAAAAAACMk/8nF3P9fNM1Y/s1600/Beccafunny10%253A01%253A11.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/-mNDpcqVUHrY/ToicnKQ5nzI/AAAAAAAACMk/8nF3P9fNM1Y/s320/Beccafunny10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658945128375099186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my favorites of Bekah.&lt;br /&gt;A. was taking the picture at the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSIvO4XRyL8/ToicPFUj2ZI/AAAAAAAACMM/uca1-1y7x2o/s1600/Cara%252CBecca%252CTami%252CKaiyahalfshot10%253A01%253A11.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/-VSIvO4XRyL8/ToicPFUj2ZI/AAAAAAAACMM/uca1-1y7x2o/s320/Cara%252CBecca%252CTami%252CKaiyahalfshot10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658944714731411858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A. taking our picture again.&lt;br /&gt;My head got slightly chopped off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bOZ8m5cupmw/ToicPX2hpyI/AAAAAAAACMU/hfdLl55VVSQ/s1600/Becca%252CTami10%253A01%253A11.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/-bOZ8m5cupmw/ToicPX2hpyI/AAAAAAAACMU/hfdLl55VVSQ/s320/Becca%252CTami10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658944719705712418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tami and Bekah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ysfEhpDhqUs/Toib8XGRVcI/AAAAAAAACL8/z6yK96bSTiE/s1600/Cara%252CTami%252CBecca10%253A01%253A11.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/-ysfEhpDhqUs/Toib8XGRVcI/AAAAAAAACL8/z6yK96bSTiE/s320/Cara%252CTami%252CBecca10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658944393085801922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A. taking our picture. This one worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIlaSudajdE/Toib8QNGryI/AAAAAAAACME/bx7nK-CwlFc/s1600/Cara%252CBecca%252CTami%252CKaiya10%253A01%253A11.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/-IIlaSudajdE/Toib8QNGryI/AAAAAAAACME/bx7nK-CwlFc/s320/Cara%252CBecca%252CTami%252CKaiya10%253A01%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658944391235415842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was such a fun time! I am so glad they moved closer to us and that we'll get to see each other more often! Oh - and we didn't get to play cornhole because it was raining. I don't even know what that game is, but I'm excited to learn! We did have yummy homemade ice cream and apple pie though :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-7379900389381924951?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7379900389381924951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7379900389381924951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7379900389381924951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7379900389381924951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/10/fun-times-with-huber-family.html' title='Fun times with the Huber Family!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VpzDJiB0qBA/ToidFmph2vI/AAAAAAAACM8/uwaNdeLOK0o/s72-c/Hubergirls10%253A01%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-4172842840053449453</id><published>2011-09-26T05:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:44:00.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Holland Fitzpatrick Sept 8, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kv0JDDPdM8Q/Tn-iVB0c4BI/AAAAAAAACLs/Us37P0N2O7c/s1600/Hollandswaddled090811.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/-kv0JDDPdM8Q/Tn-iVB0c4BI/AAAAAAAACLs/Us37P0N2O7c/s320/Hollandswaddled090811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656418139150016530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish I could claim her as my own,&lt;br /&gt;but at least I can claim her as my BEAUTIFUL niece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m36Mck16wos/Tn-iVTOqfPI/AAAAAAAACL0/lwcv28XhR2A/s1600/Hollandnaked0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m36Mck16wos/Tn-iVTOqfPI/AAAAAAAACL0/lwcv28XhR2A/s320/Hollandnaked0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656418143823363314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So tiny, so precious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bekOq-Hctcc/Tn-h6ho_SyI/AAAAAAAACLc/TBUBqf7zsWo/s1600/Holland%252C%2Basleep%2Bwith%2Bbow%2B0911.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/-bekOq-Hctcc/Tn-h6ho_SyI/AAAAAAAACLc/TBUBqf7zsWo/s320/Holland%252C%2Basleep%2Bwith%2Bbow%2B0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656417683835407138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ThTkyhEw50/Tn-h6Vq7wwI/AAAAAAAACLU/Z2YirJXgs-o/s1600/Hollandawakeeyes0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ThTkyhEw50/Tn-h6Vq7wwI/AAAAAAAACLU/Z2YirJXgs-o/s320/Hollandawakeeyes0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656417680622338818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Having recently left the presence of Heavenly Father&lt;br /&gt;and Jesus Christ, she must be now wondering what&lt;br /&gt;is now happening to her in this earth life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U9fBfmHbk6g/Tn-h6v5PUDI/AAAAAAAACLk/jH2A6pXpav4/s1600/Hollandyawning0911.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/-U9fBfmHbk6g/Tn-h6v5PUDI/AAAAAAAACLk/jH2A6pXpav4/s320/Hollandyawning0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656417687661662258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, getting a little tired thinking about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDtunhNpLpg/Tn-hvB3A-oI/AAAAAAAACLE/VHTeVhBnYlQ/s1600/Holland09%253A08%253A11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDtunhNpLpg/Tn-hvB3A-oI/AAAAAAAACLE/VHTeVhBnYlQ/s320/Holland09%253A08%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656417486325742210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgAXquIF55I/Tn-hvbODElI/AAAAAAAACLM/l1QxOuvaCy8/s1600/Familyportrait090811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgAXquIF55I/Tn-hvbODElI/AAAAAAAACLM/l1QxOuvaCy8/s320/Familyportrait090811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656417493133234770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The proud parents THE NIGHT she was born!&lt;br /&gt;They don't look tired at all!&lt;br /&gt;That is yet to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIaYJmX9nhQ/Tn-hZ3vIoxI/AAAAAAAACK0/BTGvjh6MwKc/s1600/Evan%252CMadison%252CHolland9%253A8%253A11.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/-vIaYJmX9nhQ/Tn-hZ3vIoxI/AAAAAAAACK0/BTGvjh6MwKc/s320/Evan%252CMadison%252CHolland9%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656417122831082258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another family portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CKZo60F8rg/Tn-haJUQUII/AAAAAAAACK8/eACplCGTg-8/s1600/cara%252CHolland091011.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/-6CKZo60F8rg/Tn-haJUQUII/AAAAAAAACK8/eACplCGTg-8/s320/cara%252CHolland091011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656417127550177410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One proud aunt holding her at 3 days old.&lt;br /&gt;More pictures to come!&lt;br /&gt;But, I am so happy they're so close by for the next few months!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-4172842840053449453?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4172842840053449453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=4172842840053449453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4172842840053449453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4172842840053449453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-holland-fitzpatrick-sept-8-2011.html' title='Welcome Holland Fitzpatrick Sept 8, 2011'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kv0JDDPdM8Q/Tn-iVB0c4BI/AAAAAAAACLs/Us37P0N2O7c/s72-c/Hollandswaddled090811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8966001056227566319</id><published>2011-09-25T14:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:11:51.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One last adventure... Great Point Light House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the things to do on the kids "Bucket List" for the summer was to go out to the Great Point Light House which is at the very tip of the island. This is a little bit of an undertaking because you need a special beach permit in order to drive out on the sand, and it takes about an hour to get there because you can only drive about 15 mph on the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it just so happens that this is where Amanda worked all summer and invited us to come out to "volunteer" for a morning! We were able to follow her out (and avoid paying the $150 beach permit fee!), get a personalized tour inside the lighthouse (which isn't usually open) and then help to pick up trash along the beach. It was a beautiful day and a very cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never driven on sand before. Did you know that you have to deflate your tires to about 13 psi's instead of the usual 32 or 33?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTQ8wlHuKRw/Tn5R5-BcoJI/AAAAAAAACKk/07YXnZ6Y_00/s1600/Jeeponsand083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTQ8wlHuKRw/Tn5R5-BcoJI/AAAAAAAACKk/07YXnZ6Y_00/s320/Jeeponsand083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656048238367383698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's our lovely Jeep who did well on the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v77aP5gJIQI/Tn5R6O5jVvI/AAAAAAAACKs/jCf6bKhKhIE/s1600/SwanGreatPt083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v77aP5gJIQI/Tn5R6O5jVvI/AAAAAAAACKs/jCf6bKhKhIE/s320/SwanGreatPt083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656048242897671922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We also passed some beautiful ponds along our&lt;br /&gt;drive and saw some ducks and geese which the&lt;br /&gt;kids told me I had to take a picture of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, the first thing&lt;br /&gt;we did was climb up the lighthouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neamv6pd3f4/Tn5RHdNKrfI/AAAAAAAACKU/HRT9eVLA00s/s1600/Ava%252CJed%252CAmandaGP083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-neamv6pd3f4/Tn5RHdNKrfI/AAAAAAAACKU/HRT9eVLA00s/s320/Ava%252CJed%252CAmandaGP083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656047370564709874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanda &amp;amp; the twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aQf5FlMb2w/Tn5RHLo-f_I/AAAAAAAACKM/viZBrAnTX3M/s1600/AvaGP083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1aQf5FlMb2w/Tn5RHLo-f_I/AAAAAAAACKM/viZBrAnTX3M/s320/AvaGP083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656047365849513970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Not something she does for cameras very often :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFQF7kDGco0/Tn5RHgCGf0I/AAAAAAAACKc/WXXPl0chHq0/s1600/MaxGP083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFQF7kDGco0/Tn5RHgCGf0I/AAAAAAAACKc/WXXPl0chHq0/s320/MaxGP083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656047371323604802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyVJYjyF5Rw/Tn5QsFeMECI/AAAAAAAACJ8/DEi3AWSr8zU/s1600/CarsonsandfromGP083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyVJYjyF5Rw/Tn5QsFeMECI/AAAAAAAACJ8/DEi3AWSr8zU/s320/CarsonsandfromGP083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046900337184802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxBJwNi0FG8/Tn5QsTBTT2I/AAAAAAAACKE/r4_gYjJBERU/s1600/ShacksGP083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxBJwNi0FG8/Tn5QsTBTT2I/AAAAAAAACKE/r4_gYjJBERU/s320/ShacksGP083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046903974121314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OK - So, these are shacks without&lt;br /&gt;electricity, water, etc. But, people come&lt;br /&gt;and stay in them for glorified camping.&lt;br /&gt;Ummm... no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I'll drive out to the tip instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the light inside!&lt;br /&gt;Nice and Big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IDkVvmRru6s/Tn5Qh5BnQxI/AAAAAAAACJo/tCi0gwlorTk/s1600/GPlight083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IDkVvmRru6s/Tn5Qh5BnQxI/AAAAAAAACJo/tCi0gwlorTk/s320/GPlight083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046725197415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After we climbed down all the steps,&lt;br /&gt;we got ready to gather some trash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-657O918z_ac/Tn5QiI6tyUI/AAAAAAAACJw/lN7SenSkm4s/s1600/A%252CJ%252CMtrash083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-657O918z_ac/Tn5QiI6tyUI/AAAAAAAACJw/lN7SenSkm4s/s320/A%252CJ%252CMtrash083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046729463449922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmesBOK3yAs/Tn5QLqd9sqI/AAAAAAAACJY/tuIFaywPdKU/s1600/Jedtrashman083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmesBOK3yAs/Tn5QLqd9sqI/AAAAAAAACJY/tuIFaywPdKU/s320/Jedtrashman083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046343332672162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sadly, it was INCREDIBLE the amount of&lt;br /&gt;trash we were able to gather in only a short&lt;br /&gt;distance. I think in total... over 100 pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e04X1-CTX_A/Tn5QL1DsUVI/AAAAAAAACJg/9wBH9rlZXFY/s1600/A%252CJ%252CM%252CAmandatrash083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e04X1-CTX_A/Tn5QL1DsUVI/AAAAAAAACJg/9wBH9rlZXFY/s320/A%252CJ%252CM%252CAmandatrash083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046346175271250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the very cool things about Great Point is that this is where a lot of the seals are located. This one got very close to us, and I have to admit, I even stopped to watch it for like 10 minutes! It would surface... have a staring contest with us and then dive back under and pop up a minute later in a different location. The kids had fun trying to figure out where it would pop out next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RweNNZAnrM/Tn5P6ZAMHPI/AAAAAAAACJA/CMpxv1hP0Hw/s1600/Maxseal1083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_RweNNZAnrM/Tn5P6ZAMHPI/AAAAAAAACJA/CMpxv1hP0Hw/s320/Maxseal1083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046046586608882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e8bdCJXwzPw/Tn5P6Ff4dxI/AAAAAAAACI4/gDSvhQR1sd4/s1600/A%252CJ%252CMtrash083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBtVUrbApVg/Tn5P6ruO0LI/AAAAAAAACJI/eRx_fCDbrIw/s1600/Maxseal2083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nBtVUrbApVg/Tn5P6ruO0LI/AAAAAAAACJI/eRx_fCDbrIw/s320/Maxseal2083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656046051611562162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzQys3QibKI/Tn5Pp_XGbzI/AAAAAAAACIo/UAxrLjYfBPo/s1600/Seal2083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AzQys3QibKI/Tn5Pp_XGbzI/AAAAAAAACIo/UAxrLjYfBPo/s320/Seal2083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656045764825476914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FThvdNDIqc/Tn5PpqXUVCI/AAAAAAAACIg/T4Hy3jrY89M/s1600/Seal1083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FThvdNDIqc/Tn5PpqXUVCI/AAAAAAAACIg/T4Hy3jrY89M/s320/Seal1083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656045759189242914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, finally, me. At the very tip of the island! Or... as far as humans could go. They did have the last few yards blocked off to preserve the area for the seals and the birds... pipping clovers, I believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygI8QgYcZ0E/Tn5Pp04zmVI/AAAAAAAACIw/j_M1BeQZkvE/s1600/CaraGP083011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygI8QgYcZ0E/Tn5Pp04zmVI/AAAAAAAACIw/j_M1BeQZkvE/s320/CaraGP083011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656045762014058834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was such a fun morning!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Amanda for letting us come out with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day we left Nantucket... It was a very, very fun summer. Nantucket is absolutely beautiful and I am glad I got to experience a summer on the island! I met some amazing people, enjoyed being a member of the small LDS contingent, and look forward to a future visit in a few weeks when I fly back to pick up their mini and drive it back to DC... with a few stops along the way, like Boston and my dad's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-8966001056227566319?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8966001056227566319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=8966001056227566319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8966001056227566319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8966001056227566319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-last-adventure-great-point-light.html' title='One last adventure... Great Point Light House'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FTQ8wlHuKRw/Tn5R5-BcoJI/AAAAAAAACKk/07YXnZ6Y_00/s72-c/Jeeponsand083011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7653307308863381775</id><published>2011-09-24T16:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T17:34:17.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please touch! Ummm... No thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since the kids didn't have any camp options as the summer wound down, I  was the camp director. Luckily, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Mitchell Association still  had some things going on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Mitchell Association, for lack of  better words, is the science and preservation organization on the  island. They have a small aquarium, two observatories, a natural history  museum, etc. The kids did a few of their camps during the summer and  LOVED it. They would go digging in the beach or the marshes to find  creatures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took them to the aquarium and on one adventure  where they sorted through some ocean creatures that were found. This is  NOT my forte. Quite gross, I think. But, glad there are other people  who enjoy this type of thing. And, the kids I nanny for LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQCu5w6sMeU/Tn5LbC2vezI/AAAAAAAACIQ/ZOdZD1HUkag/s1600/AvaJedMMaq082311.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/-jQCu5w6sMeU/Tn5LbC2vezI/AAAAAAAACIQ/ZOdZD1HUkag/s320/AvaJedMMaq082311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656041110018947890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the aquarium... digging in the tank&lt;br /&gt;I didn't put my hands anywhere near it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our next adventure. The two people below worked for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt; and went out to collect whatever was in the water in to their net. Then, they brought it back and all the kids could sort it! Again, my hands stayed on the camera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6-paJHjrO0/Tn5LbV-JqYI/AAAAAAAACIY/goMhpoNJnAY/s1600/MMnetgathering082511.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/-q6-paJHjrO0/Tn5LbV-JqYI/AAAAAAAACIY/goMhpoNJnAY/s320/MMnetgathering082511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656041115150297474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dlor-YjFcAo/Tn5Jn57pDPI/AAAAAAAACIA/lXhoWvs1wIY/s1600/AvaspiderMM082311.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/-Dlor-YjFcAo/Tn5Jn57pDPI/AAAAAAAACIA/lXhoWvs1wIY/s320/AvaspiderMM082311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656039131938622706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... a crab and oyster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nj2i1MIb2aU/Tn5Jnh0unyI/AAAAAAAACH4/Js9PkqSa3oY/s1600/JedMMdiggininbucket082511.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/-nj2i1MIb2aU/Tn5Jnh0unyI/AAAAAAAACH4/Js9PkqSa3oY/s320/JedMMdiggininbucket082511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656039125467176738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't remember what that was,&lt;br /&gt;but he's so happy he found it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHSGgxLSwpw/Tn5JoI4aYbI/AAAAAAAACII/UVdK9ZiB0AI/s1600/CrabMM082311.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/-JHSGgxLSwpw/Tn5JoI4aYbI/AAAAAAAACII/UVdK9ZiB0AI/s320/CrabMM082311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656039135951610290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another crab.&lt;br /&gt;How can they pick it up?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins really learned a lot at the camps for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MMA&lt;/span&gt; and new the actual names of so many of the different types or sand and water creatures. I was so impressed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-7653307308863381775?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7653307308863381775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7653307308863381775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7653307308863381775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7653307308863381775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/09/since-kids-didnt-have-any-camp-options.html' title='Please touch! Ummm... No thanks!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQCu5w6sMeU/Tn5LbC2vezI/AAAAAAAACIQ/ZOdZD1HUkag/s72-c/AvaJedMMaq082311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-6605411981309583186</id><published>2011-09-23T15:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T16:50:13.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prep for the Hurricane... that never came</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Growing up I lived through Hurricane Bob one summer while I was in RI. I wish we had digital cameras back then because my dad took the coolest picture of me after I had just run out to my front yard and stood there in the wind. My crazy, frizzy hair was completely blown at a 90 degree angle and I was tilting to one side because of the strong forces of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was kind of excited to hear that another Hurricane was coming our way. I wasn't as excited knowing that I was on an island this time, but we lived mid-land and I felt pretty safe. All week long I had seen people taking their boats out of the water, the basics at the one grocery store were completely gone, and it was the talk of the town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some areas of the eastern seaboard got slammed with the hurricane. But, we got clouds on Saturday and then a very strong wind and sun on Sunday! No rain even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JI1jW8FgsvQ/Tn49GHHzBiI/AAAAAAAACHw/hvv4K4PfI5A/s1600/BoardingUp8272011.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/-JI1jW8FgsvQ/Tn49GHHzBiI/AAAAAAAACHw/hvv4K4PfI5A/s320/BoardingUp8272011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656025357224183330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;People went to lots of work though preparing their house. I guess you can never be too prepared, although I thought this was a bit over the top considering we were never on the "direct hit" line of the hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday evening I went to go look at the beaches and the waves. I couldn't see very far because of the clouds, but the surf was rough! It was pretty to watch and it made me think about the power of Heavenly Father controlling the elements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUZ3Q1VpBNE/Tn45xU3BihI/AAAAAAAACHg/Om6UTmzGFsk/s1600/Ocean2082711.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/-uUZ3Q1VpBNE/Tn45xU3BihI/AAAAAAAACHg/Om6UTmzGFsk/s320/Ocean2082711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656021701599791634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9yan5_Uwl0/Tn45w-HmpWI/AAAAAAAACHY/QvMDhja09XQ/s1600/Ocean1082711.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/-X9yan5_Uwl0/Tn45w-HmpWI/AAAAAAAACHY/QvMDhja09XQ/s320/Ocean1082711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656021695495316834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-StdWOIVMq_w/Tn45xrIHd-I/AAAAAAAACHo/4l7Iq26J6H0/s1600/Ocean3082711.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/-StdWOIVMq_w/Tn45xrIHd-I/AAAAAAAACHo/4l7Iq26J6H0/s320/Ocean3082711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656021707577063394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On my drive back to the house, I had to stop and take a picture. I had passed this many times before all summer long and it always made me laugh! This house had these tin statues in front of their yard. They were very bright and very unique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ywvQriy3znY/Tn45S4ok8vI/AAAAAAAACHI/sI4wPyjlm_U/s1600/Robots082711.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/-ywvQriy3znY/Tn45S4ok8vI/AAAAAAAACHI/sI4wPyjlm_U/s320/Robots082711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656021178626929394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, this one always made me laugh. It's some kind of "person" but it's offering advice for 5 cents! Ha! I just thought that was really quite creative! I asked it a question about what I should do with my life/career, but since I didn't have any change on me it didn't answer. Advice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; come free these days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xNZYsPpV5MA/Tn45Tm1LQbI/AAAAAAAACHQ/YahdIMev670/s1600/Advice082711.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/-xNZYsPpV5MA/Tn45Tm1LQbI/AAAAAAAACHQ/YahdIMev670/s320/Advice082711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656021191027802546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-6605411981309583186?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6605411981309583186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=6605411981309583186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/6605411981309583186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/6605411981309583186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/09/prep-for-hurricane-that-never-came.html' title='Prep for the Hurricane... that never came'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JI1jW8FgsvQ/Tn49GHHzBiI/AAAAAAAACHw/hvv4K4PfI5A/s72-c/BoardingUp8272011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-216625987199408</id><published>2011-08-27T22:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:59:47.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why? I HAVE NO IDEA... but I do have FAITH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taking a little intermission from my Nantucket posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back in DC and it's been busy getting kids started with school again while unpacking, and getting my life back together as well! (I bought my first piece of furniture this past week... others soon to come!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also been a time of reflection for me in thinking about where I am and where I am going. And, I've come to the conclusion that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I HAVE NO IDEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, that did scare me initially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After graduating high school and in college I had my five and ten year plans. Well, I'll just say that it's nothing at all what my life is actually like right now. Even my plan after graduating with my masters degree is completely different than what I am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made me stop and think - WHY? Why did I even go to grad school if I was only going to work as a school counselor for 2.5 years? That was a lot of torture, money and agony to put myself through for just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I've asked WHY for many other questions as well. I'm not saying I have found the answers to those WHY questions, but I can start to see how one event led me to the next. And, that I can't even imagine I would be where I am right now if I hadn't taken those small, and sometimes very hard, steps along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424053111903596904576520690515394766.html#ixzz1WBudNmQd"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article by Steve Jobs. His words gave me comfort as I walk a little blindly right now... and question - WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve: "I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I imagine he asked himself this question many times after this happened... WHY?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve continues: "It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. &lt;/span&gt;And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work&lt;/span&gt;. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't settle.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that statement. I have had jobs at times that I DID NOT love. And, I guess I am still in the process of figuring out exactly what I do LOVE and what I believe is great work. I have faith and hope that I'll find it... but a long the way I guess I am just going to have to ask WHY and reason that I just don't know! And, that is OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve also adds: "When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That is a good motto to live by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Steve explains it best by saying: "Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe this is faith. Faith that the Lord knows who I am. Faith that he hears and answers my prayers. Faith that he loves me, is aware of me, and will help me as  make decisions about my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-216625987199408?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/216625987199408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=216625987199408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/216625987199408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/216625987199408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-i-have-no-idea-but-i-do-have-faith.html' title='Why? I HAVE NO IDEA... but I do have FAITH'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8813900523850150981</id><published>2011-08-27T20:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:43:47.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I never thought I would see on this island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nantucket is B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pretty flowers, beaches, houses, pools, yacht clubs, stores, landscape, etc.. You name it, it's beautiful! Everything is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridiculously&lt;/span&gt; expensive because they know that the majority of the people on the island can afford those prices, or work for those that can... like me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was shocked that the island was going to have its annual demolition derby! This was a tradition... WHAT?! The island has a different side to it than I have ever seen! So, I had to check it out. I got made fun of a little by some of those I talked to before I went (as I was leaving a tennis tournament at a club in order to go). They were just joking around, but I knew it wasn't their scene. I consider myself someone who can kind of mix well with all people, so I hoped I didn't stick out like a sore thumb there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I went. I just wanted to take pictures of everything. I think I've been to one before, but it was when I was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; and I don't really remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IoQO9HBH8s/TlmVN5bZgmI/AAAAAAAACGw/szagTmtP0ts/s1600/dderbytrashyard082011.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/-_IoQO9HBH8s/TlmVN5bZgmI/AAAAAAAACGw/szagTmtP0ts/s320/dderbytrashyard082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645707673872204386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I went the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day. So, maybe some cars had already been removed, but there were still a ton on the lot. People were fixing things and trying to make their car the best. I loved some of the colors on the cars and thought about how I would decorate one if I had it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txQ-Z-3NROA/TlmVOeEcJbI/AAAAAAAACG4/QlvxucSd5PE/s1600/dderbytrashyard2082011.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/-txQ-Z-3NROA/TlmVOeEcJbI/AAAAAAAACG4/QlvxucSd5PE/s320/dderbytrashyard2082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645707683708020146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These cars were lined up ready for the next event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was also a certain style of dress among most of those that  attended... and I can't say that I really fit in well there, but they  were accepting :) I made friends with the three older gentleman who sat  beside me. I enjoyed listening to their conversations, and then I felt  comfortable to ask them what the heck was going on and what the rules  were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IrtQCmuzPg/TlmVGDjUqmI/AAAAAAAACGo/o8MoxbvO42s/s1600/dderbymotorcycle082011.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/-5IrtQCmuzPg/TlmVGDjUqmI/AAAAAAAACGo/o8MoxbvO42s/s320/dderbymotorcycle082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645707539150842466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This event was very confusing for me. I think they called it "intermission". But, the motorcycle would come up against the huge cement stone in front of it and then just rev its' tires trying to create as much smoke as possible. The more smoke that came out, the more the crowd cheered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jbZkvtDMtQA/TlmUc53loSI/AAAAAAAACGY/-8odRUoIz4w/s1600/dderbymotorcycle2082011.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/-jbZkvtDMtQA/TlmUc53loSI/AAAAAAAACGY/-8odRUoIz4w/s320/dderbymotorcycle2082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645706832176849186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, this guy got some really, really big cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GthoH2RPFEg/TlmUdQSJmnI/AAAAAAAACGg/V16mcnVPRIo/s1600/dderbymotorcycle3082011.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/-GthoH2RPFEg/TlmUdQSJmnI/AAAAAAAACGg/V16mcnVPRIo/s320/dderbymotorcycle3082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645706838193838706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, so did he.&lt;br /&gt;I was just glad I was far back enough&lt;br /&gt;that I didn't have to inhale the smoke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45XlJUt12Vc/TlmUDGSG1OI/AAAAAAAACGA/MVHnfr95t1M/s1600/dderbycar082011.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/-45XlJUt12Vc/TlmUDGSG1OI/AAAAAAAACGA/MVHnfr95t1M/s320/dderbycar082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645706388832703714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, it was on to the cars.&lt;br /&gt;What is the guy in this picture thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Why would you stand there and hold it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N1B2nqA40sc/TlmUDUjx5II/AAAAAAAACGI/1lbKz4KHhYM/s1600/dderbycar2082011.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/-N1B2nqA40sc/TlmUDUjx5II/AAAAAAAACGI/1lbKz4KHhYM/s320/dderbycar2082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645706392664925314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, in this picture the car had just caught on fire and the driver escaped before he got injured. The FD was quick to respond, but the day before someone had to be med-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacced&lt;/span&gt; to Boston because he didn't escape in time and had burns on most of his body. I think it's interesting that the guy in the white shirt is pumping up his hands in victory! To me, the entire thing is silly and dare I say, stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then watched the cars ram in to each other and have a free-for-all. Needless to say, I was ready to go after one round. But, hey. I learned that Nantucket has a side I've never seen before and that I shouldn't judge by the appearance of the island only :)&lt;/span&gt;&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/4572650240563781788-8813900523850150981?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8813900523850150981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=8813900523850150981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8813900523850150981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8813900523850150981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-i-never-thought-i-would-see.html' title='Something I never thought I would see on this island'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IoQO9HBH8s/TlmVN5bZgmI/AAAAAAAACGw/szagTmtP0ts/s72-c/dderbytrashyard082011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-2647813001041221457</id><published>2011-08-27T20:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:19:34.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard day of work :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, again, another hard day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think on the island there would be quite a few people who offer to take you tubing or water-skiing, etc. Well, there aren't. We couldn't find any, until just recently! Their dad saw a flyer for a guy that would take us out on his boat for tubing and he signed us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could not have been a more beautiful day! We met Captain John who took us out on his boat in to the harbor. He blew up the massive 3 person tube and off we went! I was one of the first to get to go. It was a tough sacrifice, but someone had to do it! Ava and Jed obviously loved it as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9xOx1FB9sw/TlmQ4r2aBFI/AAAAAAAACF4/V97_kt4sOYw/s1600/Ava%252CJed%252CCaratubing082211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9xOx1FB9sw/TlmQ4r2aBFI/AAAAAAAACF4/V97_kt4sOYw/s320/Ava%252CJed%252CCaratubing082211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645702911403623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The thumbs up in the picture just meant that we wanted him to go FASTER! For Ava, he could never go fast enough :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, some other tough things I've had to do is try paddle boarding! I don't think I had ever seen anyone do this before this summer, but couldn't let the summer go by without trying it. Sadly, I chose a day that was pretty windy... meaning that it was easy to get somewhere when the wind was behind you, but coming back was a LOT harder. This kind of scared me because I didn't want to have to swim back in with the paddleboat, so I didn't venture too far out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Amanda (my only friend on the island!) to come with me! She's always got an "adventure bug" in her, so she readily agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkgcgGDQ_7I/TlmQqK55FoI/AAAAAAAACFo/m1a1Qfa1vuQ/s1600/Amandapaddle1.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/-rkgcgGDQ_7I/TlmQqK55FoI/AAAAAAAACFo/m1a1Qfa1vuQ/s320/Amandapaddle1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645702662041704066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paddleboarding is weird in that you just stand on this board and paddle. Your feet are not strapped to anything and so you really have to balance yourself. Good for the core muscles, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMLQzOWu774/TlmQqho26rI/AAAAAAAACFw/RBnUHqDF8kA/s1600/Carapaddle081911.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/-RMLQzOWu774/TlmQqho26rI/AAAAAAAACFw/RBnUHqDF8kA/s320/Carapaddle081911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645702668144274098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Since we didn't venture too far out with the paddlesboards, we decided that we could get further if we went together in a kayak. So, Amanda and I took out a double and paddled over to the other side. There wasn't anyone to take a picture of both of us in the kayak so we each got one separately. It was hard paddleing back in... the wind was really strong that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaWgDcc5L3k/TlmQbRkt7YI/AAAAAAAACFQ/zlUSr_5XBuw/s1600/Amandakayak081911.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/-uaWgDcc5L3k/TlmQbRkt7YI/AAAAAAAACFQ/zlUSr_5XBuw/s320/Amandakayak081911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645702406133902722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U_4-psMLMh8/TlmQbzK15HI/AAAAAAAACFY/jeY8ZwA37Mg/s1600/Carakayak2081911.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/-U_4-psMLMh8/TlmQbzK15HI/AAAAAAAACFY/jeY8ZwA37Mg/s320/Carakayak2081911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645702415152178290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yep - Just chillin'. But that was after using all my upperbody strength to help get us back. And, I owe my steering skills to Camp Oneka where I learned to canoe and kayak! If not, maybe we would have ended up outside the harbor and in the ocean!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4572650240563781788-2647813001041221457?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2647813001041221457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=2647813001041221457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2647813001041221457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2647813001041221457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/hard-day-of-work.html' title='Hard day of work :)'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s9xOx1FB9sw/TlmQ4r2aBFI/AAAAAAAACF4/V97_kt4sOYw/s72-c/Ava%252CJed%252CCaratubing082211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7644043017725661943</id><published>2011-08-27T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:07:02.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism Speaks... and sandcastles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Saturday, August 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I had the awesome opportunity to walk with the family I work for, for this great cause! I have worked with children who have autism before, and figured I could surely participate in a 2 mile walk for a good cause. It's been a while though since I have been around families who have children with autism and how it affects every family member. I met the founders that morning and walked with their children and grandchildren. I saw, in that short amount of time, how autism not only affects the child, but every member of the family. It affects every minute of their day and what they are able to do and accomplish. The parents that I know of who have a child with autism dedicate their lives to helping their child. And, as I learned more about this organization, met the founders and their family, and participated in the day's events, I have truly become a supporter of it and am volunteering to help at their DC walk in October! What they have been able to accomplish in 6 years is incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is a link to their history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.autismspeaks.org/about-us"&gt;AUTISM SPEAKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-LGL_nRZSY/TlmP1nVocgI/AAAAAAAACEw/CvLUgp5cylk/s1600/Autismspeaks082011.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/-2-LGL_nRZSY/TlmP1nVocgI/AAAAAAAACEw/CvLUgp5cylk/s320/Autismspeaks082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645701759141179906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also really liked the design of their t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;I'll actually wear this one again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day of the walk was absolutely beautiful. We've had many days like that here on the island, actually! But, it was sunny and not humid. We gathered on Jetties Beach, which is near town. They had some activities for kids, and then some promotional stuff, and then we walked 2 miles! It wasn't hard, but they were able to raise a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autism is hard because there really isn't any medicine for it, and a lot of the cause/ways to help are "unknown". Today, it is estimated that one in every 110 children are diagnosed on the autism spectrum, which makes it more common that childhood cancer, juvenile diabetes and pediatric AIDS combined. Sadly there are about 1.5 million individuals in the US with it and the prevalence rate is increasing about 10-17 percent annually. So, something needs to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walk, we stopped back at the house to get out bathing suits... because we were invited to a pool party/BBQ at the Wright's house! They live on the north-eastern side of the island in a  very pretty area. The house was beautiful, as well as the pool/pool house and everything around it! They also have a lot of land, which is great for their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNDtu5HvGN4/TlmP1x8pLkI/AAAAAAAACE4/gg6exkM8Wf8/s1600/Wrighthouse082011.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/-LNDtu5HvGN4/TlmP1x8pLkI/AAAAAAAACE4/gg6exkM8Wf8/s320/Wrighthouse082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645701761989160514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is a picture of their beautiful house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The BBQ and all the food were by the pool. So, while the adults talked, the kids played! They even had their own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paddleboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! Notice below... Jed is very happy to be on it, but that's only because he fought off Max to get that spot and Ava is very distraught because she had it first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... siblings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--rybVh6yhe4/TlmPleeScyI/AAAAAAAACEg/IbSnBW1-k-o/s1600/kidspaddleboard082011.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/--rybVh6yhe4/TlmPleeScyI/AAAAAAAACEg/IbSnBW1-k-o/s320/kidspaddleboard082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645701481883661090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wasn't sure the whole story behind this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;racecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, but I do know it was quite a feat for it to be able to get on the island. It had to come over on the ferry and was very protected... but I imagine it took a lot of coordination and planning. This was my first time seeing an actual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;racecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; up close and personal. Very cool! I even looked under the car and I can't tell you all that they told me, but the engine and the mechanics underneath the car are not like a typical car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZsC5Inm4TA/TlmPXFpL-FI/AAAAAAAACEQ/HvADNKRWCsQ/s1600/racecar2082011.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/-rZsC5Inm4TA/TlmPXFpL-FI/AAAAAAAACEQ/HvADNKRWCsQ/s320/racecar2082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645701234700318802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QK-YUbjObjo/TlmPWujnDfI/AAAAAAAACEI/HzhzIxSxVR4/s1600/racecarback082011.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/-QK-YUbjObjo/TlmPWujnDfI/AAAAAAAACEI/HzhzIxSxVR4/s320/racecarback082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645701228502912498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqsEL7kHYmQ/TlmPXZVRk0I/AAAAAAAACEY/WJDzkdAyMOU/s1600/racecar082011.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/-CqsEL7kHYmQ/TlmPXZVRk0I/AAAAAAAACEY/WJDzkdAyMOU/s320/racecar082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645701239985509186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, after the party (with very yummy food), I headed back to Jetties Beach where I saw the final products of the Sandcastle Building contest they had that afternoon. People could register as family's, individuals or groups. Sadly, when I was arriving, some of the high tide was coming in and starting to destroy some of the castles, but I still snagged some pictures! Some people get very in to this ad plan for months what they are going to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vPm9KHXFwo4/TlmPCHIlCnI/AAAAAAAACD4/L7HeI9Tg1Ts/s1600/castel082011.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/-vPm9KHXFwo4/TlmPCHIlCnI/AAAAAAAACD4/L7HeI9Tg1Ts/s320/castel082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645700874323167858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought this one was pretty neat. It's just a huge castle, but very well done and I liked the extra special touch of the shells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JuwdCY9Q4fo/TlmPB6nMJFI/AAAAAAAACDw/apDdY0XFiO4/s1600/ackportcastle082011.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/-JuwdCY9Q4fo/TlmPB6nMJFI/AAAAAAAACDw/apDdY0XFiO4/s320/ackportcastle082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645700870961898578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACKPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" is supposed to resemble the airport whose call letters are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. The sculpture is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;plne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and then they also used shells to decorate it. Creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0nKxcbCOrT0/TlmPChAIeOI/AAAAAAAACEA/JuY8Vxvh5zE/s1600/Octopuscastle082011.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/-0nKxcbCOrT0/TlmPChAIeOI/AAAAAAAACEA/JuY8Vxvh5zE/s320/Octopuscastle082011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645700881267063010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, a lovely Octopus. Simple, but cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just another hard-working day here on the island :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-7644043017725661943?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7644043017725661943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7644043017725661943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7644043017725661943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7644043017725661943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/autism-speaks-and-sandcastles.html' title='Autism Speaks... and sandcastles!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-LGL_nRZSY/TlmP1nVocgI/AAAAAAAACEw/CvLUgp5cylk/s72-c/Autismspeaks082011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-1461983827635448358</id><published>2011-08-14T17:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:01:10.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brant Point and Steps Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my goals (I think I mentioned in another post) is to see all the lighthouses on the island. This lighthouse was an easy one to get to. It's just west of town and you can basically drive to it. It's Brant Point and it's right next to the Coast Guard Station. It's a tiny lighthouse, but it's the main one to guide ships in to the harbor. And, as I found out yesterday, it's also a great beach for little kids since the waves are so small and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;evidently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; there must be some good fishing because there were many out there doing it... although I didn't see any fish in the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPf6RUCFlcs/TkhC6R7YjVI/AAAAAAAACDg/dMpBsQR72Yc/s1600/BrantPointlighthouse081311.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/-iPf6RUCFlcs/TkhC6R7YjVI/AAAAAAAACDg/dMpBsQR72Yc/s320/BrantPointlighthouse081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640832102293867858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I liked the flag on the side of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LMtGHKaWa74/TkhC6mabROI/AAAAAAAACDo/GW4mITupdOg/s1600/BrantPointview081311.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/-LMtGHKaWa74/TkhC6mabROI/AAAAAAAACDo/GW4mITupdOg/s320/BrantPointview081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640832107792778466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you see the size of some of those boats!&lt;br /&gt;All I kept thinking as I walked past some of these boats&lt;br /&gt;and houses on the harbor... was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHO are these people??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I need to get to know them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHCLbVJfqp4/TkhCysUSkpI/AAAAAAAACDQ/SufcpBYPX2s/s1600/BrantPointview2081311.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/-EHCLbVJfqp4/TkhCysUSkpI/AAAAAAAACDQ/SufcpBYPX2s/s320/BrantPointview2081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831971938701970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The picture below is one of the ferry's leaving the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HfbXjcOKYJ0/TkhCyy217HI/AAAAAAAACDY/IXVb_6DwufM/s1600/BrantPointviewofferry081311.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/-HfbXjcOKYJ0/TkhCyy217HI/AAAAAAAACDY/IXVb_6DwufM/s320/BrantPointviewofferry081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831973694237810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, one of my other goals is to get to as many of the beaches on the island as possible. This is a much harder goal to reach as there are 37 miles of beaches and every half-mile seems to be a new beach! But, the kids told me about this one so I thought I'd check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u_i0-a_snJE/TkhCo-8V3qI/AAAAAAAACDA/fOBOGpCXIGA/s1600/Stepsbeachrock081311.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/-u_i0-a_snJE/TkhCo-8V3qI/AAAAAAAACDA/fOBOGpCXIGA/s320/Stepsbeachrock081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831805139836578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Steps beach... properly named because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZS_0jri5Nk/TkhCpBBr9fI/AAAAAAAACDI/dRdaebhG_Jg/s1600/Stepsbeachstairs081311.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/-5ZS_0jri5Nk/TkhCpBBr9fI/AAAAAAAACDI/dRdaebhG_Jg/s320/Stepsbeachstairs081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831805699126770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are the steps to gain access to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XWIauLmLr4I/TkhCekJAqEI/AAAAAAAACCw/lzamKrXkju0/s1600/Stepsbeachcliff081311.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/-XWIauLmLr4I/TkhCekJAqEI/AAAAAAAACCw/lzamKrXkju0/s320/Stepsbeachcliff081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831626146523202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This beach is located off of "Cliff Rd". Looking up from the beach you can tell why it's named that. And, the picture doesn't do these houses justice! I love just driving by them and thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Who are these people?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I have to get to know them!" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Then, I saw these tomatoes?? everywhere in the green brush on the cliff. I also saw a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;snake&lt;/span&gt; slither away... and that about did it for me at this beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a very quick walk for me back up the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-puElWspk_FI/TkhCe934Z0I/AAAAAAAACC4/ZFJ4ULQDKmE/s1600/Stepsbeachtomatoes081311.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/-puElWspk_FI/TkhCe934Z0I/AAAAAAAACC4/ZFJ4ULQDKmE/s320/Stepsbeachtomatoes081311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831633054000962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-1461983827635448358?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1461983827635448358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=1461983827635448358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1461983827635448358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1461983827635448358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/brant-point-and-steps-beach.html' title='Brant Point and Steps Beach'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iPf6RUCFlcs/TkhC6R7YjVI/AAAAAAAACDg/dMpBsQR72Yc/s72-c/BrantPointlighthouse081311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7949283433556846078</id><published>2011-08-14T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:32:44.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Town from the tippy top of the whaling museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am trying to do some touristy things on the island before the end of the summer. I would say besides the numerous beaches, the main tourist attraction is the whaling museum. And, my one friend on the island, just so happens to have free passes. Normally, it's $17 to get in. Probably wouldn't pay that on my own, but for free... I'm happy to go in and spend some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum was very interesting. I had no idea how or even why Nantucketers tried to catch whales after arriving on the island in the 1700s. They wanted the oil for lamps, etc. They sought after "right whales" and "sperm whales".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give an accurate description of how these men caught whales, but keep in mind... this is the 1700s and not much technology or engine-powered things were invented yet! So, once a whale was spotted, the men on this row boat would row out to the whale as fast as it could. Maybe up to a mile or more. Then, it would harpoon the whale and go for a RIDE! Yes, that's right. The whale obviously was HUGE and strong. It would take the row boat on a wild ride until it either got tired, or swam beneath the ocean. If it decided to go below the water, the row boat men had to make a split second decision on whether to cut the rope (therefore preventing sinking) or ride it out in hopes the whale didn't go too far below the water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, assuming the whale just tuckered out and stopped, the crew would kill the whale and then row it back to the big boat. Now, this is a HUGE whale. After they rowed fast to get the whale, then embraced the challenge of capturing the whale, they now have to tow the darn thing back to the main boat... many, many miles away! I can't even imagine how exhausting that would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - it was very, very cool to learn about! With my pass, I was also able to go on a 90 minute walking tour of the town and learn about its history. Very interesting. Then, I climbed up to the tippy-top of the whaling museum to take picture of the harbor and the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned there are some 2500 moorings for boats in the harbor. And, some of these boats are bigger than two or three normal homes put together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCR9P0jKVWc/Tkg7NUHb_OI/AAAAAAAACCg/ZItGBsKroLY/s1600/Whalerooftop3080211.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/-vCR9P0jKVWc/Tkg7NUHb_OI/AAAAAAAACCg/ZItGBsKroLY/s320/Whalerooftop3080211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640823633205787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZDrblvy7Aw/Tkg7NnMjvlI/AAAAAAAACCo/2VVcgcAJLXo/s1600/Whalerooftop4080211.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/-pZDrblvy7Aw/Tkg7NnMjvlI/AAAAAAAACCo/2VVcgcAJLXo/s320/Whalerooftop4080211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640823638327541330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r35ww3mHVY4/Tkg7EY75sBI/AAAAAAAACCQ/DvDe7PkEuqw/s1600/Whalerooftop2080211.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/-r35ww3mHVY4/Tkg7EY75sBI/AAAAAAAACCQ/DvDe7PkEuqw/s320/Whalerooftop2080211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640823479880757266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iKVTBjrxuOc/Tkg7Eu6Q1TI/AAAAAAAACCY/GHRNvkTQztU/s1600/Whalerooftop080211.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/-iKVTBjrxuOc/Tkg7Eu6Q1TI/AAAAAAAACCY/GHRNvkTQztU/s320/Whalerooftop080211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640823485779465522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess I really like these pictures because I walk these streets so often. Looking down and seeing it in a "big picture" is really neat!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4572650240563781788-7949283433556846078?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7949283433556846078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7949283433556846078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7949283433556846078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7949283433556846078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/town-from-tippy-top-of-whaling-museum.html' title='Town from the tippy top of the whaling museum'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCR9P0jKVWc/Tkg7NUHb_OI/AAAAAAAACCg/ZItGBsKroLY/s72-c/Whalerooftop3080211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-2394413325431090178</id><published>2011-08-13T11:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:45:52.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love this airport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first time I took one of these planes, I had to ask myself if the  trip was really worth it because I was so nervous to ride in one! All I  could think of was a story I heard when I was in Alaska this time last  year and how a similar plane crashed in to a side of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wouldn't be going over any mountains, but I did figure out my quick escape plan if we happened to crash on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  now taken a couple of these flights and am more comfortable with them.  My last trip "overseas" was to Hyannis. I arrived at the airport an hour  early because I thought I had to go through security. Well, LUCKY me!  There's such a thing as "Airport Taxi's"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9aBB-Yhmdg/TkabRWas5pI/AAAAAAAACBY/iEgWiDE5tWs/s1600/Airporttaxi080211.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/-j9aBB-Yhmdg/TkabRWas5pI/AAAAAAAACBY/iEgWiDE5tWs/s320/Airporttaxi080211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640366305705780882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who knew?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these flights you don't have to go through  security. If I was traveling to Boston or PVD or some other major  airport I would have had to, but not Hyannis or some of the other very  small airports. I literally could have walked in to the airport a minute before my flight, got my ticket and boarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ymQkcCsHo8/TkabRnQiXYI/AAAAAAAACBg/fbKhjTvuHbQ/s1600/Capeair080111.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/-_ymQkcCsHo8/TkabRnQiXYI/AAAAAAAACBg/fbKhjTvuHbQ/s320/Capeair080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640366310226550146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a cute little plane. This one was actually quite&lt;br /&gt;crowded with 6 people on board and the pilot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we flew I wanted to take pictures of the beautiful land/water below.&lt;br /&gt;We flew closer to the ground that normal flights&lt;br /&gt;so I just looked down the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZ92WtqE3WQ/TkabHuTyFWI/AAAAAAAACBI/pnES_ZqL74o/s1600/Flyingsky080111.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/-MZ92WtqE3WQ/TkabHuTyFWI/AAAAAAAACBI/pnES_ZqL74o/s320/Flyingsky080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640366140320519522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was around sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3cQQ_-SQYL8/TkabH8fMCXI/AAAAAAAACBQ/TXqSP69Y0TA/s1600/Flyingsky2080111.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/-3cQQ_-SQYL8/TkabH8fMCXI/AAAAAAAACBQ/TXqSP69Y0TA/s320/Flyingsky2080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640366144126454130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, there is Nantucket! All those beach houses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JZ-eihr3JU/Tkaa8AVnamI/AAAAAAAACA4/2VtddRCLBTc/s1600/Flyingsky080111.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8Fy1RaU1BXE/Tkaa8F0J5cI/AAAAAAAACAw/XY0ruAYgegY/s1600/Capeair080111.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Te-i5-zOdQw/Tkaa7vOz-4I/AAAAAAAACAo/h4CRNLjm5Pw/s1600/Airporttaxi080211.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wITzFicKFEU/Tkaa8cYJ3tI/AAAAAAAACBA/OaRw6lu9iKQ/s1600/Flyingsky2080111.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4572650240563781788-2394413325431090178?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2394413325431090178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=2394413325431090178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2394413325431090178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2394413325431090178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-i-love-this-airport.html' title='Why I love this airport'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9aBB-Yhmdg/TkabRWas5pI/AAAAAAAACBY/iEgWiDE5tWs/s72-c/Airporttaxi080211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7175448776860942617</id><published>2011-08-13T11:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:48:26.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katy's visit! I have 2 friends today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The family I nanny for decided to take the kids off island for a few days. I could have gone off as well, for the whole time, but decided to also make the most of them being gone and having some time off to explore the island! ... and take advantage of things I've done... just without the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Katy had a free day and was able to come over to play! She doubled my friend number on the island :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day flew by. We spent some time in town, the beach, the pool, Sconset, Sankaty light house, and a bike ride (Well, Katy and Amanda did while I had to attend an event. From what I hear Katy got to see more parts of the island than they had originally set out for :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was fun and a very beautiful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykFEyDXev0g/TkadjuHIUeI/AAAAAAAACCI/yqfSErFYLRM/s1600/DSC00277.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/-ykFEyDXev0g/TkadjuHIUeI/AAAAAAAACCI/yqfSErFYLRM/s320/DSC00277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640368820327043554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Katy Head"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, that might be an even better name for the lighthouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Tzi3A7J8qA/TkadV6GSouI/AAAAAAAACB4/ThX08BulF04/s1600/DSC00279.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/-6Tzi3A7J8qA/TkadV6GSouI/AAAAAAAACB4/ThX08BulF04/s320/DSC00279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640368583026582242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't ask me why I am posing as a teapot?! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This lighthouse was moved some years ago&lt;br /&gt;because of beach erosion... but it's located&lt;br /&gt;in a very pretty part of the island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rY_Lj3emdyc/TkadLd5zNpI/AAAAAAAACBo/hjYa6n4UcI4/s1600/DSC00276.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/-rY_Lj3emdyc/TkadLd5zNpI/AAAAAAAACBo/hjYa6n4UcI4/s320/DSC00276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640368403659306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My one friend on the island, Amanda, joined with us for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNiUY6GivxI/TkadLkw_imI/AAAAAAAACBw/2SDd0fuHziQ/s1600/DSC00280.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/-RNiUY6GivxI/TkadLkw_imI/AAAAAAAACBw/2SDd0fuHziQ/s320/DSC00280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640368405501413986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was so fun to have Katy here for a visit and&lt;br /&gt;to enjoy yet another beautiful day on the island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-7175448776860942617?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7175448776860942617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7175448776860942617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7175448776860942617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7175448776860942617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/katys-visit-i-have-2-friends-today.html' title='Katy&apos;s visit! I have 2 friends today!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ykFEyDXev0g/TkadjuHIUeI/AAAAAAAACCI/yqfSErFYLRM/s72-c/DSC00277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-9000345896437549664</id><published>2011-08-08T10:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:22:08.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A little excursion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, recently I was able to take a day excursion&lt;br /&gt;back to my old stomping ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Boston!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to visit some of my favorite boys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I flew on a teeny,  tiny plane to Hyannis (only 17 minutes long!... and more on that in  another post) and then rented a car. I can't express how fun it was to  get on the highway and drive! Here on the island, I never get to go  above 35 mph, and it's all stop &amp;amp; go or stop, turn, and then go.  But, on the highway, I just GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I arrived in time to pick them up from their half day of camp. It had  been just over a year since I said goodbye to them and seeing them again  made me smile! They gave me a hug and then showed me all the cool  things they were doing or making at their camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; We then went to one of mine (and their) favorite spots for lunch -  Chipotle! On the way I got all the updates on school, friends, sports,  summer fun, etc. They both have such great, positive attitudes and are  so enthusiastic! They're also polite and get along well with each other,  so the entire afternoon was a treat for me to be with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j38ifFCwRhQ/Tj_73KrRJRI/AAAAAAAACAg/EdiwOeepNtA/s1600/LeoJeremiahluncg%2B080111.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/-j38ifFCwRhQ/Tj_73KrRJRI/AAAAAAAACAg/EdiwOeepNtA/s320/LeoJeremiahluncg%2B080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638502183668360466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss these smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jeremiah is holding up some cards for some game. I never quite figured out what it was or how to play, but the boys love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a yummy lunch, we headed back to their house because they wanted to show me a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've turned their downstairs basement in to a little workshop area for each child, and another location for the band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of Leo's impressive "builds" from his Legos. I can't even  imagine the hours he put in to doing it! But, I was so impressed. A pirate ship, a castle... and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Jeremiah and Leo wanted to show me their skills on their  instruments. Leo is learning the drums and Jeremiah is playing the  piano. Leo played some and then let me try. Drums are harder than I  thought! Jeremiah then played a song for me. I was so impressed by both!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8qLIJKPkxPo/Tj_7nJpPfcI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hqCMr3JMnZw/s1600/Leolegos080111.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/-8qLIJKPkxPo/Tj_7nJpPfcI/AAAAAAAACAQ/hqCMr3JMnZw/s320/Leolegos080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638501908513521090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oC78j2vqVok/Tj_7nbRTI4I/AAAAAAAACAY/WZBfcMd4I9A/s1600/Jeremiahpiano080111.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/-oC78j2vqVok/Tj_7nbRTI4I/AAAAAAAACAY/WZBfcMd4I9A/s320/Jeremiahpiano080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638501913244935042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkWvnm_jXfQ/Tj_7PH22YRI/AAAAAAAACAI/49WBmfKXNmI/s1600/Leodrums080111.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/-tkWvnm_jXfQ/Tj_7PH22YRI/AAAAAAAACAI/49WBmfKXNmI/s320/Leodrums080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638501495716864274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afterwards we played some baseball in the yard (until we lost all the  balls in the bushes and no one wanted to go after them!) and some  basketball. Then we moved inside to build some dominoes and read  stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun afternoon and I was sad to say goodbye, but I had to  get back. I got big hugs before I left though. Sadly, on my return drive, it was more stop and go (with a lot  of stopping) as it was rush hour, but I did get there in time for my  flight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a great day!! I hope I get to see them again in a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out, I stopped by to take a picture of the church I used to meet in. It burned down in May 2009. I happened to be inside in our Sunday service when it started. It was incredible to watch it burn from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The churches in the community provided our congregation a space to meet for a while. But, I was very happy to hear that the church was rebuilt and dedicated recently! It wasn't open when I got there, but it was wonderful to even just stand outside and look at it. Such wonderful memories of my time there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nSKm1l059o/Tj_6deZCPyI/AAAAAAAACAA/PaZcy4ZgYWw/s1600/Cambridgechapel080111.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/-0nSKm1l059o/Tj_6deZCPyI/AAAAAAAACAA/PaZcy4ZgYWw/s320/Cambridgechapel080111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638500642772369186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-9000345896437549664?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/9000345896437549664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=9000345896437549664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/9000345896437549664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/9000345896437549664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-excursion.html' title='A little excursion'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j38ifFCwRhQ/Tj_73KrRJRI/AAAAAAAACAg/EdiwOeepNtA/s72-c/LeoJeremiahluncg%2B080111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8898096406837558723</id><published>2011-08-07T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:49:36.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing that takes my breath away here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqBTpJZmI5M/Tj76PbhlHSI/AAAAAAAAB_w/s2nIR6JT-0g/s1600/sunset4.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/-hqBTpJZmI5M/Tj76PbhlHSI/AAAAAAAAB_w/s2nIR6JT-0g/s320/sunset4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638218926508023074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-8898096406837558723?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8898096406837558723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=8898096406837558723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8898096406837558723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8898096406837558723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-thing-that-takes-my-breath-away.html' title='One thing that takes my breath away here'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqBTpJZmI5M/Tj76PbhlHSI/AAAAAAAAB_w/s2nIR6JT-0g/s72-c/sunset4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-2514907643731728745</id><published>2011-07-24T19:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:48:07.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nantucket Life cont....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nantucket life continued....&lt;br /&gt;One thing I was a little worried about before coming to the island  was church. I value, and gain personal benefit, from going to my church  each week and participating in the three hour meeting. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rejuvenates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  me and is spiritually uplifting. It gets me ready for the week. I knew  there wasn't a branch or ward on the island, but a small gathering of  members in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; home. It was an abbreviated meeting schedule and I  was just worried about not attending my ward for three months! I knew  there were "congregations" like this around the world, but never  did I understand what it really was like until I actually was a part of  one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize after attending here for a few weeks that a church  service or meeting, is not so much what is taught or presented, but what  you make of it. If I go, listen, and think to myself that this isn't  worth my time because it's not like what I'm used to... or maybe the  speaker isn't very eloquent... I'll walk away having wasted my time,  gained nothing, and be frustrated blaming THEM for not providing me a  spiritual Sunday experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When, in reality, it's completely the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  I come prepared to learn, having read the lesson, my scriptures in  hand, and a positive attitude ready to be an active  participant/listener, I'll feel the Spirit and take away more than  I  could ever imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great thing for me is that it's about a minute drive from the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCOi6kOTL0c/Tiyq0x9uimI/AAAAAAAAB_g/y0W6iRABDRI/s1600/ChurchonACK.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/-TCOi6kOTL0c/Tiyq0x9uimI/AAAAAAAAB_g/y0W6iRABDRI/s320/ChurchonACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633065057675807330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well,  here it is! Yep, we meet in the upstairs of a dentist's office! The  dentist who owns the practice lives above his office (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, eh?).  We meet in his living room because he has a piano. Were lucky to have  the piano. The singing... well, let's just say it is not the Mormon Tab Choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're  part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Barnstable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; branch, but to get to church, you'd have to  catch the 6 AM ferry, cost around $100, and you'd get home around 5 or 6  PM. So, the branch president has given his OK for us to meet here. The  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weeklies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; consist of the dentist, another husband, wife and their 16 year  old son, and another lady probably about my age who lives with her  husband and son but they're not members. The husband of the 16 year old  kind of leads our weekly meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few other people come and  go. This summer, there is an older lady who comes every now and then  because she's on the island for the summer. Her husband isn't a member  though. Then, there's another girl my age who is here for a few months.  She works for the Fish and Wildlife service and I don't know exactly  what she does, but she's teased by others that she's here saving the  birds. She works with the seals as well. I know she works out on the tip  of the eastern part of the island because I ran in to her on one of my  adventures a few Sundays ago! She's from Idaho though and it's been fun  to get to know her (see later posts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to cap off this lovely, very random group of people -there's me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  here's how our services go. We gather and wait for anyone else to show  up, so we usually start 10 min late. We have an opening song and prayer  and since there is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;announcements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; or business, we jump right into the  sacrament hymn. The passing of the sacrament takes all of two minutes.  I'm used to having a much longer sacrament time in which to gather my  thoughts and pray, etc., but this speeds by too quickly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After  the sacrament, we have one person give a "talk'. Right now we're  studying the presidents of the church and this week was David O McKay.  It turns out to be more of a lesson, and since we're getting into more  recent prophets now, some of the older adults share memories from their  childhood. For instance, I learned a cute story about David O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mckay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  today. He must have been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jokester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; because two men got up to help him  down some stairs in his later years (he lived to be 96). Well, with each  on one of his sides he turned to them and said "Gentleman. I can help  one of you down these stairs, but I certainly can't help BOTH of you!"  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes get a little off track, but after we finish, we  have a closing song and prayer. Then, we have Sunday  School/RS/Priesthood. This is usually taught by the husband who  "presides" at the meetings. Again, it's more like a discussion as he  leads it. It's interesting and refreshing to hear so many different  thoughts and views. All of us are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; different, but we're alike in that  we share the same faith and are here on this tiny island worshiping  together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZSpjhppr3A/Tiyq0V1twDI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/YIlE0fn-iB4/s1600/HouseACK.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/-LZSpjhppr3A/Tiyq0V1twDI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/YIlE0fn-iB4/s320/HouseACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633065050126008370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As explained in another post, the house we live in is considered to be  "mid-island"... meaning it's not associated with one of the many  beaches. It's a cute little community called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Naushop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" and it's  literally a ten minute WALK - yes walk - from the airport. It's very  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conveniently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; located to all the basic needs you would have on the island  and there's a beach in any direction you drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The community is  one huge semi-circle, with a couple of streets branching out in the  middle. There's speed bumps every couple of houses, which is nice for  kids to be allowed out riding their bikes and parents not worrying that  someone is going to speed through the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the  houses look the same, and many have cute names above their front door  that the owners have chosen. About 30% of the families live here year  round, another 30% own the house and occupy it for the summer, and the  other 40% or so rent it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine what it's like living here from September-June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's  a very cute house. Room to play in front and back for the kids and we  are in the middle of the semi-circle, so we're not near the main road at  all. There's also a tiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-sac right next to us, so it's an ideal  place for the kids to skateboard and ride bikes. There's also a pool and  tennis courts, but we never use those because they belong to a club  that has all this and food you can order as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like  most of their neighbors. Everyone is outside at some pt in the day...  the kids play together and the parents chat. I feel safe letting the  kids outside and not feeling like I have to watch their every move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny, very unexpected thing happened a few weeks ago. The kids were  just coming home from their half-day camp and a neighbor told them that  three cows had just been walking in his driveway. He had been sitting  outside reading, and looked up, and asked himself "What is wrong with  this picture?"! Ha! I can only imagine. You're on a beautiful island  filled with many luxuries... and you don't think that there are farms or  animals nearby! But, as I found out, there is a farm just behind our  neighborhood and the cows got loose! The police got on it and were  captured :) All was safe once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cobblestones:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are quite a few cobblestone streets on Main street (as you will see in another post) but I also fell in love with a free a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;capella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; performance on one of these streets at night on the weekend as well! They're called "The Cobblestones" and they're mostly locals who have day jobs and perform at night on the side! They're good and I enjoy listening to them. A small crowd will gather and others will walk and pass on by. On a nice night, it's a great way to spend an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FvVLH_2hLzY/Tiyq1MRQpCI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Gxzr2c-e9Do/s1600/CobblestonesACK.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/-FvVLH_2hLzY/Tiyq1MRQpCI/AAAAAAAAB_o/Gxzr2c-e9Do/s320/CobblestonesACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633065064737055778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-2514907643731728745?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2514907643731728745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=2514907643731728745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2514907643731728745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2514907643731728745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/07/nantucket-life-cont.html' title='Nantucket Life cont....'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCOi6kOTL0c/Tiyq0x9uimI/AAAAAAAAB_g/y0W6iRABDRI/s72-c/ChurchonACK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-4924068748616665954</id><published>2011-07-24T02:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:27:29.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One excursion off the "main drag"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My excursion last Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;I decided last Sunday that my life on this  island consists of a very small, confined area. Basically, everything I  need and all I have done is between the airport and town.... which is  about 1.5 miles on one road! But, seriously, the house, the grocery  store/pharmacy, the gym, the tennis/pool club, etc., are all right along  this road!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took off in the mini towards Siasconset.  It's  about 6 miles from us  mid-islanders (which is the area where the house  is located). And, it's beautiful. It's on  the eastern shore and many   famous or well-known people have their homes  there. I would hate being   so far from town (See? That's what comes  from being on a small island   and living so close to town. I forget what  it's like to have to drive   more than 2 or 3 minutes to go shopping or  get to the airport.) The   people out in Siasconset have to drive 10-15  minutes. That's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I drove out there and did the typical  tourist thing... didn't drive   over 5-10 miles per hour as I wanted to  see all the homes and places.  It  was a beautiful afternoon and the  views of the water and lands were   incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove north and  stopped at the Sankaty  lighthouse. It's high on a cliff that was  obviously blocked off because  it was eroding. They actually moved the  lighthouse 405 feet a few  years ago so it didn't drop off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdKQbaOUTqs/TiyVDnzWo5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/3lbrRv2p3q8/s1600/LighthouseACK.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/-MdKQbaOUTqs/TiyVDnzWo5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/3lbrRv2p3q8/s320/LighthouseACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633041123390170002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The ocean is to the right in the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AhbpTaP2Cyk/TiyVD-ffKWI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mhvXIfNTLBU/s1600/ViewfromlighthouseACK.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/-AhbpTaP2Cyk/TiyVD-ffKWI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/mhvXIfNTLBU/s320/ViewfromlighthouseACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633041129480857954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A view from the lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Most of Nantucket homes are that greyish wood color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kj4gELQa9Nk/TiyUvROgXtI/AAAAAAAAB-A/Ql9_MKTy_vM/s1600/Viewfromlighthouse2ACK.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/-Kj4gELQa9Nk/TiyUvROgXtI/AAAAAAAAB-A/Ql9_MKTy_vM/s320/Viewfromlighthouse2ACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633040773732654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another view. Nantucket is mostly really flat.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was at one of the "high points" taking this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I drove northwest to Quidnet and Wauwinet. Along the way I   saw these houses just set back from the road a bit, all by themselves.  And, they were HUGE! But, I don't think I would like not being close to   ANYTHING but a beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I continued on my pretty drive  and stopped at a National Park  "hut". It was clear that the mini would  not go any further, because at  this spot you had to have a 4 wheel  drive vehicle and deflate your tires  in order to continue on the sand  road! They didn't have any parking  (that I saw) there as well, so I  couldn't get out and walk to the ocean.  But, it was just my lucky day  because all of a sudden I hear "Cara?"  from behind me. I didn't think  this person could possibly be calling my  name because I didn't know  anyone! So, I didn't turn around. She called  "Cara?" again, and I  turned and saw one of the girls I had met in church  earlier that day!  She is here on an assignment for a few months to  protect and save the  birds on this part of the island. How random that I  ran in to her, but  she had stopped to deflate her tires before driving  out on the sand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We  chatted for a few minutes, then she told me that I could park there  in  a special spot and walk around. Cool! So, she took off for the outer   edge of the island and I strolled past some additional homes (that could   only be reached by 4 wheel drive and deflated tires) and even a hotel!  I  was shocked there was a hotel all the way out here. It was an  elegant  one, and obviously, well-off people come to escape the everyday  life by  staying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it upon myself to walk in it, look  around, and then continue on  to their "private" grass area and beach  :) It was pretty, but no where I  would be interested in staying. All  there was to do was walk around and  chat while sipping cocktails with  other people or sit and read. I need  some action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, they did  have PLENTY of my favorite flowers on this island. They are everywhere!  We have some in our yard... almost everyone does. Who knows what they  are, but aren't they beautiful! There's purplish ones and pinkish ones  as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nWSnt7AziIg/TiyUvj7AK0I/AAAAAAAAB-I/Mt8H-s20q2c/s1600/FlowersonACK.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/-nWSnt7AziIg/TiyUvj7AK0I/AAAAAAAAB-I/Mt8H-s20q2c/s320/FlowersonACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633040778751126338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love these flowers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left and continued down the sand road until it became  quite clear that it would take me an hour or more to reach the end of  the island and then I didn't want to have to walk that whole way back. So, I returned to my car and set off back towards town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of my little excursion and even prouder I didn't get  lost!... but then again, there are only so many ways or places to get  lost! (and that did happen this past week when I took another excursion  to Bartlett Farms!... story to come later)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-4924068748616665954?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4924068748616665954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=4924068748616665954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4924068748616665954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4924068748616665954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-excursion-off-main-drag.html' title='One excursion off the &quot;main drag&quot;...'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MdKQbaOUTqs/TiyVDnzWo5I/AAAAAAAAB-Q/3lbrRv2p3q8/s72-c/LighthouseACK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-63717968570201069</id><published>2011-07-23T12:59:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T19:25:16.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My new life... well, at least for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little bit about where I've been since the middle of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in to trivia (and haven't read this bog in a while)... here are some trivia facts to see if you can guess it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First reported sighting by Norsemen in the 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wampanoag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Indians were the original inhabitants and named it "..." which means "faraway land" in their language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;3. The year-round population is 10,000, but in the summer it reaches close to 56,000... and I am one of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It has the largest concentration of Native American place names in the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. In 1977 it wanted to secede from the state it belongs to... but the attempt was unsuccessful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;6.  It was the last community in its state to lift a ban on automobiles   (1918)... and shockingly enough, I found a Ford Car Dealership on the   island!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7. Benjamin Franklin's mum was born here. Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;8. It has  82 miles of beaches. And, sadly enough, I really don't like  the beach!  Not a fan of sand and salt water swimming :( Give me the  chlorine any  day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. It is a town, county and an island! It's 14 miles long and 3-5 miles wide depending on where you're at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;10.  I am healthier living here. Why? Because not only do I swim, bike,   run, etc., but "..." has its own source of fresh drinking water created   by the glacier 12,000-10,000 years ago. Water is drawn from an aquifer   that sits below the island. Ground water filters down through sand and   clay. The clay prevents sea water from invading the “lens.” But most   importantly, Nantucket does not add chlorine or any other additives to   the water supply. So, since my basic sources of fluid are milk, diet   coke (yes, just one a day), and water (but mostly water) ... I think the   water is much better here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, there you have it. Guessed yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am terrible at trivia and will forget all those facts an hour from now, so here's the answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNIhfAXy9Ak/TiyjrcxehsI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/n47d-HaqJ3o/s1600/chambermap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNIhfAXy9Ak/TiyjrcxehsI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/n47d-HaqJ3o/s320/chambermap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633057200787064514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are located around "mid-island", but as noted above... really,   anywhere you are on the island isn't very far from somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  be honest, I have felt a little claustrophobic at times. The only way   off the island is to fly, or take a ferry. So, if there is ever a   disaster, can you imagine 56,000 people trying to get off this island?   And, I've so wanted at times to just hop in the car and drive to   Boston... but that's not possible. I'd first have had to reserve a spot   for my car months in advance on the ferry... and then wait for the  ferry  and go over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inconvenient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; - YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things I like about this island. First of all - it's   beautiful. The flowers are in bloom, grounds are well-kept and   litter-free, and there's a certain "beach" charm to the architecture and   style of homes. There's also ample running and biking trails, outdoor   activities, and a cute town to walk around in. I also love their   airport! It's my absolute favorite out of all airports I've been in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;1. Check-in takes all of 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; security takes about 5 minutes and there's never a long line.  And,  these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; agents are actually nice and friendly. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;3. The airport has consistent and good FREE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;4. The bathrooms are always clean!&lt;br /&gt;5. It's not hard to find your gate since there are only 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXuavPHnmwM/Tiya1yLLDpI/AAAAAAAAB_A/zEdAYPJAJ20/s1600/AirportACK.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/-zXuavPHnmwM/Tiya1yLLDpI/AAAAAAAAB_A/zEdAYPJAJ20/s320/AirportACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633047482726026898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; (Nantucket airport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-swLciHFN2uU/Tiya1BbvS9I/AAAAAAAAB-4/je1STi3xGHw/s1600/FERRYACK.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/-swLciHFN2uU/Tiya1BbvS9I/AAAAAAAAB-4/je1STi3xGHw/s320/FERRYACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633047469642173394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, there goes my only other&lt;br /&gt;transportation off this island!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, what do I do with all my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a good question. A bunch of   it is spent taking care of the kids. But when they're in camp, I do the   usual laundry, grocery shopping, general household tasks, organization, etc. I've  also  cooked more in my life here than ever before! I've made my first  "whole  chicken" in the oven, as well as explored using the oven to cook  and  not nuking everything like I usually do. I've had general success  so  far! The chicken, however, was my absolute pride and joy! I wish I had taken a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh -  but I still find plenty of time to walk the cobblestone streets downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-em8XFF1DFx8/Tiya2bwa_wI/AAAAAAAAB_I/FjfiOuGuauI/s1600/MainstreetACK.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/-em8XFF1DFx8/Tiya2bwa_wI/AAAAAAAAB_I/FjfiOuGuauI/s320/MainstreetACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633047493888114434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A view from the main road at night.&lt;br /&gt;There are a TON of fancy shops, restaurants, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I also find plenty of time to keep up on my exercise  (including  my new goal of learning how to swim freestyle and not feel  like I am  going to die after 50 m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmYR4drutCk/TiyaRp62XyI/AAAAAAAAB-o/gGU_wDKK8bI/s1600/PoolACK.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/-TmYR4drutCk/TiyaRp62XyI/AAAAAAAAB-o/gGU_wDKK8bI/s320/PoolACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633046862034788130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the pool at the club that I use. I'm up to swimming 650 m... of course taking a few seconds to breathe after each 25 m... but progress has been noted! Can you see the lifeguard on the right side? These guys work 8 hours or so a day. I often wonder if they get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hecka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; bored just sitting there... and how many books they get to go through in a week! There is another family pool right up a couple of stairs by this one, so they switch around a bit and the family one is always busy... but still! I would go out of my mind in boredom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids (and therefore I) also spend a great deal of time in these two stores. The one on the right is called "The Sunken Ship". It's filled with toys, random clothing and gift items and anything water related. Kids LOVE it! Then, behind it is a place called "The Juice Bar." Don't let the name fool you. This place is anything BUT healthy! Shakes, floats, ice cream galore... all can be found at "The Juice Bar"... but not any juice! It's in a great location because it's on the same road that the ferry lets people off at as they disembark for the island! It's ALWAYS crowded! Notice the line by the door... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OWD3i8K4M5s/TiyaRe4C9UI/AAAAAAAAB-g/FLUZKGm_tc4/s1600/SunkenShip%252CJuiceBarACK.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/-OWD3i8K4M5s/TiyaRe4C9UI/AAAAAAAAB-g/FLUZKGm_tc4/s320/SunkenShip%252CJuiceBarACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633046859070240066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lot of people bike everywhere on the island... but biking is NOT for me. I have a bike with a cute little basket in front of it, but UGH... not a fan of biking. Fortunately, I usually have access to a car. There is a Jeep, but the car I usually drive when not hauling kids is this cute little thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-28JpARRidhQ/TiyaR5CpKRI/AAAAAAAAB-w/KxNtwdnBlCA/s1600/MiniACK.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/-28JpARRidhQ/TiyaR5CpKRI/AAAAAAAAB-w/KxNtwdnBlCA/s320/MiniACK.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633046866094008594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As some of you know, I am in the market for a new car. And, for a while  after arriving here, I was thinking that I should get a mini. It's ideal  for parking in small spots, it totally impressed me by the amount of  "things" I can fit in it, and it's a cute car! But, after driving it for  a while now, I realized, a mini is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;1. I find it a pain to not have a backdoor to load groceries in and out of&lt;br /&gt;2. It doesn't seem like it would do well in ice and snow&lt;br /&gt;3. It doesn't have the powerful, safe feeling of being in a big car, raised above the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it does a good job of "zipping" here and there and on the island, it gets the job done and I am so grateful for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-63717968570201069?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/63717968570201069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=63717968570201069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/63717968570201069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/63717968570201069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-new-life-well-at-least-for-while.html' title='My new life... well, at least for a while'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNIhfAXy9Ak/TiyjrcxehsI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/n47d-HaqJ3o/s72-c/chambermap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-7420163130922116846</id><published>2011-07-16T19:24:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T21:13:24.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Time is the BEST time! And, CONGRATS Evan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a special treat last weekend to be able to go to my dad's and have a little family reunion with my brothers and their families. It's very, very rare that we are all in the same general area at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived on Saturday from Nantucket. Fortunately the weather cleared so flights were taking off again. I traveled on THE TINIEST airplane I have ever been on for the 40 minute ride to Providence! My knees were in the back of the pilot's seat and there were only three other passengers. I was nervous the entire time because I could see everything the pilot was doing and ever time there was a ding or a new light on the control board, I would look to see the pilot's reaction with initial panic thinking we were going down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was neat to fly so close to the ground that I could see things as we flew over it... like Martha's Vineyard and part of RI. It was also the loudest flight I had been on and others could tell I was not a seasoned traveler on these planes because the other passengers all had ear plugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned for the return flight... but also, needless to say I was very, very relieved when my feet touched ground again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan and Madison picked me up and off we set for good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;' Westerly RI. We weren't home for long before everyone set off for dinner and the North &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stonington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Fair. It's been around for years, but I have never been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at the famous Mystic Pizza and I ate more grease that evening than I have eaten in a year! Oh - but it was yum :) I sat next to my 5 year old nephew and devoured his chicken fingers and french fries... on top of the mozzarella sticks and fried foods my dad had ordered for everyone as appetizers! I didn't have room left for my own dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the fair. It was so much fun! They had everything a typical fair has... lots of food stands, rides, games to win prizes, etc. But, the first thing we ran in to caught my attention because I had never seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A truck pull!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We sat in the bleachers and watched as my sister in law and I tried to figure out the rules. We ended up having to ask the guy behind us. But, it comes down to an individual with a truck is given three opportunities to pull a heavy amount of bricks and they see who gets the farthest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqkHGSkGr9s/TiIhbn-k-5I/AAAAAAAAB9g/b70w-9pehiM/s1600/Monstertruck070911.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/-GqkHGSkGr9s/TiIhbn-k-5I/AAAAAAAAB9g/b70w-9pehiM/s320/Monstertruck070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630099242638179218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We also learned that those who deflated their front tires  did much better than those who didn't. You can see that in the picture above. And, look at their extra exhaust pipe in the bed of the truck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wxg6HK4Z5V0/TiIhb3sE3XI/AAAAAAAAB9o/7SIZMyDcLjE/s1600/Monstertruck2070911.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/-wxg6HK4Z5V0/TiIhb3sE3XI/AAAAAAAAB9o/7SIZMyDcLjE/s320/Monstertruck2070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630099246855544178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, next we moved on to the cow pull. I think I've seen one of these before but I would never want to get in the way of these animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SC6X3vEafp8/TiIhN8IP1zI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/PYLUiF1qgvE/s1600/Cowpull070911.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/-SC6X3vEafp8/TiIhN8IP1zI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/PYLUiF1qgvE/s320/Cowpull070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630099007529277234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's a ton of bricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qcD9GzDq_Sw/TiIhOSg9yqI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Iul1vKbe53E/s1600/Cowpull2070911.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/-qcD9GzDq_Sw/TiIhOSg9yqI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Iul1vKbe53E/s320/Cowpull2070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630099013538532002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, there is no such thing as a fair without games and rides, so we made out way over in that direction... with one brief stop to get a family picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI656Pc0MVw/TiIhBtLooDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/nHgwvHzkT8A/s1600/FamilyatNSF070911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PI656Pc0MVw/TiIhBtLooDI/AAAAAAAAB9A/nHgwvHzkT8A/s320/FamilyatNSF070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098797358522418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Riley and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; had just gotten prizes ... and that's what they're holding in their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yEfGst4gOcU/TiIhB0uviiI/AAAAAAAAB9I/_azsMptctaE/s1600/RileySlideNSF070911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yEfGst4gOcU/TiIhB0uviiI/AAAAAAAAB9I/_azsMptctaE/s320/RileySlideNSF070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098799384824354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Riley going down this slide on a potato sack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DsvICqKjBk/TiIg3Y3SdmI/AAAAAAAAB8w/1fbZJIPzCns/s1600/Rileydragonride070911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3DsvICqKjBk/TiIg3Y3SdmI/AAAAAAAAB8w/1fbZJIPzCns/s320/Rileydragonride070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098620105782882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, then on a dragon roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxVkXkqbk5w/TiIg3mpfPoI/AAAAAAAAB84/kBWkZMCeA0Y/s1600/Jaceride070911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vxVkXkqbk5w/TiIg3mpfPoI/AAAAAAAAB84/kBWkZMCeA0Y/s320/Jaceride070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098623805996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; got on his own tilt-a-whirl ride and loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l8Uc_43PlFI/TiIgqas2TmI/AAAAAAAAB8g/fvjpkgzsKqY/s1600/EvanPrize070911.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/-l8Uc_43PlFI/TiIgqas2TmI/AAAAAAAAB8g/fvjpkgzsKqY/s320/EvanPrize070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098397260566114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evan throwing darts at a balloon to win a prize for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gVJiCL0rVm0/TiIgq3s6nJI/AAAAAAAAB8o/3jmAsqXdnOY/s1600/RileyPrizeNSF070911.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/-gVJiCL0rVm0/TiIgq3s6nJI/AAAAAAAAB8o/3jmAsqXdnOY/s320/RileyPrizeNSF070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098405045476498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Riley did a great job doing the same thing and won his own prize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rWoem14hJVo/TiIgbM5uyaI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/dXduMQguCaM/s1600/SheepNSF070911.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/-rWoem14hJVo/TiIgbM5uyaI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/dXduMQguCaM/s320/SheepNSF070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098135858465186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The boys really wanted to see the animals they had in cages. We saw sheep, hens, chickens, birds, bunnies, and other lovely farm creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWhsCv_93eg/TiIgbfFB71I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DT20wOzqIhc/s1600/Sheep2NSF070911.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/-PWhsCv_93eg/TiIgbfFB71I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/DT20wOzqIhc/s320/Sheep2NSF070911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630098140737695570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought this sheep was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, the reason Justin &amp;amp; Becca brought the boys to RI was for a vacation. But, Evan and Madison were there for a different reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6AUWYAmBv8w/TiIgM6kZxDI/AAAAAAAAB8A/NJVq1jbUZpo/s1600/Evanironman1071011.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/-6AUWYAmBv8w/TiIgM6kZxDI/AAAAAAAAB8A/NJVq1jbUZpo/s320/Evanironman1071011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097890419000370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you see him in the white shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Va-8Ip0k_1M/TiIgNMMWC8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/inuljz3tuyM/s1600/Evanironman2071011.JPG.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/-Va-8Ip0k_1M/TiIgNMMWC8I/AAAAAAAAB8I/inuljz3tuyM/s320/Evanironman2071011.JPG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097895149931458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How about in this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rn8NUahR2fs/TiIf_mrDSwI/AAAAAAAAB74/0Hjpf_6jgcw/s1600/Evanironman3071011.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/-Rn8NUahR2fs/TiIf_mrDSwI/AAAAAAAAB74/0Hjpf_6jgcw/s320/Evanironman3071011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097661739879170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't miss the Half-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Triathlete in this picture!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am so proud of Evan. I can't believe what he did to be able to finish this race and not keel over! 56 miles of biking, one mile swim and a half marathon - UGH. Just thinking about it makes me want to fall over! I was so glad we were all able to be there and see him finish though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2YL84kqJz-Y/TiIfwgYZW5I/AAAAAAAAB7g/LZIxU0yaxmU/s1600/Familyironman1071011.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/-2YL84kqJz-Y/TiIfwgYZW5I/AAAAAAAAB7g/LZIxU0yaxmU/s320/Familyironman1071011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097402352982930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Madison took this picture right after the race... Evan's still standing. I wouldn't be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uo9k5jRQSzQ/TiIfw-bKP6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/J_XC671Ij98/s1600/Familyironman2071011.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/-uo9k5jRQSzQ/TiIfw-bKP6I/AAAAAAAAB7o/J_XC671Ij98/s320/Familyironman2071011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097410417639330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, we got someone to take our picture so Madison could be in it! She had been up with Evan since 4:30 AM and there at every transition to help him... and she's 7 months pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E3ExBeLnUWM/TiIfh8aYVHI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/8hWmr2Pv_Go/s1600/EvanMaison1071011.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/-E3ExBeLnUWM/TiIfh8aYVHI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/8hWmr2Pv_Go/s320/EvanMaison1071011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097152179459186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evan and Madison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uyIbL6ObWY/TiIfiMesDCI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/1xTLXCns9Ko/s1600/Evanironmanbike1071011.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/-7uyIbL6ObWY/TiIfiMesDCI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/1xTLXCns9Ko/s320/Evanironmanbike1071011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630097156492495906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evan with his rental bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, another great thing was being able to celebrate my nephew's fifth birthday! Here's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; blowing out his candles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCrYb3LR4rk/TiIfU2nuGZI/AAAAAAAAB7A/4VeJ5YmVBJw/s1600/Jacebdaycandles071011.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/-hCrYb3LR4rk/TiIfU2nuGZI/AAAAAAAAB7A/4VeJ5YmVBJw/s320/Jacebdaycandles071011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630096927286499730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T6lwnPa0Dj4/TiIfVEJrXxI/AAAAAAAAB7I/i4H93cEQ3uA/s1600/Jacerileybeccabday071011.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/-T6lwnPa0Dj4/TiIfVEJrXxI/AAAAAAAAB7I/i4H93cEQ3uA/s320/Jacerileybeccabday071011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630096930918588178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, Riley and Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day was also beautiful. Actually, the whole weekend was beautiful, but we were able to go to the beach on my last day there. My dad only lives five minutes from it and we had special parking so we don't need to either wait in traffic or have to pay an arm and a leg for parking like other do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew's are FISH! They love the water! I loved being able to watch them and talk to my sister in law at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nB0hlDs7Yik/TiIfG_yhpzI/AAAAAAAAB6w/t0k44-7g-w4/s1600/Rileyocean071111.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/-nB0hlDs7Yik/TiIfG_yhpzI/AAAAAAAAB6w/t0k44-7g-w4/s320/Rileyocean071111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630096689229571890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-seUczYAnpck/TiIfHLl2FuI/AAAAAAAAB64/eYF4FkIy1U4/s1600/Jaceocean071111.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/-seUczYAnpck/TiIfHLl2FuI/AAAAAAAAB64/eYF4FkIy1U4/s320/Jaceocean071111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630096692397610722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Such cute, adorable, well-behaved boys. I truly admire the job my sister in law and brother are doing in raising Riley and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I just wished they lived closer! But, I am also excited for my new niece to arrive in September and she'll only be a mile from me in Arlington!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a wonderful weekend. Playing tennis with my dad, going for a long run along the beach, eating yummy food, sleeping in my old room, and spending time with my brothers and their families, as well as my dad and his wife. I'd do it all over again every weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Evan's inspired me to also take up swimming again. It's easy to do in Nantucket when I have access to two pools. So far, so good. Slow progress, but getting better with my freestyle each time I get in the water to swim laps. I can't wait to see what I am able to do by the end of the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, I LOVE my family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-7420163130922116846?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/7420163130922116846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=7420163130922116846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7420163130922116846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/7420163130922116846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-time-is-best-time.html' title='Family Time is the BEST time! And, CONGRATS Evan!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GqkHGSkGr9s/TiIhbn-k-5I/AAAAAAAAB9g/b70w-9pehiM/s72-c/Monstertruck070911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-3919384263497238773</id><published>2011-07-08T17:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T19:24:59.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three simple letters, one simple word... undefineable meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple words to write, but defining it would take a novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought a lot about what I would want to write in this post,&lt;br /&gt;but figured I didn't have the eloquence in writing to do it justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I thought I would write a summary of what&lt;br /&gt;I have learned from her over the years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/span&gt; This is what I have learned...&lt;br /&gt;not saying that I always do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right is what's right...&lt;br /&gt;no matter what others are doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating dinner as a family is important. It doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;what's served as long as you sit down and eat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK to re-wrap a gift you already received&lt;br /&gt;and have someone think it's new and&lt;br /&gt;a surprise for you when you open it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never hurts to check, re-check, triple check,&lt;br /&gt;and then check again once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can "talk the talk,"&lt;br /&gt;but can you "walk the walk?"&lt;br /&gt;a.k.a "Actions speak louder than words"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking "mental health days" from school and work&lt;br /&gt;and really making the most of it&lt;br /&gt;is TOTALLY acceptable!!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch and a movie, anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service might not always be easy or convenient,&lt;br /&gt;but you'll be much better off after having done it&lt;br /&gt;and so will the person you served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A commitment is a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your cell phone drops a call. Always call them right back.&lt;br /&gt;If not, they might think you died instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, it's important to keep your shirt on&lt;br /&gt;and to hold your horses :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing in German is OK.&lt;br /&gt;Cursing in English is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save all your receipts, emails, paperwork,&lt;br /&gt;and basically anything that won't rot over time.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when you're going to need it again.&lt;br /&gt;You just never know.&lt;br /&gt;And, even though you can't remember&lt;br /&gt;where you put it when you do need it,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have comfort in knowing that it&lt;br /&gt;really is somewhere and you'll find it eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lima Beans are bad.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate is always OK. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be industrious.&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to do/fix things on your own.&lt;br /&gt;Then, teach your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide which battles are worth fighting&lt;br /&gt;and which battles to let go of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British murder mysteries and&lt;br /&gt;listening to newscasters argue on just about anything&lt;br /&gt;is the next best thing to chocolate and heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has one "duck" and he will always&lt;br /&gt;be her "duck" no matter how old he gets. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the only thing you get done during the day&lt;br /&gt;is getting the newspaper read,&lt;br /&gt;you can call it a successful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list could go on and on... but one of the most important things I  have learned from my mother is to be kind to others, especially those  who are different from you or those who are not kind in return. Patience  and understanding are virtues that are irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few things in this life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ever doubted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those is my mother's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday MOM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture taken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ29h6k0K5Y/TheP_es-_lI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jVs9bVDHzZs/s1600/20110703192356_9%2Bcopy%2B1.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/-xZ29h6k0K5Y/TheP_es-_lI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jVs9bVDHzZs/s320/20110703192356_9%2Bcopy%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627124580158996050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at her birthday dinner celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-3919384263497238773?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3919384263497238773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=3919384263497238773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3919384263497238773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3919384263497238773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/07/mom-simple-words-to-write-but-defining.html' title='Three simple letters, one simple word... undefineable meaning'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ29h6k0K5Y/TheP_es-_lI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jVs9bVDHzZs/s72-c/20110703192356_9%2Bcopy%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-4527342307996353373</id><published>2011-07-05T11:55:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T19:45:05.414-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sure is interesting... definitely never dull</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life sure does throw some curve balls when you're least expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An  update: For my job, I am living on Nantucket island this summer. It's a  beautiful place, but it makes coordinating my own life a little  difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of June was very busy getting ready to make the  move for everyone up to the island. I kind of put my personal life on  hold because I knew I'd have the last week in June off. I was looking  forward to doing some day trips, relaxing by the pool, and having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life had other plans. A summary of "vacation" included:&lt;br /&gt;1.  A very, very, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY unplanned and unexpected MOVE&lt;/span&gt;! Yes. That's right.  For reasons I will leave off this blog, I ended up having to pack up my  apartment, as well as find a new apartment, and deal with some extra  drama related to that in a matter of about 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACTUAL  move won't happen till the last weekend in July, but since I'll be  traveling for work I won't be back till the day I have to move! And,  yes, the blessing is that it's only a block away and so I don't have to  rent a UHaul... just a couple of dolly's. So, if you have to move, I  guess this is the best possible scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually another  blessing that I found the apartment that I did. It had been taken off  the market, but I questioned it, and after some checking they notified  me that it was a mistake and was actually on the market! Sweet! I got  it, and I got it at the reduced price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. July 4th was a day to  celebrate our Nation's birthday, which is a wonderful event. But, it was  also the day for a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;funeral for my trusted, mostly reliable, and  ever-faithful companion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4oMFO72faw/ThOfcgHe1eI/AAAAAAAAB6g/toGDqY1ErjY/s1600/DSC00202.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/-a4oMFO72faw/ThOfcgHe1eI/AAAAAAAAB6g/toGDqY1ErjY/s320/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626015671522350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, the Saab's days were limited, but this event sealed the deal even moreso. I am  just grateful my mom hadn't started to get out of the car before we were  hit. I had pulled over to the side to let her out of the car and a guy  who was coming from a cross street pulled out and didn't look (or stop)  before he hit us. I had a sweet headache from the impact for a while  yesterday, but I don't even want to think what would have happened if my  mom had actually started to get out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saab served me well for the past 6 years or so. It's only caused me drama a few times... like when it literally&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; BLEW UP (the engine, that is)&lt;/span&gt; while I was driving on the NJ turnpike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know what - I just realized that in both instances, my fabulous, patient, amazing angel of a mother was with me for that drama as well as for yesterday's drama. And, she got to experience the joy of helping me locate an apartment this week and pack up... when she thought she was coming down for a relaxed, fun visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fN8nSAKmQkk/ThOfDyvpMzI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/xQ8F8WKBxxo/s1600/Philly%2B7%253A29%253A10%2Bmom%2Band%2BI%2Bat%2BZwahlens.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/-fN8nSAKmQkk/ThOfDyvpMzI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/xQ8F8WKBxxo/s320/Philly%2B7%253A29%253A10%2Bmom%2Band%2BI%2Bat%2BZwahlens.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626015247025910578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder if she's ready to throw in the towel and ask for another  daughter... one that doesn't cause her so much worry and drama in her  life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I never thought I would say it, but I was actually relieved to come back to this (despite its own challenges)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QmJzyzg5KPM/ThOfDZT0W4I/AAAAAAAAB6I/TLO3Diit1QQ/s1600/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nbykJJiaF5w/ThOfEPL4kJI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/XZe4eZQXYQY/s1600/Nantucket%2BYacht%2BClub%2B08%253A26%253A10.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/-nbykJJiaF5w/ThOfEPL4kJI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/XZe4eZQXYQY/s320/Nantucket%2BYacht%2BClub%2B08%253A26%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626015254660550802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the rest of the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nScVE_dp70c/ThOd3bTQrtI/AAAAAAAAB5o/FyecwMc9IDU/s1600/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-4527342307996353373?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4527342307996353373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=4527342307996353373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4527342307996353373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4527342307996353373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-sure-is-interesting-definitely.html' title='Life sure is interesting... definitely never dull'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4oMFO72faw/ThOfcgHe1eI/AAAAAAAAB6g/toGDqY1ErjY/s72-c/DSC00202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-5544286986588305671</id><published>2011-05-22T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:23:16.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>after all WE can do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight I attended a fireside by Brad Wilcox. I remember him from my EFY  days and he is a great speaker! Actually, while I was there this  evening I kind of felt like I was back at EFY attending a lecture by him  and I loved it! EFY speakers talk to a sea of youth for about 40  minutes at a time. So, they always start with interesting/funny stories  and have this amazing talent to keep your attention as they talk about  an aspect of the gospel. In many ways, they bring the topic alive for  you or help you understand it/think about it in ways you never have  before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic of his remarks centered on the scripture in 2 Nephi 25:23.  &lt;a name="1301a641a2a0e57c_23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"For we labor diligently to write, to persuade our children, and also our brethren, to believe in Christ, and to be reconciled to God; for we know that it is by grace that we are saved, after all we can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; He focused solely on the last phrase "After All we can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have never really understood this phrase and have always  thought that I just need to work, and work, and work some more before I  even have a chance at returning to live with my Heavenly Father again. I  think there is this fear that I'll miss the mark by 2 points or  something because I didn't really do "ALL" that I could. And, gosh, even  I know if that is true, at this point in my life, I KNOW I wouldn't be  getting into heaven because I've definitely not done ALL I could up to  this point!  But, it's still a thought I've pondered because... don't we  all need to continuously "Put our shoulder to the wheel and push  along"?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this talk was obviously meant for me. Throughout his  remarks, he gave some great examples of how it's the Savior who has  offered us the opportunity to "TOGETHER" (the Savior and I walking  together hand in hand) be saved. He gave this one example... a mother  pays a piano teacher to teach her child. The child can't pay the mother  back in money, and the teacher can't play for the child, but the child  can learn from the teacher and practice in order to "pay" the mother  back by gaining talent in the beautiful musical instrument. She doesn't  expect absolute perfection in her child, but she wants him/her to  practice, try their best, and use the help the piano teacher provides.   That's the way it is for us. The Lord isn't asking us to just be  mediocre and slack off because the Savior will do it all on his own...  or to be absolutely perfect on our own. But, through the grace that the  Savior has given us, he has provided the way that we can return to our  Heavenly Father TOGETHER. First we must try our best to become all we  can "be"... and then TOGETHER (the Savior and I) will be saved after all  WE (The Savior and I) can do. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, he did a much better job explaining it than I ever could.  There's a reason why I am not an EFY speaker! But, at least it makes  sense to me and that bring me peace of mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-5544286986588305671?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/5544286986588305671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=5544286986588305671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5544286986588305671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/5544286986588305671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/05/after-all-we-can-do.html' title='after all WE can do'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8604937374914660302</id><published>2011-05-15T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:11:45.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ireland - March 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've come to accept the fact that my original plan to blog about my AMAZING trip to Ireland just isn't going to happen. This has taken a back seat to more pressing issues, but I still would like to post some of the beautiful pictures and give a brief summary... so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in Dublin and immediately set off for adventure! The idea was to see as much as we could in the short week-long trip! I came prepared with raingear since that is the typical weather for this season... but was pleasantly surprised as the week progressed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4JPMMd6skPU/Tc_qDhnxR8I/AAAAAAAAB40/GCCUwtyttYg/s1600/Malahide%2BCastle%2BSun%2B3%253A5%253A11.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/-4JPMMd6skPU/Tc_qDhnxR8I/AAAAAAAAB40/GCCUwtyttYg/s320/Malahide%2BCastle%2BSun%2B3%253A5%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606957407385241538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, when we landed it was cloudy. We had taken the overnight flight and I was exhausted, but we set off to our first stop - Malahide Castle. And, as we walked along the path to the castle the SUN came out! Or, really, a brief glimpse of it. I was excited none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm8Bh9Tw9Mc/Tc_p0ViAlSI/AAAAAAAAB4c/LMMvN7ixpug/s1600/Malahide%2BCastle%2B3%253A5%253A11.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/-Sm8Bh9Tw9Mc/Tc_p0ViAlSI/AAAAAAAAB4c/LMMvN7ixpug/s320/Malahide%2BCastle%2B3%253A5%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606957146441815330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Malahide Castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3tXdC_GAMyM/Tc_p0jm6SpI/AAAAAAAAB4k/QVk53DnyRWc/s1600/Skerries%2BMill%2BWindmill%2B3%253A5%253A11.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/-3tXdC_GAMyM/Tc_p0jm6SpI/AAAAAAAAB4k/QVk53DnyRWc/s320/Skerries%2BMill%2BWindmill%2B3%253A5%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606957150220470930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then, off to Skerries Mills. It's a unique collection of two windmills and a watermill with an associated mill pond,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and wetlands. The mills were used for grinding corn: wheat oats and barley - wind power complementing water power, particularly in times of drought dating back to 1538. And, they still work! We got a private tour because there were no other visitors there! (One of the benefits of visiting in the off-season!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpkLPz3dZBw/Tc_ozmrD_rI/AAAAAAAAB4M/NOSqFC3pyVg/s1600/Skerries%2BMill%2BWindmill4%2B3%253A5%253A11.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/-YpkLPz3dZBw/Tc_ozmrD_rI/AAAAAAAAB4M/NOSqFC3pyVg/s320/Skerries%2BMill%2BWindmill4%2B3%253A5%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606956034351693490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Windmill #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After this, we were spent. And, after having spent lots of time getting lost, we decided to just go to our hotel and find dinner before dark. Sunday was bound to be another adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2UdfhGPcYTc/Tc_oz2dA1RI/AAAAAAAAB4U/yaZ7LhYF46Q/s1600/Newgrange%2BMegalithic%2BPassage%2BTomb%2Bin%2Bdistance%2B2%2B3%253A6%253A11.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/-2UdfhGPcYTc/Tc_oz2dA1RI/AAAAAAAAB4U/yaZ7LhYF46Q/s320/Newgrange%2BMegalithic%2BPassage%2BTomb%2Bin%2Bdistance%2B2%2B3%253A6%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606956038587733266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday - We checked out early and set off for Newgrange. It's a Megalithic Passage Tomb that was built around 3200 B.C.. In the picture it's the large dome structure in the back top left hand corner. This picture is from the museum for it. The kidney shaped mound covers an area of over one acre and is surrounded by 97 kerbstones, some of which are richly decorated with megalithic art. The 19 meter long inner passage leads to a cruciform chamber with a corbelled roof. It is estimated that the construction of the Passage Tomb at Newgrange would have taken a work force of 300 at least 20 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlfqKC7L8u4/Tc_odUHY-hI/AAAAAAAAB38/qTuenhekdfc/s1600/%2522%2B3%253A6%253A11.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/-ZlfqKC7L8u4/Tc_odUHY-hI/AAAAAAAAB38/qTuenhekdfc/s320/%2522%2B3%253A6%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606955651413113362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next we went to the Hills of Tara. A large area containing ancient monuments, and a former sacred site for kingship rituals. But, also, really just an incredible amount of small "hills". Almost like bunny slopes for a young skier to learn on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOd17fpcAOw/Tc_odnO9p-I/AAAAAAAAB4E/7MzGQQlIdGY/s1600/Hills%2Bof%2BTara%2BSt%2BPeters%2BChruch%2B3%253A6%253A11.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/-iOd17fpcAOw/Tc_odnO9p-I/AAAAAAAAB4E/7MzGQQlIdGY/s320/Hills%2Bof%2BTara%2BSt%2BPeters%2BChruch%2B3%253A6%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606955656545150946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;St. Peter's Church was located on the grounds as well and had an old graveyard associated with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5IbWvyrnFfY/Tc_n_0YVweI/AAAAAAAAB3s/_a8cdhwX-Do/s1600/Clonmacnoise%2BHigh%2BCross%2Boutside%2B3%253A6%253A11.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/-5IbWvyrnFfY/Tc_n_0YVweI/AAAAAAAAB3s/_a8cdhwX-Do/s320/Clonmacnoise%2BHigh%2BCross%2Boutside%2B3%253A6%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606955144678064610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Final tourist stop for the day was Clonmacnoise. This was one of the places I really wanted to visit because I had read about so much of its history. It was created between 545 and 548A.D. The monastery's location helped it become a major center of learning, religion, craftsmanship, and trade by the 9th century. It was visited by many scholars from all over Europe and many of the High Kings of Tara were buried here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvmZe__pNPY/Tc_n_2VaFRI/AAAAAAAAB30/YHdLxULvPmM/s1600/Clonmacnoise%2BCara%2Bby%2Bhigh%2Bcross%2Boutside%2B3%253A6%253A11.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/-MvmZe__pNPY/Tc_n_2VaFRI/AAAAAAAAB30/YHdLxULvPmM/s320/Clonmacnoise%2BCara%2Bby%2Bhigh%2Bcross%2Boutside%2B3%253A6%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606955145202636050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was also my first introduction to a "High Cross" or "Standing Cross". It is a free-standing Christian cross made of stone and richly decorated with symbolism. They often feature a stone ring around the intersection forming a Celtic cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After touring the ruins of the monastery (so cool!!), we headed to our hotel located in a "city" right on the River Shannon where I had my first and last "pub" experience (there really is one on ever corner... or more) and was sad to find out that "Subway" restaurants in Ireland don't offer the same footlong deals that they do in America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday - The sun is OUT! Wahoo. A beautiful day!&lt;br /&gt;Off to Galway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaWivCvwzQM/Tc9NA-AY4hI/AAAAAAAAB3U/poOa3ROx41g/s1600/Galway%2BCara%2Bby%2BRiver%2B030711.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/-KaWivCvwzQM/Tc9NA-AY4hI/AAAAAAAAB3U/poOa3ROx41g/s320/Galway%2BCara%2Bby%2BRiver%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784740139524626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, Saturday we started out in Dublin (eastern Ireland) and by Monday morning we are all the way on the western side of Ireland in Galway (a college town on the water). Very pretty. Sadly many of the museums we wanted to see were closed... because they always are closed on Mondays, but we walked around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x2v4sL8luPE/Tc9M75hWBRI/AAAAAAAAB3E/nycJcpgSJrA/s1600/Galway%2BLife%2Bjacket%2B030711.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/-x2v4sL8luPE/Tc9M75hWBRI/AAAAAAAAB3E/nycJcpgSJrA/s320/Galway%2BLife%2Bjacket%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784653036225810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought this sign was funny.&lt;br /&gt;But, made a good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBb9a_2209g/Tc9M8C14dYI/AAAAAAAAB3M/ti0LYZ8OSVc/s1600/Galway%2Bkeep%2Boff%2Bbridge%2B030711.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/-VBb9a_2209g/Tc9M8C14dYI/AAAAAAAAB3M/ti0LYZ8OSVc/s320/Galway%2Bkeep%2Boff%2Bbridge%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784655538288002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, yep. Thought this sign was a little unnecessary... isn't that obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--r-J-u0U69o/Tc9MyqZNHGI/AAAAAAAAB20/aVsSv7n4MN8/s1600/Galway%2Briver%2B030711.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/--r-J-u0U69o/Tc9MyqZNHGI/AAAAAAAAB20/aVsSv7n4MN8/s320/Galway%2Briver%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784494356733026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A colorful row of homes right on the water.&lt;br /&gt;So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hPhY0qM2aoM/Tc9MysUqhLI/AAAAAAAAB28/UvOUsS9OcMw/s1600/Desmond%2BCastle%2BKinvarra%2B030711.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/-hPhY0qM2aoM/Tc9MysUqhLI/AAAAAAAAB28/UvOUsS9OcMw/s320/Desmond%2BCastle%2BKinvarra%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784494874559666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After Galway, we set off for our drive through the Burren, an Irish word meaning "great rock"... and in a minute you'll see why it's given that title!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, first we drove through Kinvara to see the Dungaire Castle (picture above... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; it is thought to be the most photographed castle in Ireland... and I aided in that thinking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;) and I saw my first thatched roof cottage roof. It was only sitting 2 feet from the main road. I would be scared a drunk driver would drive right in my living room! But, I guess the stone wall would prevent that! Smart thinking to put it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z0kRAz89dDA/Tc9MkVtcyRI/AAAAAAAAB2k/8-uWFbEPy70/s1600/Thatched%2Broof%2Bcottage%2BKinvara%2B030711.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/-z0kRAz89dDA/Tc9MkVtcyRI/AAAAAAAAB2k/8-uWFbEPy70/s320/Thatched%2Broof%2Bcottage%2BKinvara%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784248286333202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttwa0wIHP6g/Tc9MkiU6sfI/AAAAAAAAB2s/2JPJVTA6yY0/s1600/Kinvarra%2BRiver%2Bby%2BDesmond%2BCastle%2B030711.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/-ttwa0wIHP6g/Tc9MkiU6sfI/AAAAAAAAB2s/2JPJVTA6yY0/s320/Kinvarra%2BRiver%2Bby%2BDesmond%2BCastle%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784251673096690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Me sitting next to the Dunguaire Castle in Kinvara. It sits right in Galway Bay and it's a very pretty area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTt-_hOeVDg/Tc9MZ982trI/AAAAAAAAB2U/YQLruLlR5t0/s1600/Desmond%2BCastle%2BRiver%2BKinvarra%2B030711.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove past this sign on our drive to The Burren. Ha. It made me think of Boston, MA being just around the corner! Boston would fit right in, in Ireland. It's got crazy street layouts that don't connect like you think they should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qC3rTn4qBsU/Tc9MaF7hVcI/AAAAAAAAB2c/oYriS-Id5xI/s1600/Boston%2BSign%2Bin%2Bthe%2BBurren%2B030711.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/-qC3rTn4qBsU/Tc9MaF7hVcI/AAAAAAAAB2c/oYriS-Id5xI/s320/Boston%2BSign%2Bin%2Bthe%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606784072251692482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However, this is a picture of the typical crazy signage we had to figure out in Ireland. No wonder we got lost so many times. A slight breeze from the wind could turn the sign in a different direction!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ7U5AzFe_c/Tc9MFGH7rfI/AAAAAAAAB2E/QaOYKMCNEq4/s1600/Typical%2Bcrazy%2Bsignage%2BKinvarra%2B030711.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/-KQ7U5AzFe_c/Tc9MFGH7rfI/AAAAAAAAB2E/QaOYKMCNEq4/s320/Typical%2Bcrazy%2Bsignage%2BKinvarra%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606783711526497778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entering the Burren... you can tell by the ROCKS! It has a Karst topography, which is a landscape shaped by the dissolution of layers of soluble bedrock. &lt;sup id="cite_ref-speleo-glossary_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;In 1651, Edmund Ludlow &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Ludlow" title="Edmund Ludlow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stated, "&lt;i&gt;(Burren)  is a country where there is not enough water to drown a man, wood  enough to hang one, nor earth enough to bury him...... and yet their  cattle are very fat; for the grass growing in turfs of earth, of two or  three foot square, that lie between the rocks, which are of limestone,  is very sweet and nourishing.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true! I also learned that many farmers would let their cows roam here during the winter months and saw herds of them as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-speleo-glossary_0-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karst#cite_note-speleo-glossary-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bSpOf-Tb4K4/Tc9MFU4Nw2I/AAAAAAAAB2M/sgV3rrqU8Oc/s1600/Beautiful%2Bscene%2B3%2BBurren%2B030711.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/-bSpOf-Tb4K4/Tc9MFU4Nw2I/AAAAAAAAB2M/sgV3rrqU8Oc/s320/Beautiful%2Bscene%2B3%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606783715487105890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--XkyWPQWQEM/Tc9L0328RjI/AAAAAAAAB10/uoXhwgqB3T0/s1600/Beautiful%2Bscene%2B7%2BBurren%2B030711.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/--XkyWPQWQEM/Tc9L0328RjI/AAAAAAAAB10/uoXhwgqB3T0/s320/Beautiful%2Bscene%2B7%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606783432819230258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you see the cattle at the top of the hill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z8YzELaAsQs/Tc9L1AUs39I/AAAAAAAAB18/IDeIT7e0ViE/s1600/Beautiful%2Bscene%2B6%2Bburren%2B030711.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/-z8YzELaAsQs/Tc9L1AUs39I/AAAAAAAAB18/IDeIT7e0ViE/s320/Beautiful%2Bscene%2B6%2Bburren%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606783435091533778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pFO2FmfwwT4/Tc9LkSmQfFI/AAAAAAAAB1k/Duy48CkVmL4/s1600/Burren%2BStorm%2Bapproaching%2B030711.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/-pFO2FmfwwT4/Tc9LkSmQfFI/AAAAAAAAB1k/Duy48CkVmL4/s320/Burren%2BStorm%2Bapproaching%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606783147939232850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looks like a storm was coming,&lt;br /&gt;but we never had any rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9HnPhs6-iKY/Tc9Lknmdz4I/AAAAAAAAB1s/s70C2EZuYy4/s1600/Crazy%2BStreet%2BParking%2B030711.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/-9HnPhs6-iKY/Tc9Lknmdz4I/AAAAAAAAB1s/s70C2EZuYy4/s320/Crazy%2BStreet%2BParking%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606783153577250690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Typical Ireland parking.&lt;br /&gt;Totally would confuse me as to which side&lt;br /&gt;of the road I was then driving on if I did this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srj7NUJaad4/Tc9LUppCfGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/IMby_rJ3BD8/s1600/Poulnabrone%2BDolmen%2BBurren%2B030711.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/-Srj7NUJaad4/Tc9LUppCfGI/AAAAAAAAB1U/IMby_rJ3BD8/s320/Poulnabrone%2BDolmen%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606782879247006818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poulnabrone Dolmen is a portal tomb in the Burren dating back to the Neolithic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neolithic" title="Neolithic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;period, probably between 4200 BC to 2900 BC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-65isbnIAyvY/Tc9LU47DYUI/AAAAAAAAB1c/NTrSZqiW770/s1600/Temple%2BCronan%2BBurren%2B2%2B030711.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/-65isbnIAyvY/Tc9LU47DYUI/AAAAAAAAB1c/NTrSZqiW770/s320/Temple%2BCronan%2BBurren%2B2%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606782883349094722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Temple Cronan, The Burren&lt;br /&gt;A chapel built over a sacred spring, or "holy well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpvyFpceIIY/Tc9K7YvcscI/AAAAAAAAB1E/iD3sP_Eu_UE/s1600/Kilmacdaugh%2Bchurch%2Band%2Bhigh%2Bcrosses%2B030711.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/-qpvyFpceIIY/Tc9K7YvcscI/AAAAAAAAB1E/iD3sP_Eu_UE/s320/Kilmacdaugh%2Bchurch%2Band%2Bhigh%2Bcrosses%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606782445213757890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our final stop on the tour of The Burren was at the Kilmacdaugh Monastery. One of the significant features of this monastery is the slim 30 meter tall round tower! It's doorway is 7 meters above ground level!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hsbFY-SYQzk/Tc9K7aF3y0I/AAAAAAAAB08/bY1IhvAYwdg/s1600/Temple%2BCronan%2BBurren%2B2%2B030711.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbhtm4zDstQ/Tc9K7tQ1TiI/AAAAAAAAB1M/TZRa_o0Do6Q/s1600/Kilmacdaugh%2BRound%2BTower%2Band%2Bsky%2B030711.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/-nbhtm4zDstQ/Tc9K7tQ1TiI/AAAAAAAAB1M/TZRa_o0Do6Q/s320/Kilmacdaugh%2BRound%2BTower%2Band%2Bsky%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606782450722491938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tall tower :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We headed back to our hotel for dinner and some google mapping out our next day. (I highly recommend a GPS for anyone doing this in the future!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: We checked out of hotel to head south down to Cork, but stopped a few places along the way. First stop was the Bunratty Castle and Folk Park. So Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Folk Park brings to life a 19th century village. Here are some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iIGz59q0IBw/Tc9EquqwZoI/AAAAAAAAB0s/QoWFX1UbYC0/s1600/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2Bcattle%2BBed%2Binside%2Bhouse%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-iIGz59q0IBw/Tc9EquqwZoI/AAAAAAAAB0s/QoWFX1UbYC0/s320/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2Bcattle%2BBed%2Binside%2Bhouse%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775561972115074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was a servant or peasants house... where, yes, their livestock lived in the house with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2BhH7TBnJY/Tc9Eqzd_U-I/AAAAAAAAB00/-3DgcCFvRjU/s1600/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BMom%2Bby%2Bcooking%2Bstove%2B%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-z2BhH7TBnJY/Tc9Eqzd_U-I/AAAAAAAAB00/-3DgcCFvRjU/s320/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BMom%2Bby%2Bcooking%2Bstove%2B%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775563260744674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The cooking area&lt;br /&gt;Some nice dishes... in my opinion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WvZOIy7w7Bc/Tc9EZ9gsU4I/AAAAAAAAB0c/GLYIEuobGFk/s1600/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2Bupstairs%2Bwithout%2Bstairs3%253A8%253A11.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/-WvZOIy7w7Bc/Tc9EZ9gsU4I/AAAAAAAAB0c/GLYIEuobGFk/s320/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2Bupstairs%2Bwithout%2Bstairs3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775273898660738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, that is a bedroom up there! Space was tight! They had a rolling ladder that was moved to the side of the room when not needed. Sounds like a perfect way to torture a sibling or punish a child that wouldn't behave. Stick them up there and move the ladder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AWnyHexwcL0/Tc9EaFnAOvI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qpsIIj1IYjw/s1600/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BCastle%2Bfrom%2Bfront%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-AWnyHexwcL0/Tc9EaFnAOvI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qpsIIj1IYjw/s320/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BCastle%2Bfrom%2Bfront%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606775276072614642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The CASTLE!&lt;br /&gt;The Castle is the most complete and authentic medieval fortress in  Ireland.  Built in 1425 it was restored in 1954 to its former medieval  splendor and now contains mainly 15th and 16th century furnishings,  tapestries, and works of art which capture the mood of those times.&lt;br /&gt;It even hosts medieval dinners for guests in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QGFnnMCeGO8/Tc9EDRJVAdI/AAAAAAAAB0M/j8nAC5rJoNU/s1600/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BMom%2Band%2BI%2Binside%2BCastle%2Blunchroom%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-QGFnnMCeGO8/Tc9EDRJVAdI/AAAAAAAAB0M/j8nAC5rJoNU/s320/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BMom%2Band%2BI%2Binside%2BCastle%2Blunchroom%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606774884032381394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The inside dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;I climbed all the way to the tippy-top!&lt;br /&gt;It's a long way up some very narrow steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-poQByGGvlzU/Tc9EDt1yDsI/AAAAAAAAB0U/6BHFAptYg8s/s1600/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BBlue%2Bthatched%2Broof%2Bhouse%2B2%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-poQByGGvlzU/Tc9EDt1yDsI/AAAAAAAAB0U/6BHFAptYg8s/s320/Bunratty%2BFolk%2BPark%2BBlue%2Bthatched%2Broof%2Bhouse%2B2%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606774891735027394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was one of the houses in the village.&lt;br /&gt;A pretty shade of blue, I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0BKfF-3U4c/Tc9DGXheNOI/AAAAAAAABz0/Imu_weesYXE/s1600/Rock%2Bof%2BCashel%2Bfrom%2BHore%2BAbbey%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-y0BKfF-3U4c/Tc9DGXheNOI/AAAAAAAABz0/Imu_weesYXE/s320/Rock%2Bof%2BCashel%2Bfrom%2BHore%2BAbbey%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606773837772240098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Rock of Cashel.&lt;br /&gt;This is a tourist trap. It was expensive to get in to and not worth it at all! It is under renovation, but still. Very disappointing. Many of the things we saw for free were much cooler than this. The one great thing about it was the views from its grounds since it sits on a huge hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cwKgwT1HZiU/Tc9CoodHq3I/AAAAAAAABzk/nj4e1Sknyvk/s1600/Rock%2Bof%2BCashel%2Bview%2Bof%2Bgrounds%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-cwKgwT1HZiU/Tc9CoodHq3I/AAAAAAAABzk/nj4e1Sknyvk/s320/Rock%2Bof%2BCashel%2Bview%2Bof%2Bgrounds%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606773326921313138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvYAiNhQ00o/Tc9CodQLlRI/AAAAAAAABzc/t_Emg3JctqU/s1600/Hore%2BAbbey%2Bby%2BRock%2Bof%2BCashel%2B3%253A8%253A11.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/-OvYAiNhQ00o/Tc9CodQLlRI/AAAAAAAABzc/t_Emg3JctqU/s320/Hore%2BAbbey%2Bby%2BRock%2Bof%2BCashel%2B3%253A8%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606773323914253586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the Hore Abbey which was just below the Rock of Cashel. It was free to get in to and much cooler to walk through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The rest of the day we continued our drive to Cork and to find our hotel. Ha, that was an adventure. And, I won't even mention how LOST we got trying to get back to our hotel after dinner. However, many, many Irish folks tried to help us find our way! One guy even walked over two blocks to meet us again to help us get on the right road. Ugh... an hour or so later we returned. It should have been an 8-10 min drive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday: We set off for Skibbereen Heritage Center. This is a really cool museum about the Irish Potato Famine and does a great job of helping the guest understand life for the Irish people in that area in the 1840s. However, the other "gem" we found at this museum was their volunteer "Terri". She was absolutely LOVELY and so fun to talk to! And, she told us all the things we should stop and see on our drive over to the Cobh Heritage Center. All of the "gems" she told us to see were not in any tourist book! LOVE THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive she took us on followed the coast. So, on this sunny day we were constantly in awe of the very pretty coastline and the small towns we saw along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First stop: Drombeg Stone Circle&lt;br /&gt;A.K.A. Ireland's Stone Henge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tHn1SE1H8rc/Tc9A1D01GBI/AAAAAAAABzM/H7OaQDHV-5E/s1600/Drombeg%2BStone%2BCircle%2Bview%2B%2B2%2B3%253A9%253A11.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/-tHn1SE1H8rc/Tc9A1D01GBI/AAAAAAAABzM/H7OaQDHV-5E/s320/Drombeg%2BStone%2BCircle%2Bview%2B%2B2%2B3%253A9%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606771341403691026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing views as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mk0jcLKpqPU/Tc9A1V3f35I/AAAAAAAABzU/hN7VQ-1Vbdw/s1600/Drombeg%2BStone%2BCircle%2Bview%2B5%2Bwith%2BCara%2Bbetween%2Bmale%2B%2526%2Bfemale%2Bstone%2B3%253A9%253A11.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/-mk0jcLKpqPU/Tc9A1V3f35I/AAAAAAAABzU/hN7VQ-1Vbdw/s320/Drombeg%2BStone%2BCircle%2Bview%2B5%2Bwith%2BCara%2Bbetween%2Bmale%2B%2526%2Bfemale%2Bstone%2B3%253A9%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606771346246721426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Standing between the male and female stone&lt;br /&gt;and opposite the mid-point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7D8sFHRFXyw/Tc9AjADF6iI/AAAAAAAABy8/salXzlzyHrk/s1600/Skibberean-Cobh%2Bcoastline%2B3%2Bwith%2BCara%2B3%253A9%253A11.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/-7D8sFHRFXyw/Tc9AjADF6iI/AAAAAAAABy8/salXzlzyHrk/s320/Skibberean-Cobh%2Bcoastline%2B3%2Bwith%2BCara%2B3%253A9%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606771031152126498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the pretty towns we drove through&lt;br /&gt;So quaint and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;You would think no one lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--yEXe4vpJAM/Tc9AixfXx6I/AAAAAAAABy0/-YNdxkEwAMA/s1600/Crazy%2Bcar%2Bparking%2B1.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/--yEXe4vpJAM/Tc9AixfXx6I/AAAAAAAABy0/-YNdxkEwAMA/s320/Crazy%2Bcar%2Bparking%2B1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606771027244205986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just laughed every time I saw cars parked like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XNmitdGe6EY/Tc9AjcpVwMI/AAAAAAAABzE/pS79M6JUPHg/s1600/Skibberean-Cobh%2Bcoastline%2B5.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/-XNmitdGe6EY/Tc9AjcpVwMI/AAAAAAAABzE/pS79M6JUPHg/s320/Skibberean-Cobh%2Bcoastline%2B5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606771038828740802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We spent the rest of the day at the Cobh Heritage Center and in Cobh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday: We had to make the long drive back to Dublin because we flew out early the next morning, but we stopped at a few places along the way! This was also one of my favorite's from the trip. Again, totally free to get in and walk around... and AMAZING views! Rock of Dunmase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ob5bIgEQmsI/Tc89pgJtVII/AAAAAAAAByk/kMm28HOvkBk/s1600/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2Blooking%2Bdown%2Bon%2B2nd%2Bruin%2B031011.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/-Ob5bIgEQmsI/Tc89pgJtVII/AAAAAAAAByk/kMm28HOvkBk/s320/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2Blooking%2Bdown%2Bon%2B2nd%2Bruin%2B031011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606767844314141826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just LOVED the green and rolling hills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C0pCraEiNBQ/Tc89pnsoHdI/AAAAAAAAByc/Y2UfdyJTWfo/s1600/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2Bview%2B2%2B031011.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/-C0pCraEiNBQ/Tc89pnsoHdI/AAAAAAAAByc/Y2UfdyJTWfo/s320/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2Bview%2B2%2B031011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606767846339648978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ruJ9fa11iGk/Tc89peh5oPI/AAAAAAAAByU/CgBR9VTSNTM/s1600/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2Bview%2B5%2B031011.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/-ruJ9fa11iGk/Tc89peh5oPI/AAAAAAAAByU/CgBR9VTSNTM/s320/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2Bview%2B5%2B031011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606767843878740210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o5Tbg1xhcJU/Tc89p9pu-fI/AAAAAAAABys/6es_d3AqWto/s1600/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2BCara%2Bon%2Bcliff%2B031011.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/-o5Tbg1xhcJU/Tc89p9pu-fI/AAAAAAAABys/6es_d3AqWto/s320/Rock%2Bof%2BDunamase%2BCara%2Bon%2Bcliff%2B031011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606767852233095666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, then this is still me at the same place as the pictures above. Storms roll in quickly so we took the picture before it started pouring! We were so lucky with weather and never got caught in the rain when we were out and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Thursday we spent getting to our hotel by the Dublin airport and just enjoying one last evening in this beautiful country! 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I am a  believer that certain people are placed in your life when you need them,  and I think this is true of the friends I have met and made throughout  my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Friends are the most important ingredient in this recipe of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My college years at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; were incredible. I loved it  and am so grateful I had the opportunity to attend it. But, certain  things happened during the Fall of my Sophomore year that rattled my  comfort zone and the life I had built at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;... and I found myself very  alone and in need of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't remember all the details  of how it all happened, but I had known from the start of the semester  that there was (what appeared to me) a very fun and active group of  girls living on the other side of my apartment building in two different  apartments. I didn't have enough courage to just go over and introduce  myself and hope that they would invite me in. So, instead, I tried to  strategically place myself in areas where I would possibly get a chance  to know one or two of them. Ha, Ha! Embarrassing to admit now, but I  REALLY wanted to be friends with them. They seemed SO COOL and that they  were all having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, again, I don't remember all the silly  things I tried, but the Lord was watching over me and I did become  friends with all of them. And, this blessing dramatically affected the  rest of my years at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; for the better... as well as my life since then!  I LOVE that even though many miles separate us, we are still able to  keep in touch thank to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I ended up getting to know  two of the girls (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; and Nancy) in one apartment first and this led  to getting to know all of their friends as well! Months down the road, I  ended up moving in with these two girls and the rest is history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I  was able to go to Phoenix about three years ago to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; and her  cute family, and ever since we've always talked about how I need to come  back and visit, or she needs to come to the east! Finally, around  Christmas time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; decided 2011 was her year to come visit the east  coast for the first time in her life! We talked about some dates, and  decided that this past week would be the best time. Why put it off?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well,  she flew home this afternoon and I can't even express how much fun and  how wonderful it was to have her visit! We've both obviously grown up a  bit... look a little older... and have become a lot more responsible  than we were in college :) BUT talking with her and being with her is  just like we never moved thousands of miles from each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little summary of our trip: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn't take off of work since I had all last week off, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; got  to hang out with me and the kids! She flew in Wed, but sadly I had to work late... and fortunately another of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; friends who lives in this area was free (!!) so they got to hang out. I felt bad I couldn't pick her up at the airport, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; was excited to take a train and a subway for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I picked her up on Thursday morning and off we went to do some errands for the family. Thursday was a little atypical in the afternoon because I had to keep the kids out of the house after school until 7 pm -  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, so we played with them at the school playground and then came to my  apartment for dinner and a movie! We ordered pizza and enjoyed some (scary!!) kid  movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I asked one of the kids to take a picture of us. Shaky 8 year old hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16HOrw-6iII/TYeBCPvkWEI/AAAAAAAAByM/NtHvqyLs2IU/s1600/Cara%2Band%2BMaylene%2BThursday%2Bby%2BTV%2B3%253A17%253A11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16HOrw-6iII/TYeBCPvkWEI/AAAAAAAAByM/NtHvqyLs2IU/s320/Cara%2Band%2BMaylene%2BThursday%2Bby%2BTV%2B3%253A17%253A11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586575738362157122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After we dropped the kids off at home, we came back to watch the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;  game. Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cougs&lt;/span&gt;! But, sadly, I am not able to stay up as late as I did in  college and a few early mornings this week had me falling asleep at  8:40 PM - right at the start of the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; half! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; was able to watch  the rest though :) She must have thought I lead a sad, sad life given how early I went to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday was BUSY! The kids had their  first day of spring break, and I had invited two of their friends to  join us on our adventures that day  - so we had 5 kids total (I was SO glad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; was there!). We had a ton of fun going to the  Dulles Air and Space Museum and then to this "House of Bounce" where  they have about ten huge inflatable structures for the kids to run  around and jump on. They ran and played tag between the different bounce structures for almost 90 minutes! I was exhausted watching them. Fortunately, they have some gossip magazines for parents to sit and read while waiting... so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; and I caught up on all our celebrity gossip :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had a picnic lunch and then some down time before  taking the twins to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Tae&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kwon&lt;/span&gt; Do. Then home for baths and dinner. It was  a VERY full day, but it was so fun to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; there. The kids  loved her, and she kept me calm when my patience level was at zero :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After  work, I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; to see the DC temple. It was a beautiful night!  Inside the visitor center they had a really pretty art display. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u62b8JQqi1g/TYeBB31k_2I/AAAAAAAAByE/7GRrNwny6y8/s1600/Maylene%2Bby%2BDC%2BTemple%2B3%253A18%253A2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u62b8JQqi1g/TYeBB31k_2I/AAAAAAAAByE/7GRrNwny6y8/s320/Maylene%2Bby%2BDC%2BTemple%2B3%253A18%253A2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586575731944914786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2a-fFAwZp4/TYeAv3_sA-I/AAAAAAAABx8/RM6OQoKxfwg/s1600/Cara%2Band%2BMaylene%2Bby%2BDC%2BTemple%2B3%253A18%253A2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a2a-fFAwZp4/TYeAv3_sA-I/AAAAAAAABx8/RM6OQoKxfwg/s320/Cara%2Band%2BMaylene%2Bby%2BDC%2BTemple%2B3%253A18%253A2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586575422749672418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, then... the moment I had been waiting three (3!) years for. I was so fortunate that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; was willing to make her famous  fajitas for us for dinner later on! Oh yum! No one can make them as good as her with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;fixins&lt;/span&gt;! She's a master chef in the kitchen!  They were so yummy and there was enough for many leftovers! We ended our evening with a lovely chic flick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday  was another eventful day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; had never been in to downtown DC. It was fun to see her look at everything and ask questions as we drove all over! There is quite a history here... and although I don't know much, it was fun to share with her what I had learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We  knew we didn't have too  much time, but we got to see the White House  Visitor Center. Then, we walked over to the White House... or as close  as you could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDWH94F0jtU/TYeAvZSzSXI/AAAAAAAABx0/_Rbqe59xKTc/s1600/White%2BHouse%2B1%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDWH94F0jtU/TYeAvZSzSXI/AAAAAAAABx0/_Rbqe59xKTc/s320/White%2BHouse%2B1%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586575414508341618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at the snipers or the secret service on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;Security is TIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJXb9W3DSkU/TYeAaFyumtI/AAAAAAAABxs/4w8cJHdV9ng/s1600/White%2BHouse%2BGarden%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJXb9W3DSkU/TYeAaFyumtI/AAAAAAAABxs/4w8cJHdV9ng/s320/White%2BHouse%2BGarden%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586575048496290514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the "famous" garden that Michelle Obama has growing on the White House lawn to promote her healthy eating campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ud9e9s8dds/TYeAZgE_8-I/AAAAAAAABxk/pVVLExRCGR4/s1600/White%2BHouse%2BCara%2Band%2Bmaylene%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Ud9e9s8dds/TYeAZgE_8-I/AAAAAAAABxk/pVVLExRCGR4/s320/White%2BHouse%2BCara%2Band%2Bmaylene%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586575038372377570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Afterward, we headed over a few more blocks to the Smithsonian  American Art Museum and Portrait Gallery. I had also never been here  before, but was very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I seriously thought this person was REAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had to walk up close to make sure she wasn't!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iA_MeVSib3c/TYeAErFy7yI/AAAAAAAABxc/ipwHtchxMbs/s1600/Portrait%2BGallery%2Breal%2Bperson%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iA_MeVSib3c/TYeAErFy7yI/AAAAAAAABxc/ipwHtchxMbs/s320/Portrait%2BGallery%2Breal%2Bperson%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574680551255842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next it was on to lunch at one of the closet places to Mexican Food we have here in DC... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Baja&lt;/span&gt; Fresh!" Yum.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And,  then on to Mount Vernon. The home of George and Martha Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Again, since it was such a beautiful day we  were so lucky to have the opportunity to walk ALL over it. They have done such a great job with the museum and the upkeep of all the history there in order to share it with visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rsHPyssXFB4/TYeAEHgYhyI/AAAAAAAABxU/KcNW7Cncd_Q/s1600/Mt.%2BVernon%2BMaylene%2Bat%2BBridge3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rsHPyssXFB4/TYeAEHgYhyI/AAAAAAAABxU/KcNW7Cncd_Q/s320/Mt.%2BVernon%2BMaylene%2Bat%2BBridge3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574670999095074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A wooden bridge we walked over to get to the slave quarters and farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abiHBp0xlN8/TYd_vAhMBBI/AAAAAAAABxM/LTj7npw7Xzg/s1600/Mt.%2BVernon%2BGW%2Btomb%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-abiHBp0xlN8/TYd_vAhMBBI/AAAAAAAABxM/LTj7npw7Xzg/s320/Mt.%2BVernon%2BGW%2Btomb%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574308346168338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tomb of George Washington and 25 of his family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxSaKZT9z0M/TYd_urRH3GI/AAAAAAAABxE/fHZQIg3HiqU/s1600/Mt.%2BVernon%2BGW%2Band%2BMW%2Bin%2Btomb%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxSaKZT9z0M/TYd_urRH3GI/AAAAAAAABxE/fHZQIg3HiqU/s320/Mt.%2BVernon%2BGW%2Band%2BMW%2Bin%2Btomb%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586574302641642594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The actual tombs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; and MW. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;GW&lt;/span&gt; on the right and MW on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBdfv2i6Ilg/TYd_WAYB3ZI/AAAAAAAABw8/0ID6M9kXrQQ/s1600/Mt.%2BVernon%2BMaylene%2Bin%2Bfront%2Bof%2Bhouse%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBdfv2i6Ilg/TYd_WAYB3ZI/AAAAAAAABw8/0ID6M9kXrQQ/s320/Mt.%2BVernon%2BMaylene%2Bin%2Bfront%2Bof%2Bhouse%2B3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586573878811024786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; in front of the house right before we took a tour of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj3Xv1PZfYM/TYd_NN-5cbI/AAAAAAAABw0/l8TDGVTklx4/s1600/Mt.%2BVernon%2BCara%2Band%2BMaylene%2Bin%2Bfront%2Bof%2Bhouse%2B%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj3Xv1PZfYM/TYd_NN-5cbI/AAAAAAAABw0/l8TDGVTklx4/s320/Mt.%2BVernon%2BCara%2Band%2BMaylene%2Bin%2Bfront%2Bof%2Bhouse%2B%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586573727844889010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2ZFerltgro/TYd-3x-lbPI/AAAAAAAABws/4v25XDuzHCA/s1600/Mt.%2BVernon%2BCara%2Band%2BMaylene%2BPotomac%2Bin%2Bbackground3%253A19%253A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--2ZFerltgro/TYd-3x-lbPI/AAAAAAAABws/4v25XDuzHCA/s320/Mt.%2BVernon%2BCara%2Band%2BMaylene%2BPotomac%2Bin%2Bbackground3%253A19%253A11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586573359550131442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the view from the back of his home in Mount Vernon. So pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday night we went to my ward activity for a bit and then back home to watch more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; basketball and another chic flick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a very fun, eventful and unforgettable few days. I am so grateful for friends who... even though the miles may be far between us... when we talk or get together... it's like we were never apart! Saying goodbye was sad, but it makes me look fwd to our next visit even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Maylene&lt;/span&gt; is truly a friend that fits this category:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"A Friend is someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-1961209348737511031?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1961209348737511031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=1961209348737511031' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1961209348737511031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1961209348737511031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/03/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16HOrw-6iII/TYeBCPvkWEI/AAAAAAAAByM/NtHvqyLs2IU/s72-c/Cara%2Band%2BMaylene%2BThursday%2Bby%2BTV%2B3%253A17%253A11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-3289166313080021830</id><published>2011-03-13T19:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:52:37.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive... and musings from today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a while since I've posted anything... and that was made even  more aware to me when a friend emailed me to make sure I was still alive  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's a huge relief &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(especially to me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,  I am just in awe that it's already the middle of March. WHEW. Where did the time go?  I'm happy  winter is on its way out (and even happier I spent the winter in DC and  NOT Boston where they got pounded with snow!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been  busy. I've had a nice balance of working a ton of hours, but then  getting some significant time off while the family I work for took two vacations.  The nice part of my job is that I also get to take vacations when they  do (and not with them!) I went home for one of them, and went to here  for the other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7E5Gz6Zl3R8/TX1UXOyVjzI/AAAAAAAABwk/YcbAKf7zO1c/s1600/Boston%2BSign%2Bin%2Bthe%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7E5Gz6Zl3R8/TX1UXOyVjzI/AAAAAAAABwk/YcbAKf7zO1c/s320/Boston%2BSign%2Bin%2Bthe%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583711871092231986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ha, ha! Not Boston, but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebaoxS2yVBI/TX1UW0tW2kI/AAAAAAAABwc/hdG_DtF22jY/s1600/Beautiful%2BScene%2B4%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ebaoxS2yVBI/TX1UW0tW2kI/AAAAAAAABwc/hdG_DtF22jY/s320/Beautiful%2BScene%2B4%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583711864092023362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;THE EMERALD ISLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it was absolutely wonderful! The best weather I could have asked for, the nicest people we met along the way, and I couldn't ask for a better, more patient, and fun travel companion :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more pictures soon. All I have to say is... I can't wait to go back! It was my first time overseas, and I decided to go only 5 weeks before... so a lot of  my "spare" time was spent in reading travel websites and books about what to do and see! It was well worth it! We stayed away from most of the cities and "touristy" stuff and got to see/experience the true beauty of the country! It is simply a magical/beautiful country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming home has been a bit hard with the time change, and the added bonus of "Springing our clocks forward an hour!", but life goes on. With the busyness of trip planning and work, I had kind of put my life on hold. Now that I am back... it's kind of staring me in the face and making me a bit fearful and anxious in certain areas. I read this &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://speeches.byu.edu/reader/reader.php?id=684"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; today and it helped me refocus my thoughts, which brought me peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this quote stuck out to me like it was flashing on the page in bright lights and I've been pondering the reality of it all day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elder Neal A. Maxwell has said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The issue for us is trusting God enough to trust also His timing. If  we can truly believe He has our welfare at heart, may we not let His  plans unfold as He thinks best? The same is true with the second coming  and with all those matters wherein our faith needs to include faith in  the Lord's timing for us personally, not just in His overall plans and  purposes.&lt;/i&gt; [&lt;i&gt;Even As I Am&lt;/i&gt; (Salt Lake City: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deseret&lt;/span&gt; Book, 1982), 93]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I do believe that Heavenly Father has my best interest and welfare at heart, but it's hard not seeing the future from the present. Looking back, I can clearly see his hand in my life, but my faith often lacks and doubt enters when I think about the future. If he hasn't abandoned me yet... why would he now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can I just remember this and let faith replace my doubt?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-3289166313080021830?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/3289166313080021830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=3289166313080021830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3289166313080021830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/3289166313080021830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-still-alive-and-musings-from-today.html' title='I&apos;m still alive... and musings from today'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7E5Gz6Zl3R8/TX1UXOyVjzI/AAAAAAAABwk/YcbAKf7zO1c/s72-c/Boston%2BSign%2Bin%2Bthe%2BBurren%2B030711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-1620420606772584835</id><published>2011-01-09T19:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:48:31.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just sayin'... this was written for me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2011/jan/01/how-to-better-person-2011"&gt;Abandon Resolutions. Stop looking for a soulmate. Reject Positive Thinking... Our new year issue kicks off with advice on how to be a better person in 2011 (and it's not what you think!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How have I done so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Abandon your new year resolutions - today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, since I never made any,&lt;br /&gt;I am good to go with this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. Stop Looking for your soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yes. Right now the only thing on my&lt;br /&gt;"list of qualifications in my future husband" is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"must be male" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much downsized the list since&lt;br /&gt;I made it in Young Womens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. Overhaul your information diet (but don't starve)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm OK with this... I think... but it does suck you in! Why do I care that someone's eating a sandwich for lunch and feels the need to tell the world about it?! Becoming more conscious of how much time I spend on it... but there is always room for improvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Self-improvement - Track your personal data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is one I want to start doing.&lt;br /&gt;Where does my day go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Volunteer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Need to do more, but I already volunteer in the kids school during the week and try to when opportunities come up in my church. But, always can do more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6. Reject Positive Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I semi-agree with this one. I agree with the work ethic in that sometimes you "just need to do it" and not wait till you feel like it because I never feel like shoveling my car out, but I can only procrastinate so long. However, the only way I can finish a run sometimes is to tell myself over and over in my head "I can do this. I am almost there!" (Even if it's a lie... but hey, it keeps me going and I say it over and over so it kind of becomes like a song!) Positive Thinking can be beneficial, but I can also see how it can be damaging. Depends on the situation. But, I am not going to reject it completely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Make dinner, make furniture, make effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I TOTALLY agree with this one except when it comes to cooking. I usually feel like I've conquered the world when I assemble a piece of furniture or work hard at something. But, the feeling does not come with cooking. Sorry, I've tried. I have felt slight satisfaction when I am cooking for someone else... but never for just myself. How can I change that one?? Any ideas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;8. Don't take frugality too far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Totally agree with this one as well. Life is passing quickly and if I don't take the opportunity now... when is it going to be a better time to let's say... jump out of a plane! Or, go in a hot air balloon! I'm never going to regret leaving work early one day... but I can think of many things I will look back on and regret if I don't do them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;9. Befriend your friends' friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Totally agree with this one as well... working on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;10. Creativity - make one small change to your workplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a plan for this and I need to implement it! Since I don't have an "office space" and can't change the family's house... I'll focus on my living space. My roommate gave me an old desk. I have the primer and sand paper to start refurbishing it... but keep putting it off! I'll go back and read numbers 6 &amp;amp; 7 now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, maybe this post will be my new years resolution (which I won't abandon!)... and I'll report how I did next December. Here we go 2011!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-1620420606772584835?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/1620420606772584835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=1620420606772584835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1620420606772584835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/1620420606772584835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-just-sayin-this-was-written-for-me.html' title='I&apos;m just sayin&apos;... this was written for me :)'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-6713952727846458572</id><published>2010-12-29T20:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:58:36.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the MOST wonderful time of the year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; the Fall season and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;PART&lt;/span&gt; of Winter. I say &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;PART&lt;/span&gt;, because it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t even start until December 20&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; something and then I &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; like winter up through January 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love Fall for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;vibrant&lt;/span&gt; colors of the changing leaves, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pumpkins&lt;/span&gt; and other such things relating to the harvest season, the &lt;i&gt;slight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Chill&lt;/span&gt; that enters the air AND for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;college football season&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt; is also a wonderful time to spend with family and friends and to think of the many blessings in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, I think I love the month of December more than any other month! I LOVE the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Holiday &lt;/span&gt;season!! And, here’s why. My top ten:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10. The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"cheer"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; in the air... for the most part people are nicer this time of year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Holiday movies that bring back memories of my childhood &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(like Frosty the Snowman)&lt;/span&gt; or just make me laugh and laugh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(ELF!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Receiving &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas cards&lt;/span&gt; in the mail with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;pictures and updates&lt;/span&gt; on friends/extended family that I don't get to talk to as often&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Decorating&lt;/span&gt; and the holiday decorations and sitting in front of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fire place with the lights off &lt;/span&gt;except for the tree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The yummy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;food and treats&lt;/span&gt; :)... and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;holiday parties&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The chance to think about what others &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;buy&lt;/span&gt; it for them without them wondering why you did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A quiet day at home with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;family/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and knowing I don't have ANY reason to be running errands or out and about&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Music!! I could listen all day long. I have a special place in my heart for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O Holy Night&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Carol of the Bells&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; coming together or talking for a while on the phone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drumroll&lt;/span&gt; please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The number 1 reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus Christ&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  He has brought meaning to my (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt;) mortal existence and has given us the gift of eternal life! His is the perfect example of how I should live and it is because of him that I can feel hope, peace and joy not only during the Christmas season... but all year long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There’s just some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“magic”&lt;/span&gt; about this season… and I think it comes down to people letting the “Spirit of Christ” enter their heart... whether they believe in Him or not! It changes people and I think it’s a ripple effect. The change in one person’s heart and outlook, changes another, etc. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This December was just incredible for me and I feel very blessed. Here are some pictures to show some of the highlights, but really, when it comes down to it, the magic and wonder of Christmas is, for me, everything included in my top ten list… with number one being the best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A couple of friends of mine organized the most elegant and fun Christmas party I have been to (ever, maybe). It was held at a beautiful home in Potomac, MD where there were more rooms on the first floor than rooms in my whole house! It was beautifully decorated for the holidays, and there were place settings for all 30 of us! I felt it such an honor to be invited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to wear our "best dress". Well, that slightly panicked me because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't own a dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Crazy, huh? I own lots of skirts, nice sweaters and shirts, but no dresses, especially no fancy ones. I always have problems finding one that is the right length and not too short. It seems like the cute knee length dresses always fall way to short for me. And, because I wear jeans and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;warmups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to work, my wardrobe has not needed any adjustments! So, I decided to give it another try and headed to Macy's on a Saturday in December. Me and a gazillion other people, but OH - I found a dress (2 actually!) And adorable black shoes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; too! A definite splurge, but a very fun one! And, I got enough compliments at the party to make it worth EVERY cent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to bring either a talent to share or a dessert. The choice was easy for me and I started to look through my cookbooks! Others were adventurous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrtiZzUzI/AAAAAAAABwQ/m7cqN6X9r10/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2BHo%252C%2BHo%2BSong%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrtiZzUzI/AAAAAAAABwQ/m7cqN6X9r10/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2BHo%252C%2BHo%2BSong%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293732853306162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practicing for the debut of (as I call it) the "Ho, Ho, Ho" song. Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrtsfWf4I/AAAAAAAABwI/BR4DbIEaa74/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2BFriends%2Bon%2Bcouch%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrtsfWf4I/AAAAAAAABwI/BR4DbIEaa74/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2BFriends%2Bon%2Bcouch%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293735560937346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends awaiting the talent portion of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrtR2rLaI/AAAAAAAABwA/m6t-KgB1hfI/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2BTree%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrtR2rLaI/AAAAAAAABwA/m6t-KgB1hfI/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2BTree%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293728411004322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrSrb3qcI/AAAAAAAABv4/ekh2CFJBhcY/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2BMichelle%2Bthe%2Breindeer%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrSrb3qcI/AAAAAAAABv4/ekh2CFJBhcY/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2BMichelle%2Bthe%2Breindeer%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293271421430210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle - Looking adorable as a reindeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrScv57eI/AAAAAAAABvw/8h2UYL5mECc/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2BHo%252C%2BHo%2BSong%2BChelsea%253AChase%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrScv57eI/AAAAAAAABvw/8h2UYL5mECc/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2BHo%252C%2BHo%2BSong%2BChelsea%253AChase%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293267478932962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad and Chelsea taking their turn to participate in the "Ho, Ho, Ho" song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrSEHrIJI/AAAAAAAABvo/TwuXSxq6MMw/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2BBrad%2Band%2BFriend%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrSEHrIJI/AAAAAAAABvo/TwuXSxq6MMw/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2BBrad%2Band%2BFriend%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293260867739794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Russ and Brad then taking their turn too!&lt;br /&gt;Definitely one of the hits from the evenings talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrRx-lSKI/AAAAAAAABvg/s8w3OEG01Ig/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2B4%2Bgirls%2Bjingle%2Bbells%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrRx-lSKI/AAAAAAAABvg/s8w3OEG01Ig/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2B4%2Bgirls%2Bjingle%2Bbells%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293255997769890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were the four girls who were the masterminds behind the party... and shared their special talent as well (learned and mastered that same day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrRheyyKI/AAAAAAAABvY/0EX1W01mtlk/s1600/Singing%2Bround%2Bthe%2Bpiano%2BChristmas%2Bparty%2BDec%2B11%252C%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrRheyyKI/AAAAAAAABvY/0EX1W01mtlk/s320/Singing%2Bround%2Bthe%2Bpiano%2BChristmas%2Bparty%2BDec%2B11%252C%2B2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556293251569469602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caroling around the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqtcrn1oI/AAAAAAAABvQ/7OOQTF_Ddug/s1600/Christmas%2BParty%2Bmichelle%252C%2Bchelsea%2Band%2BI%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqtcrn1oI/AAAAAAAABvQ/7OOQTF_Ddug/s320/Christmas%2BParty%2Bmichelle%252C%2Bchelsea%2Band%2BI%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556292631805810306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chelsea, Michelle and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now transitioning. My employment this year as a nanny, means so much more than just tending children! I have many varied tasks and responsibilities, and one of them was decorating for Christmas. I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; forget my reaction when I first saw this tree and the **** I went through in putting lights on it. I can look back now and laugh (a little), but I will never forget it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqtPwpj-I/AAAAAAAABvI/hkMhyKmrZCA/s1600/Gregory%2BChristmas%2BTree%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqtPwpj-I/AAAAAAAABvI/hkMhyKmrZCA/s320/Gregory%2BChristmas%2BTree%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556292628337233890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just don't think this picture does the tree justice! The room has vaulted ceilings, and as you can see it's taller the bookshelves, which are probably at the normal height of a ceiling. I had to use a ladder to get to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; top. It's also about 6 feet wide... maybe 7. It had to be delivered by a special truck! Despite my initial interaction with it, it was quite beautiful in the end. But, the entire time I envisioned a squirrel jumping out of it like in the movie National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas EVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I invited my mom, brother and sister in law over to the house where I work since they were out of town. We enjoyed dinner, sitting around the fire, and then a fun game afterwards that my sister in law introduced us to! It was such a wonderful evening! I love time with family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqs7DxYlI/AAAAAAAABvA/ZEh8bfXDkS0/s1600/Christmas%2BEve%2BMom%2Bby%2BGregory%2BTree%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqs7DxYlI/AAAAAAAABvA/ZEh8bfXDkS0/s320/Christmas%2BEve%2BMom%2Bby%2BGregory%2BTree%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556292622780293714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom by the ever-famous tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqsnIRVXI/AAAAAAAABu4/QReOjeeBUjg/s1600/Christmas%2BEve%2BEvan%2Bat%2BGregory%2527s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqsnIRVXI/AAAAAAAABu4/QReOjeeBUjg/s320/Christmas%2BEve%2BEvan%2Bat%2BGregory%2527s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556292617430455666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqsYfvVdI/AAAAAAAABuw/lIfkEt-gx_I/s1600/Christmas%2BEve%2BCara%2Bby%2Bapartment%2Btree%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvqsYfvVdI/AAAAAAAABuw/lIfkEt-gx_I/s320/Christmas%2BEve%2BCara%2Bby%2Bapartment%2Btree%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556292613502358994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then, this is the tree in my apartment! My roommate totally decked out our kitchen and family room and I loved it! It was fun to sit by the tree at night with the lights off and just enjoy the beauty of it! So... this is me in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pjs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; all full of excitement for Santa to come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Christmas Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Turkey DISASTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had a PERFECT Christmas holiday. It was quiet, but just wonderful. My brother and Madison came over later in the morning to open gifts. I got some things I had asked for, as well as some very nice pieces of clothing my sister in law had picked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison and Evan also wanted to host Christmas dinner. They had invited Madison's cousin and her family to join as well. All my mom and I had to do was bring the turkey! Easier said than done. My mom has made many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;turkeys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; in her motherhood years... no sweat right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it would have turned out perfectly if my oven had 1. Heated up &amp;amp; 2. Not turned itself off TWICE! We didn't realize number 1 till after an hour of cooking. And, we didn't realize number 2 until 2 hours into the cooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, needless to say, 30 minutes before we are supposed to be at Evan's, I call and say we're going to be 30 min late. My mom and I take the turkey out of the oven and slice it into pieces. We then cook those pieces on the stove top like it's chicken breast! Pretty creative! We only cook enough for our dinner and then I take the basically raw turkey out to the dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnmgQuQNI/AAAAAAAABuo/sZtTDb9kpDg/s1600/Christmas%2BDay%2BRaw%2BTurkey%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnmgQuQNI/AAAAAAAABuo/sZtTDb9kpDg/s320/Christmas%2BDay%2BRaw%2BTurkey%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556289213972758738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raw turkey getting sliced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FORTUNATELY, dinner guests were very flexible and not "die-hard must have" drumstick and gravy or dark meat kind of people to make their Christmas dinner a success! Madison had made everything else for the dinner and it was all wonderful! We had fun getting to know her cousin and her cousins family and spending time just talking. So nice! They had a cute little 6 month old baby who was the star of the evening as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnmLbvt2I/AAAAAAAABug/TFn3mX-mBCI/s1600/Christmas%2BDay%2Bdinner%2BEvan%2Band%2Bmom%2Bat%2BEvan%2527s%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnmLbvt2I/AAAAAAAABug/TFn3mX-mBCI/s320/Christmas%2BDay%2Bdinner%2BEvan%2Band%2Bmom%2Bat%2BEvan%2527s%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556289208381847394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Evan setting the table&lt;br /&gt;My mom isn't that short... he's just really tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnl1xhSRI/AAAAAAAABuY/oz0Y8U81ss0/s1600/Evan%2Band%2BMadison%2527s%2B2010%2BChristmas%2Btree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnl1xhSRI/AAAAAAAABuY/oz0Y8U81ss0/s320/Evan%2Band%2BMadison%2527s%2B2010%2BChristmas%2Btree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556289202567596306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan and Madison's Christmas tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's really unique in that 98% of the ornaments are all hearts. In her family, each child has a theme for ornaments they are given over the years. She is a heart. They have labeled Evan  with ships! So, there is one ship ornament on their tree and one White House 2010 ornament (which I gave them.) Every other ornament is a heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnloDpUSI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Uq6ubaQKQrs/s1600/Christmas%2Bnight%2Bevan%2Band%2Bmadison%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnloDpUSI/AAAAAAAABuQ/Uq6ubaQKQrs/s320/Christmas%2Bnight%2Bevan%2Band%2Bmadison%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556289198885523746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan and Madison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnlTCSorI/AAAAAAAABuI/3d_URazn04g/s1600/Christmas%2BDay%2B4%2Bof%2Bus%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvnlTCSorI/AAAAAAAABuI/3d_URazn04g/s320/Christmas%2BDay%2B4%2Bof%2Bus%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556289193242698418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am always a bit melancoly when the holidays are over. Such a wonderful time of year. Fortunately for me, I had the week in between Christmas and New Years off... and was able to come home to PA for some of it! There really is NO PLACE LIKE HOME!... But, Christmas is where your family is, and that was what made it wonderful! Maybe some year we can ALL be together instead of spread out between Washington, Colorado and DC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-6713952727846458572?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6713952727846458572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=6713952727846458572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/6713952727846458572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/6713952727846458572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the MOST wonderful time of the year!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TRvrtiZzUzI/AAAAAAAABwQ/m7cqN6X9r10/s72-c/Christmas%2BParty%2BHo%252C%2BHo%2BSong%2B12%253A11%253A10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-2178355216160050911</id><published>2010-12-26T18:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T18:20:52.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote I want to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Overheard someone saying at a coffee shop while I was getting hot chocolate: Gets me thinking!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I don't want to do something I don't enjoy even if it pays well because money can come back, my day cannot"- Random dude at Starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-2178355216160050911?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/2178355216160050911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=2178355216160050911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2178355216160050911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/2178355216160050911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/quote-i-want-to-remember.html' title='A quote I want to remember'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-6505328280422601959</id><published>2010-12-05T15:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:02:32.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Christ in Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the Christmas Season and I love listening to Christmas music in my car. Today was no exception as I headed off to church. It was a great 3 hours worth of meetings, lessons and ultimately... people just talking about Christ and their love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home, I was thinking about what I had just partaken of at church and about my love for the Savior. I wasn't really listening to the music until I stopped at a light and tuned in to this song. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZewQHSHELs"&gt;Here it is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How Many Kings by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Downhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Follow the star to a place unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe after all we’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; projected&lt;br /&gt;A child in a manger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lowly and small, the weakest of all&lt;br /&gt;Unlikeliness hero, wrapped in his mothers shawl&lt;br /&gt;Just a child&lt;br /&gt;Is this who we’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; waited for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause how many kings, stepped down from their thrones?&lt;br /&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;br /&gt;How many greats have become the least for me?&lt;br /&gt;How many Gods have poured out their hearts&lt;br /&gt;To romance a world that has torn all apart?&lt;br /&gt;How many fathers gave up their sons for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bringing our gifts for the newborn savior&lt;br /&gt;All that we have whether costly or meek&lt;br /&gt;Because we believe&lt;br /&gt;Gold for his honor and frankincense for his pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And myrrh for the cross he’ll suffer&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe, is this who we’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; waited for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s who we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; waited for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many kings, stepped down from their thrones?&lt;br /&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;br /&gt;How many greats have become the least for me?&lt;br /&gt;How many Gods have poured out their hearts&lt;br /&gt;To romance a world that has torn all apart?&lt;br /&gt;How many fathers gave up their sons for me?&lt;br /&gt;Only one did that for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All for me&lt;br /&gt;All for you&lt;br /&gt;All for me&lt;br /&gt;All for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, yet again, I was in tears listening to these lyrics in the car. Recently, I was reading a talk about the Savior from our church's 2009 Christmas Devotional. &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://lds.org/library/display/0,4945,8921-1-5016-15,00.html"&gt;Here's a link to it: &lt;/a&gt;In summary, it's about "Seeing the Savior"... or "Seeing Christ in Christmas". President &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uctdorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; describes how the Savior didn't appear as many thought He would when He was here on earth. He was born in a humble stable to a carpenter. He was not given a worldly education. He was not wealthy and didn't hold a political office. He walked among the poor and humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many yearned for the day the Christ would come... but, yet, when He walked among them they were blinded by their interpretation of what He would be... that they missed seeing him. They remained self-righteous and didn't let the Spirit touch their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As the song states:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Follow the star to a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;place unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Would you believe after all we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; projected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;A child in a manger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lowly and small, the weakest of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Unlikeliness hero&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wrapped in his mothers shawl&lt;br /&gt;Just a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Is this who we’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; waited for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause how many kings, stepped down from their thrones?&lt;br /&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;br /&gt;How many greats have become the least for me?&lt;br /&gt;How many Gods have poured out their hearts&lt;br /&gt;To romance a world that has torn all apart?&lt;br /&gt;How many fathers gave up their sons for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got to thinking... If I had lived here when the Savior was on the earth, would I have been blinded by my own vision of who He was and by my own personal pursuits? And, even today? Do I let the glitz and glamor of the season get in the way of me realizing WHAT I am really celebrating? Do my lips talk of the Savior, but my actions lead to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;worldly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; pursuits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SERIOUSLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many kings, stepped down from their thrones?&lt;br /&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;br /&gt;How many greats have become the least for me?&lt;br /&gt;How many Gods have poured out their hearts&lt;br /&gt;To romance a world that has torn all apart?&lt;br /&gt;How many fathers gave up their sons for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In answer to all of these: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;None that I can think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Only one did that for me!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All for me&lt;br /&gt;All for you&lt;br /&gt;All for me&lt;br /&gt;All for you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am SO GRATEFUL for my elder brother, Savior, and friend. I am so GRATEFUL for those who DID see the Savior for who he was when he lived here on the earth, and that we can read about their journey and experience with him. I am so GRATEFUL that my Savior died for ME so that I could return to him again. I am SO GRATEFUL for the Christmas season every year to take the time to seek "the Lamb of God, the King of Glory, the Everlasting Light of the World, the Great Hope of Mankind, the Savior and Redeemer of our souls!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-6505328280422601959?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/6505328280422601959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=6505328280422601959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/6505328280422601959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/6505328280422601959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/finding-christ-in-christmas.html' title='Finding Christ in Christmas'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-4670223577026202305</id><published>2010-12-04T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:04:36.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Friendsgiving"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As one of my friends put it so nicely, this Thanksgiving was a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friendsgiving&lt;/span&gt;" and it was absolutely wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha Stewart would have been impressed and I think that was their goal :) These 3 fabulous and talented women got together to host a Thanksgiving dinner this year... and let nothing that might seem "over the top" get in their way! Nothing was left behind! They could host the next show for Martha. Aprons and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0o8LfXbI/AAAAAAAABtk/uXZ1W8BnFe0/s1600/ThreeGirlsThanksgiving2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0o8LfXbI/AAAAAAAABtk/uXZ1W8BnFe0/s320/ThreeGirlsThanksgiving2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546944506502274482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sleep-deprived and still all smiles&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, Chelsea and Michele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A little background on how I ended up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, my mom, brother and sister-in-law were going to get together for a family dinner. A month before the big day, it ended up being best for my mom to fly out to Colorado to spend some time with her grandchildren while their mom had to travel for work for most of November. So, then we were down to just the three of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, about a week before the big day, my brother calls to ask how much I would hate him if he went out of town with my sister-in-law for Thanksgiving! I had to laugh at how he approached it, but of course I said it was OK with me. Thanksgiving, ever since I left for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;, has been more of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Friendsgiving&lt;/span&gt;" than a Family Thanksgiving. Now, if this had been Christmas and they deserted me, I would have not been OK with it, but Thanksgiving is OK. Christmas seems more family-centered in my opinion, and besides, all of my friends would have been home with their families so I wouldn't have had a place to go anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is a picture of the impressive set-up. We had "chargers"! (Yep... didn't even know what those were until I asked on Thanksgiving! And, for those who don't know, they are the largest plate beneath all the others in a table setting). We had butter cut out in fall shapes, a printed menu at each spot, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;placecard&lt;/span&gt; in the shape of a boat (to symbolize the pilgrims!), candles, scented &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pinecones&lt;/span&gt; and other such decorations, wine glasses (for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Martinelli's&lt;/span&gt;!!), etc. You think of it... we had it! I was so impressed! Now mom... don't be offended... but this was probably the nicest Thanksgiving table set-up that I've ever been to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0odpsZLI/AAAAAAAABtc/0haHr_9D3Y0/s1600/ViewofThanksgivingTable2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0odpsZLI/AAAAAAAABtc/0haHr_9D3Y0/s320/ViewofThanksgivingTable2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546944498307458226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a picture of my setting&lt;br /&gt;See the "1621 ship" with my name on it?&lt;br /&gt;Cool, huh?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0oMNG8CI/AAAAAAAABtU/B5xx_eI9ryM/s1600/Thanksgiving%2BTablesetting%2B2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0oMNG8CI/AAAAAAAABtU/B5xx_eI9ryM/s320/Thanksgiving%2BTablesetting%2B2010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546944493624160290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food was incredible, the company was fun (there were about 15 of us), and it made me realize how much I feel like DC is now my "home".  I feel comfortable here. I never felt this in my 6 years in Boston despite the many blessings I received when I was there. I met some incredible people, had wonderful friends and roommates, and opportunities abound... but it just never felt like "home" or where I belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the friends I have here, the jobs I've had and have, and for living in such an area that's richly blessed with diversity, history and opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving day here in DC was overcast and a bit chilly, but warmth and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;merriment&lt;/span&gt; abounded with flowers as pretty as these and smiles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; as Melissa's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0nfT9OrI/AAAAAAAABtM/UYTg9IY0OLc/s1600/MelissawithFlowersThanksgiving%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0nfT9OrI/AAAAAAAABtM/UYTg9IY0OLc/s320/MelissawithFlowersThanksgiving%2B2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546944481573288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Friendsgiving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-4670223577026202305?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4670223577026202305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=4670223577026202305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4670223577026202305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4670223577026202305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2010/12/friendsgiving.html' title='A &quot;Friendsgiving&quot;'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TPq0o8LfXbI/AAAAAAAABtk/uXZ1W8BnFe0/s72-c/ThreeGirlsThanksgiving2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-4715478594079184456</id><published>2010-11-24T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T20:51:10.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to our Nation's Capitol Building!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Saturday I had the opportunity to take a tour of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;U.S. Capitol building&lt;/span&gt; with a group of women from my church congregation. One of them is the niece of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Senator Bob &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bennet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (R, UT)&lt;/span&gt; and he had agreed to take us on a tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiITdwQjXI/AAAAAAAABtE/e1RlREtKkLs/s1600/CapitolTourBuildingOutside11%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiITdwQjXI/AAAAAAAABtE/e1RlREtKkLs/s320/CapitolTourBuildingOutside11%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541829209465326962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also lucky to be accompanied by a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;male!&lt;/span&gt; Yes. The only male. But, I should mention that he is about 9 inches tall and is flat. Yes, flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of Flat Stanley? You can read more about him &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.flatstanley.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; but long story short, he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flattened&lt;/span&gt; by a bulletin board falling on him and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decides&lt;/span&gt; to take advantage of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;flattened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; state... by sliding under doors, etc. Well, he can also go through the mail, so my friend's daughters class sent him all over the country/world this year to see what knew experiences he could have. They asked his hosts to take pictures with him and send them back with some additional information about their town. What better place to take him in DC than the U.S. Capitol!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiISz_1VrI/AAAAAAAABs8/sj45GenP9sQ/s1600/CapitolTourBuildingOutsidewithStanley11%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiISz_1VrI/AAAAAAAABs8/sj45GenP9sQ/s320/CapitolTourBuildingOutsidewithStanley11%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541829198256363186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, here he is.&lt;br /&gt;He was very polite and well-behaved&lt;br /&gt;the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is another cool picture of the Capitol and the Washington Monument I found online and wanted to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiILZR5qpI/AAAAAAAABs0/qGvp_YQVwX0/s1600/CapitolandWashMonumentJuly4th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiILZR5qpI/AAAAAAAABs0/qGvp_YQVwX0/s320/CapitolandWashMonumentJuly4th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541829070825302674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, more women showed up than expected (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;over 80 of us!&lt;/span&gt;), so we had to split into two groups. But, before we split, Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bennet&lt;/span&gt; shared with us some of his favorite memories of working in that building. His is retiring from government service at the end of this term (in January), so it was really neat to hear from him because he has served in government for so long! He shared stories such as... remembering exactly where he was on the Senate side of the building when he found out that President Kennedy has been shot. He also had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;escorting&lt;/span&gt; President Bush and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cheney&lt;/span&gt; out of the Capitol building in front of 4 million watching viewers during the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inauguration&lt;/span&gt; of President Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the cool things I learned and saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Rotunda:&lt;/span&gt;  It is a circular space that serves as a gallery of paintings and sculpture of American historical figures and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIKjtrpAI/AAAAAAAABss/N0d2bmV-NqU/s1600/CapitolTourRotundaside11%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIKjtrpAI/AAAAAAAABss/N0d2bmV-NqU/s320/CapitolTourRotundaside11%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541829056446309378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture of the upper walls.&lt;br /&gt;Very intricate art detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIKADOlMI/AAAAAAAABsk/50yAGVRM3S0/s1600/CapitolTourRotundaceiling11%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIKADOlMI/AAAAAAAABsk/50yAGVRM3S0/s320/CapitolTourRotundaceiling11%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541829046873003202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;apotheses&lt;/span&gt;. The very top of the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Everything painted has meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Learn more about it &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.aoc.gov/cc/art/rotunda/apotheosis/index.cfm"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIJafy22I/AAAAAAAABsc/ClR9Ax6iwck/s1600/CapitolTourRotundaFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIJafy22I/AAAAAAAABsc/ClR9Ax6iwck/s320/CapitolTourRotundaFloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541829036792273762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Senate and House literally split the rotunda right down the middle. Both have control over who lies there for viewing after their death and I thought it was really cool that they lean the casket to one side if a member of senate/house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIJKxwRjI/AAAAAAAABsU/V0pgK0WjTNw/s1600/CapitolTourBrighamYoung11%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiIJKxwRjI/AAAAAAAABsU/V0pgK0WjTNw/s320/CapitolTourBrighamYoung11%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541829032572634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brigham Young Statue: For UTAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The concept of a National Statuary Hall originated in the middle 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century, even before the completion of the present House wing in 1857. At that time, the House of Representatives moved into its new larger chamber and the old vacant chamber became a thoroughfare between the Rotunda and the House wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 12pt;font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was decided that all the States would provide and furnish two statues, in marble or bronze, of deceased persons who were citizens thereof, and historically renown or distinguished for their civic or military services &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All state statues were placed in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times;font-size:130%;"  &gt;National Statuary Hall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;However, the aesthetic appearance of the Hall began to suffer from overcrowding after 65 statues were put in there… so then they decided to spread them out in other areas of the Capitol. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHqoaTy-I/AAAAAAAABsM/W4JU1A6VrcQ/s1600/CapitolTourRonaldRegan11%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHqoaTy-I/AAAAAAAABsM/W4JU1A6VrcQ/s320/CapitolTourRonaldRegan11%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541828507951418338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was born the year Ronald Regan started his presidency and I have always admired him even though I didn't know much about what he did while he was serving his two terms! I saw this statue and I had to take a picture. But then, our tour guide told us his statue was unique in that a layer on the bottom contained some of the pieces of the Berlin Wall because he played a significant role in that coming down. If you look closely in the picture, you can see the change in color near the top. It was also neat to say that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I touched part of the Berlin Wall&lt;/span&gt; on this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHqGIt2dI/AAAAAAAABsE/1_2kZGHffp4/s1600/CapitolTourRonaldReganwithBerlinwallpieces11%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHqGIt2dI/AAAAAAAABsE/1_2kZGHffp4/s320/CapitolTourRonaldReganwithBerlinwallpieces11%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541828498750822866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also saw the Old Supreme Court room which is located in the Capitol. It was used from 1810-1860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHo4eQNMI/AAAAAAAABr0/NA7fuQe5WAs/s1600/CapitolTourOldSupremeCourt211%253A20%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHo4eQNMI/AAAAAAAABr0/NA7fuQe5WAs/s320/CapitolTourOldSupremeCourt211%253A20%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541828477903189186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, this is a picture of the room where Congress meets&lt;br /&gt;although, I didn't take this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHoYB7OOI/AAAAAAAABrs/9pr1FX7szmw/s1600/CapitolTourHouseFloor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiHoYB7OOI/AAAAAAAABrs/9pr1FX7szmw/s320/CapitolTourHouseFloor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541828469194438882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some other cool, cool facts I learned about the Capitol Building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Construction began in 1793 and the original building was finished in 1826, but it was being used long before that. The first Congress met on November 17, 1800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No building in DC can be more than 13 stories high! There is a law stating this because they want to be able to always have a view of the Capitol and the Washington monument. The top of the U.S. Capitol is 209 feet lower than the Washington Monument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No one is buried in the Capitol, but there was a tomb area created for George Washington's body! However, after reviewing his will they knew his expressed wish was to be buried at Mount Vernon. So much for all that work to create the tomb. Lesson learned to check things first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome to have this opportunity! I am so glad to live so close to our nation's capital! Flat Stanley enjoyed it as well and is now on his way back to some 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; graders in Arizona with pictures from his visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-4715478594079184456?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4715478594079184456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=4715478594079184456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4715478594079184456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/4715478594079184456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2010/11/visit-to-our-nations-capitol-building.html' title='A visit to our Nation&apos;s Capitol Building!'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOiITdwQjXI/AAAAAAAABtE/e1RlREtKkLs/s72-c/CapitolTourBuildingOutside11%253A20%253A10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-8490494204650827084</id><published>2010-11-14T16:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:25:45.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad farewell... and a new beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To my ever faithful, hardworking, humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Toaster Oven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOBTU4hvFnI/AAAAAAAABrk/d0ntIJqiwos/s1600/Old%2BToaster%2BOven%2B11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOBTU4hvFnI/AAAAAAAABrk/d0ntIJqiwos/s320/Old%2BToaster%2BOven%2B11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539519159902082674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You've lived through the past few years with me, traveled through many states, worked hard for me at all hours of the day and you have never failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the time has come. Not necessarily by my wish, or plan, for you. It seems too soon. I was given you by a fabulous roommate in Boston, after you served her well for so many years. I knew I could always count on you to toast my bread to perfection, and reheat my pizza better than any microwave could ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the time has come for us to move on from each other... basically because my mom thinks you're going to burn down my apartment one day (she doesn't know you as well as I do and she never learned the phrase &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Don't judge a book by its cover."&lt;/span&gt;)... and because it did smell like smoke in our hallway when I used you this past week (but I think that was most likely coming from a neighbors apartment since I'll never lose faith in you!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've served me well and I will truly miss you. Thank you for helping to make so many yummy meals for me! I hope you enjoy your rest and find friends you knew from your manufacturing days as you join them in the junkyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my new friend! We haven't had the chance to bond yet over a meal, but will later on today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOBTUqRPhcI/AAAAAAAABrc/oHKvzlJj1m4/s1600/New%2BToaster%2BOver%2B11%253A10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOBTUqRPhcI/AAAAAAAABrc/oHKvzlJj1m4/s320/New%2BToaster%2BOver%2B11%253A10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539519156074808770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOBTTxWB2rI/AAAAAAAABrU/PcedNdZgYQs/s1600/New%2BToaster%2BOven%2Bwith%2BTouchpad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOBTTxWB2rI/AAAAAAAABrU/PcedNdZgYQs/s320/New%2BToaster%2BOven%2Bwith%2BTouchpad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539519140794063538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Cuisinart® Convection/Broiler Toaster Oven features the convenience of Total Touch® &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;touchpad&lt;/span&gt; controls, consistent shade control, and an Exact Heat™ sensor to maintain precise oven temperature. And its large enough to fit a 12" pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm excited to learn what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"consistent shade control"&lt;/span&gt; means for when I toast my bread because I never knew light was a factor in getting the perfect toast! I am also excited for the muscles I will build lifting my new friend when I put it away after each use because it weighs 22.8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lds&lt;/span&gt;... but here's to roasting my first small chicken! ... and maybe now I'll be inspired to actually cook something :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Past roommates and family will understand why I just wrote that!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4572650240563781788-8490494204650827084?l=smileyfitz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8490494204650827084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4572650240563781788&amp;postID=8490494204650827084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8490494204650827084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4572650240563781788/posts/default/8490494204650827084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfitz.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-farewell-and-new-beginning.html' title='A sad farewell... and a new beginning...'/><author><name>Cara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09689643126907165654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/S9ZCbxIjqUI/AAAAAAAABSg/3xCedI-Dzd4/S220/Profile+1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JqdQ-3Nn3xQ/TOBTU4hvFnI/AAAAAAAABrk/d0ntIJqiwos/s72-c/Old%2BToaster%2BOven%2B11%253A10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4572650240563781788.post-5170662571868878090</id><published>2010-11-06T18:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T22:20:06.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALASKA PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This has taken me too long to post!!! But, this was such an amazing trip. Here's the first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Seattle, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Monday - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The Alaskan Inside Passage&lt;/span&gt;, AK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Juneau&lt;/span&gt;, AK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }a:link, span.MsoHyperlink { color: blue; text-decoration: underline; }a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed { color: purple; text-decoration: underline; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRUISE DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PORT: SEATTLE, Washington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had never been on a cruise, and despite all I had heard from friends, I was still a BIT skeptical as to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT I would do all day??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am an active person and I like to transition from something to something and not doing one thing all day long. For instance, I can NOT sit on a beach all day and read. Give me one hour and then something else to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHDH&lt;/span&gt;? Yep - I have self-diagnosed this for me! So, a little nervous about the cruise before we left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom and I had plenty of time to get to the boat before we had to board, but we heard it was fun to get on early and enjoy the buffet lunch (not like we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have it for the next seven days!!), and to get acquainted with the ship before we left. So, we had a leisurely breakfast in my favorite hotel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bellevue&lt;/span&gt; and headed into the city mid-morning. (we didn't have to be on board till 3 or something.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was an overcast/cloudy morning with a little drizzle. Not an ideal situation, but the best of our options... I dropped my mom off at the cruise with all our luggage. It was a madhouse at the port! I will never forget the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;totally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; illegal turn I made in the middle of the street while a cop stared at me, and I held up traffic on both sides, just so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t get stuck in the madhouse traffic (mind you, this is after stopping in the street to let me mom out and unload our luggage!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I AM PROUD OF THE WAY I DRIVE!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I left her there so I could drive about 12 blocks away and return the car (straight uphill! As noted in previous post, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t believe how steep it was!). Well, I was lucky enough with my timing, that just as I was returning the car it decided to start to drizzle, so I ran the 12 blocks in the rain (fortunately mostly downhill) to meet my mom who was also standing in the rain! Whew. Somehow we both remained cheerful during all of this! By the time I got there I was also sweating and wet… so much for looking cute when I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;onboard&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&
