<?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-1303632869327392276</id><updated>2012-02-14T15:07:33.591-05:00</updated><category term='Trips'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Bargains'/><category term='Mere Observations'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Cute'/><category term='Love and Marriage'/><category term='Just Plain Funny'/><category term='Beginnings and Endings'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='guest blogger'/><category term='Zachary'/><category term='Book Reviews'/><category term='something new'/><category term='deals'/><category term='Everyday Love'/><category term='I Heart'/><category term='Brotherly Love'/><category term='5 Steps or Less'/><category term='The Blah&apos;s'/><category term='How He Loves Us'/><category term='Mommy Moments'/><category term='Boys'/><category term='Sentiment'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Adam'/><category term='Tasty'/><category term='Body Image'/><category term='Rarities'/><title type='text'>The Vinkle Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>327</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2013407291847291464</id><published>2012-02-10T20:29:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T12:07:19.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm No Mush, But...</title><content type='html'>Catch me in the right mood and I'll succumb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the stores filled with hearts and candy, or all my TV shows with Valentine and love themes. Maybe it's because he's away and I'm alone tonight and thinking of 3 good friends who are without their husbands long term, for various reasons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be clear, just because I'm not a hopeless romantic does not mean my heart isn't overflowing with love. Even when I don't show it... this man...&lt;br /&gt;He loves me. So much better than I love him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know?  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Well I know how I can be and that right there is enough to be sure&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I know in the fact that in nearly 9 years of marriage I can count on my hands the times he's used hurtful words. (peace, goodness)&lt;br /&gt;I know because he's respectful enough not to look at that chick that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even I checked out.&lt;/span&gt; (self-control, faithfulness) &lt;br /&gt;I know because the of the way he works hard and is thankful even on the days he hates it. (patience, joy) &lt;br /&gt;I know because of the way he speaks to our children (gentleness, love)&lt;br /&gt;And, in the way he treats the waitress. (kindness)&lt;br /&gt;Did I get them all? Yes, he selflessly shows all the attributes of a good Christian man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law. Galatians 5:22-23&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's some further evidence that is quite meaningful to me.  Love is blind? I hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An obvious personal struggle that without a doubt phases me. Not him.&lt;br /&gt; Through the UPS and DOWNS, and nearly everywhere in-between.&lt;br /&gt;(2003, and 2006... I'm somewhere in-between now, hopefully closer to the right) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0ZspfSi7UwE/TzXEcxbfDVI/AAAAAAAACxc/HDuulY8wyPY/s640/blogger-image--1844189214.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0ZspfSi7UwE/TzXEcxbfDVI/AAAAAAAACxc/HDuulY8wyPY/s640/blogger-image--1844189214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since way back when he's looked at me like that (right), and I still catch him now and then.  Usually when my makeup is smeared under my eye and I'm wearing the sweats that I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really should have thrown out in 2005&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;(our first month or so dating, June 2000, and our wedding day May 31, 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rYpdMnl5mII/TzXEdBEYulI/AAAAAAAACxk/3PM2yssgGaU/s640/blogger-image--1987632447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rYpdMnl5mII/TzXEdBEYulI/AAAAAAAACxk/3PM2yssgGaU/s640/blogger-image--1987632447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2013407291847291464?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2013407291847291464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2013407291847291464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2013407291847291464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2013407291847291464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-no-mush-but.html' title='I&apos;m No Mush, But...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0ZspfSi7UwE/TzXEcxbfDVI/AAAAAAAACxc/HDuulY8wyPY/s72-c/blogger-image--1844189214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7166004773112587453</id><published>2012-02-08T22:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:53:20.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This one was too funny not to share...</title><content type='html'>Parents, teachers, everyone... read this!!! &lt;br /&gt;Still laughing out loud.  It had me from the first "No Pun Intended".&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Holly Britton Jennings for your always entertaining writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://holly-goes-light-ly.blogspot.com/2012/02/talk.html?spref=bl"&gt;HOLLY GOES LIGHTLY: &amp;quot;The Talk&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;: ﻿   &lt;------ CLICK LINK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7166004773112587453?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://holly-goes-light-ly.blogspot.com/2012/02/talk.html?spref=bl' title='This one was too funny not to share...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7166004773112587453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7166004773112587453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7166004773112587453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7166004773112587453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/02/holly-goes-lightly-talk.html' title='This one was too funny not to share...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8112122173107493848</id><published>2012-02-04T15:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T15:41:22.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 100th</title><content type='html'>100 mornings of "get dressed"! "Brush your teeth!" &lt;br /&gt;100 painstakingly packed lunches, hoping my 38 pound almost-six-year old will eat it. &lt;br /&gt;100 nights of "what did you do in school today", and "nice work, buddy"! &lt;br /&gt;And, now we celebrate with a project to commemorate 100 days in school- a collection of any 100 items.  Golf tees... what else for the kid who proudly carries his clubs along side daddy, and hit the ball clear over the garage more times than I could count. &lt;br /&gt;He worked hard on it, and is as proud as we are! (I did the hot glue gun, but let's just say I have the skills of a kindergartner with it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oBVkiuL6z0g/Ty2YtZJH4WI/AAAAAAAACxU/0Wnm1CWFxfw/s640/blogger-image-1374456055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oBVkiuL6z0g/Ty2YtZJH4WI/AAAAAAAACxU/0Wnm1CWFxfw/s640/blogger-image-1374456055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8112122173107493848?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8112122173107493848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8112122173107493848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8112122173107493848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8112122173107493848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-100th.html' title='Happy 100th'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oBVkiuL6z0g/Ty2YtZJH4WI/AAAAAAAACxU/0Wnm1CWFxfw/s72-c/blogger-image-1374456055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2423933301110308560</id><published>2012-01-31T19:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T19:11:46.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All taken on different days over the last month or so. &lt;br /&gt;Born and raised here in Western New York and I don't remember green grass in winter ever as a kid. Just huge snow piles and allotments of snow days used, threatening to extend your school year (never happened). &lt;br /&gt;Today, January 31, I saw laundry on a line while driving home from work.  I breathed in fresh air, like the kind you love when you open your windows for the first time in April. I sped on country roads between here and the middle of Nowhere, NY where I spend Monday and Tuesday, where I would normally cautiously watch for ice patches. &lt;br /&gt;While I'm really not complaining, I'm not sure what to make of it. &lt;br /&gt;Either we'll pay dearly for this courtesy of warm lakes and cold air (WNY's worst enemy, lake effect snow), or maybe we will squeak into spring barely breaking out the Uggs ( or in my frugal case, Bearpaws).  &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5hGHZs99mI0/TyiDQS3qsaI/AAAAAAAACxM/BWVQC04rZBc/s640/blogger-image-1548360607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5hGHZs99mI0/TyiDQS3qsaI/AAAAAAAACxM/BWVQC04rZBc/s640/blogger-image-1548360607.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2423933301110308560?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2423933301110308560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2423933301110308560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2423933301110308560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2423933301110308560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-taken-on-different-days-over-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-5hGHZs99mI0/TyiDQS3qsaI/AAAAAAAACxM/BWVQC04rZBc/s72-c/blogger-image-1548360607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1589466564729742207</id><published>2012-01-29T23:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:56:53.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I found it!</title><content type='html'>A red that works for me. Tried it and loved it. Got lots of compliments, even from strangers. &lt;br /&gt;Opi "An Affair in Red Square".  And, happened to pick it up 60% off, making it less than 4 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;Try it, or better yet stop by and use mine. I'll make coffee. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bfFxfQ9UlgY/TyYjDHUU67I/AAAAAAAACw8/p4PHDPO-8yw/s640/blogger-image-175150753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bfFxfQ9UlgY/TyYjDHUU67I/AAAAAAAACw8/p4PHDPO-8yw/s640/blogger-image-175150753.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1589466564729742207?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1589466564729742207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1589466564729742207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1589466564729742207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1589466564729742207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-found-it.html' title='I found it!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bfFxfQ9UlgY/TyYjDHUU67I/AAAAAAAACw8/p4PHDPO-8yw/s72-c/blogger-image-175150753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7757967017357214030</id><published>2012-01-28T12:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T11:25:19.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comb Over Commentary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezkDNCs5-wg/TyVyaF_7MMI/AAAAAAAACws/wCFdaFdEs-U/s1600/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezkDNCs5-wg/TyVyaF_7MMI/AAAAAAAACws/wCFdaFdEs-U/s320/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703090295747064002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy, do kids say the darndest thing.... &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most people who read my blog don't know my dad. Those who do will find this extra amusing.  See my dad was one of those guys who thinned early. In the 70's he must have just gone for the combover look (as you can see, my dad holding me at the hospital when I was born, late 1979). Over the last 40 years the "part" has just moved closer and closer to the ear. It's just not something we talk about. So, leave it to kids to bring up the unspoken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: well, Saturday I'm getting a haircut. Do you think I should get one cut, or them all cut?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: (thinking) "what would happen if you just cut the big piece off? You know, that one right there (pointing)"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: laughing," not sure, buddy"&lt;br /&gt;Adam: "it's sort of long, you know?" &lt;br /&gt;Dad: "well, I guess it is"&lt;br /&gt;All: hysterical laughter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7757967017357214030?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7757967017357214030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7757967017357214030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7757967017357214030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7757967017357214030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/comb-over-commentary.html' title='Comb Over Commentary'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ezkDNCs5-wg/TyVyaF_7MMI/AAAAAAAACws/wCFdaFdEs-U/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7138504257518689310</id><published>2012-01-26T20:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:39:53.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sensitive Topic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nbb-7SLGl4/TyINbW05Y9I/AAAAAAAACwI/wF--7-Id0Zo/s1600/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nbb-7SLGl4/TyINbW05Y9I/AAAAAAAACwI/wF--7-Id0Zo/s320/kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702134841839543250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From a sensitive mom..&lt;br /&gt;I'm mortified when I learn that my kids did not follow the rules of any adult. Apologetic to the adult. Stern with my kids. &lt;br /&gt;Equally mortified when I don't think they've been treated fairly.  "Geesh, he's only 5/3 (in my head)" &lt;br /&gt;Still, mortified when I see children of others misbehaving to the complete oblivion of their parents.  "Look at Bart, he's so strong he can push your Sam right down!"  &lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder how mortified they'd be if I stepped in.  What if they're keeping the peace to avoid a public meltdown, or simply exhausted and out of energy to discipline on that day? (yup, been there)&lt;br /&gt;Do you say something? Or leave kids to be kids? Do you jeopardize a friendship or acquaintanceship to say what you think needs to be said? &lt;br /&gt;I know for my family I love the idea of blind obedience (especially at home)... I say it, you do it.  I expect that out of my kids with other adults.  Not that it happens (even most of the time), but we're working on it. Sure, I give choices and explanations, but not every time.  &lt;br /&gt;But, there are so many grey areas... what if the adult is being unreasonable, mean spirited, or worst nightmare asking your child to do something inappropriate? Then does that type of expectation fail you? Do you raise "yes men" (or women), in a society where you want your kids to stand up for what's right.  Where's the line between assertive values and plain defiant? &lt;br /&gt;Found an interesting &lt;a href="http://http://www.modernmom.com/blogs/leslie-morgan-steiner/when-is-it-ok-to-discipline-other-people-s-kids"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; (click if you'd prefer to read it on its original webpage)  on a touchy topic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When Is It Ok To Discipline Other People's Kids?&lt;br /&gt;By Leslie Morgan Steiner on January 23, 2012&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, I sat with a group of parents watching our nine-year-old daughters play the first basketball game of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to us, a young boy, maybe five years old, sat playing on an iPod. No headphones. It was very loud. It was very annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom sat on his other side, oblivious, cheering for her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dads leaned over to the young boy. He asked -- nicely, with a smile -- if the boy had headphones or could turn down the volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the boy could answer, his mom intervened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Next time, you can ask ME instead,” she said angrily. She huffed and made a big deal of moving her son a few feet away from the dangerous parents. She did not ask her son to use headphones or turn down the volume. The noise was still really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted. What was wrong with asking the boy to be considerate of others nearby? Clearly, in the mom’s mind, it was unacceptable for someone else to approach her child no matter how innocuous the criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the next hour wondering why it’s offensive to talk directly to a young child about unpleasant behavior, instead of going through his or her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, my nine-year-old daughter came to me in tears after school. My daughter has her first “boyfriend,” who is really just a boy who is a friend. It’s not as if they go out to clubs until midnight; I think they held hands after school once. We’ve known him since first grade; his parents and we agree this is an innocent, delightful, age-appropriate development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What brought on my daughter’s tears was that a teacher told her it was inappropriate to have a boyfriend at her age. That she couldn’t sit next to him during assemblies or at lunch. That she wasn’t supposed to talk to him at recess. The teacher made her feel so ashamed that she broke up with the boy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my daughter’s version of events. It may not be entirely accurate. But since the teacher didn’t come directly to me, I have no idea what was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in the awkward position of being angry that the teacher went to my child with feedback about her behavior, instead of coming to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the touchy mom in the basketball gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is a difference between the two situations, I’ve since been asking myself. Is there some kind of invisible guideline delineating when you should approach a child directly, and when it’s appropriate to talk to the parent instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two debates at play, in my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first: “it takes a village to raise a child” vs. the alternative “it’s none of anyone’s business how others raise their children.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes adults need to guide other children towards appropriate behavior. You can’t let kids act like hellions just because their parent is not at school, a birthday party, a museum, a public pool, or someone else’s house. Defiance can ruin a group event; it sets a bad example for other kids. If we are in my house, or my car, I reprimand a child who misbehaves, especially if it’s a safety situation like refusal to buckle a seatbelt. I clue in the parents later, so they can deal with it as they see fit. And if it is my child who is acting up, ditto -- sometimes other parents call me when my kid was the bad seed that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other point-counterpoint: “adults - including teachers -- need to be careful not to abuse their authority,” vs. “adults usually do know better and our society would crumble if we all treated children as equals in every situation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an obvious, inherent power imbalance between grown ups and people half their size. Adults cannot boss kids around JUST because they are teachers, parents, referees or babysitters. Sometimes, adults go too far in disciplining kids to the point of shaming them or dominating them. That’s wrong, and it can start an intergenerational cycle of bullying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trickiest calls come when there is a difference of opinion about what constitutes acceptable behavior. After all, different families raise their kids with different values. Is playing a booming video game on an airplane okay? Can someone else’s nine-year-old wear a tube top to a party at your house? When do you ignore what you think is bad behavior in a child? When do you intervene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cautious tactic: do nothing. Let it go. Explain (later) to your own children why the behavior was unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next-most-cautious: approach the parent or child gingerly. No one - no one - likes to be criticized, or hear their child criticized. But hopefully, reason will prevail, especially if you can use the deflective I-phrasing (“I’m sorry, I’m having trouble concentrating”) instead of the accusatory (“Your spoiled rotten kid is driving me insane”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another idea: have a coach or lifeguard or flight attendant intervene. Sometimes a third party can be more tactful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so much of parenting, each dilemma requires judgment. But my instinct is to keep in mind that one day, that obnoxious kid is going to be an adult. Maybe a parent too, setting guidelines for another generation. Everyone might benefit from your intervention, if you’ve got the diplomatic skills - so very critical for stress-free parenting - to pull it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7138504257518689310?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7138504257518689310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7138504257518689310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7138504257518689310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7138504257518689310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/sensitive-topic.html' title='A Sensitive Topic'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nbb-7SLGl4/TyINbW05Y9I/AAAAAAAACwI/wF--7-Id0Zo/s72-c/kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6552624363011095462</id><published>2012-01-23T14:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:16:04.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Ideas to Make Your LIfe Easier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a &lt;a href="http://www.thedailybuzz.com.au/2011/11/25-clever-ideas_household-tips_storage-ideas/"&gt;25 clever ideas to make life easier&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;----click link)&lt;br /&gt;I certainly won't claim these neat ideas The Buzz shares as my own, but I'm loving some of them! &lt;br /&gt;Securing your child's cut apple with a (sanitized) rubber band to prevent browning? Awesome! &lt;br /&gt;A wet wipes container for plastic bags? I'll be doing this upstairs where I'm always looking for a bag.  &lt;br /&gt;Using Velcro, wire, tension rods, muffin tins and magnets to make storage simple? Yes, please. &lt;br /&gt;Check out the full article, and as it promises you'll be asking yourself "why didn't I think of that?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6552624363011095462?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6552624363011095462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6552624363011095462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6552624363011095462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6552624363011095462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/25-ideas-to-make-your-life-easier.html' title='25 Ideas to Make Your LIfe Easier.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8407289289119260662</id><published>2012-01-21T14:01:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T21:53:39.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is What is New</title><content type='html'>One haircut, spikable. Makes him look old.  &lt;br /&gt;One kid who can't seem to stay up past 5:30, but won't nap during the day. A few times he's slept through.  Most time's 11pm and he's going strong after his "widdle west" (little rest). &lt;br /&gt;One complete craft, my first independent endevor ever.  A yarn wreath. Fairly impressed with myself. This is a huge accomplishment. Will probably just order from ETSY next time. &lt;br /&gt;One expierment with crackle polish. Definitely needs color under it, but not really sure about it. Maybe I'm too old.  Still not biting nails though.  Amazed at how much my hands look like my moms with nails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gLDvSnaQsa4/TxsPIM2jxvI/AAAAAAAACvw/fouBRPHRm_I/s640/blogger-image-545102165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gLDvSnaQsa4/TxsPIM2jxvI/AAAAAAAACvw/fouBRPHRm_I/s640/blogger-image-545102165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8407289289119260662?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8407289289119260662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8407289289119260662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8407289289119260662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8407289289119260662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-whats-new.html' title='This is What is New'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gLDvSnaQsa4/TxsPIM2jxvI/AAAAAAAACvw/fouBRPHRm_I/s72-c/blogger-image-545102165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2979606772701573779</id><published>2012-01-20T17:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T14:09:09.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely obsessed...</title><content type='html'>With this tea. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VIINm07KABA/TxnpoMdQIvI/AAAAAAAACvA/MO9wW2GvQAc/s640/blogger-image--2097654517.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VIINm07KABA/TxnpoMdQIvI/AAAAAAAACvA/MO9wW2GvQAc/s640/blogger-image--2097654517.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's really delicious, more cinnamon than spice. Naturally sweet. I get mine at Barnes and Noble but it can be purchased at &lt;a href="http://www.harney.com/Details.cfm?ProdID=3833&amp;category=0&amp;secondary=0"&gt;harney.com&lt;/a&gt;. I have tea bags at the moment, but will be picking up the loose version to use in my &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/04/teavana-perfect-tea-maker.html"&gt;Perfect Tea Maker&lt;/a&gt; that I posted about a while back and still love using. &lt;br /&gt;Since the last few days have actually been seasonably cold, nothing compares to a cup of tea in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course, you're in the mood for a great cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;I'm liking Caribou blend k- cup for Keurig right now, which is recently available at Sam's Club for a good value (.50c a cup). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UOTNhfMjyk/Txr_-O5G2AI/AAAAAAAACvY/AfbRy7jjJu4/s1600/kcup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UOTNhfMjyk/Txr_-O5G2AI/AAAAAAAACvY/AfbRy7jjJu4/s320/kcup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700149723005376514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2979606772701573779?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2979606772701573779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2979606772701573779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2979606772701573779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2979606772701573779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/completely-obsessed.html' title='Completely obsessed...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VIINm07KABA/TxnpoMdQIvI/AAAAAAAACvA/MO9wW2GvQAc/s72-c/blogger-image--2097654517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5097816138583113532</id><published>2012-01-16T13:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:49:47.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting So Excited....</title><content type='html'>For the day my little sister marries her love, Matt. It's gonna be a great day. In addition to sharing in my sisters happiness, I am able to say I am excited to wear the bridesmaid dress. Never have I seen a dress that flatters one girl 5'11, one 4'11....and just about every body in between. &lt;br /&gt;Plus, my two cuties in tuxes... It's going to be fabulous.  &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8uN9-wRFJXM/TxRsMk82FvI/AAAAAAAACu4/JkpQC8pe5M0/s640/blogger-image-995920868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8uN9-wRFJXM/TxRsMk82FvI/AAAAAAAACu4/JkpQC8pe5M0/s640/blogger-image-995920868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5097816138583113532?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5097816138583113532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5097816138583113532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5097816138583113532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5097816138583113532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-so-excited.html' title='Getting So Excited....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8uN9-wRFJXM/TxRsMk82FvI/AAAAAAAACu4/JkpQC8pe5M0/s72-c/blogger-image-995920868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6089065292200620076</id><published>2012-01-16T01:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:32:42.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Otterbox.... I Love You</title><content type='html'>I needed occupational therapy as a child. I always had trouble with my fine motor and to this day am constantly whining for my husband to help me with tasks I should be able to do.  I manage, usually by buying my crafts off ETSY and asking my mom to sew my buttons on for me. Anyway, one problem I have is grasping my phone. I was thrilled when my thoughtful husband came home with a new iPhone and an adorable black and white polka dot case for me.  The first time I dropped it (threw it? It was a slippery case) he shook his head. The second he looked concerned. The third (+) he got me this.  Yes, the Otterbox Defender. It's a hard case, soft case, and screen protector in one. It's serious. It adds some bulk, but if you're anything at all like me and want your phone to last more than a week go for it. Your phone bounces if by some chance you can't grip the ultra grippy outside.  Perfect for when the kids snag it for Angry Birds. Perfect for when it falls off the dresser (that never happened, babe), or who knows what else ! Order off amazon.com, $20-$40... I went pink and grey as a throwback to my childhood radio. &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YgZs3Rszlqw/TxPEiPxZ2iI/AAAAAAAACuo/k7l5asREZ_o/s640/blogger-image--1041593354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YgZs3Rszlqw/TxPEiPxZ2iI/AAAAAAAACuo/k7l5asREZ_o/s640/blogger-image--1041593354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QeFXr0Mh_AM/TxPEidKkUDI/AAAAAAAACuw/g6x5ydqYL1w/s640/blogger-image-1334846498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-QeFXr0Mh_AM/TxPEidKkUDI/AAAAAAAACuw/g6x5ydqYL1w/s640/blogger-image-1334846498.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6089065292200620076?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6089065292200620076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6089065292200620076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6089065292200620076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6089065292200620076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-otterbox-i-love-you.html' title='Dear Otterbox.... I Love You'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YgZs3Rszlqw/TxPEiPxZ2iI/AAAAAAAACuo/k7l5asREZ_o/s72-c/blogger-image--1041593354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7417333926337038942</id><published>2012-01-10T11:04:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:21:58.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Calls Himself a "Rofeshinal Artist"</title><content type='html'>This year has been rough for me in the sense of having to let go. I have felt so disconnected to my kindergartner's daily life. It's nobodies fault, but it's probably normal for the mom to blame "the other woman"... in this case (irrationally) his teacher. She's done nothing wrong, in fact Adam has even referred to her as "amazing", and I've been very happy and the variety and consistency of good work that comes home. If only I could be a fly on the wall. I want to see him with his friends, see him raising his hand, see his smile when he gets praised for good work. &lt;em&gt;Will it be the huge smile where his dimples show? &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaps and bounds of growth, and we're only at 20 weeks. Pride bubbling over from him in his ability to read and write. Sounding out words and often correctly reading signs, names, titles. Using words like &lt;em&gt;actually, splendid, marvelous, interesting, phenomenal&lt;/em&gt;...(might be better credited to his pre-k teacher, even). Looking at the wall clock... and reading it correctly! Wow, all I remember doing in kindergarten is playing dolls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's growing in both the academic, and er...non-academic. I've gotta hand it to him, I don't even know my superheroes all that well and I can identify them all. Crazy that he could barely draw a face last June.&lt;br /&gt;And Zachary asked.."&lt;em&gt;Adam, are they heroing up&lt;/em&gt;?" &lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love raising boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4-QqVN7wAfw/Twxhqrtnn9I/AAAAAAAACuQ/Mc4IdcPHSXA/s640/blogger-image--674589323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4-QqVN7wAfw/Twxhqrtnn9I/AAAAAAAACuQ/Mc4IdcPHSXA/s640/blogger-image--674589323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7417333926337038942?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7417333926337038942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7417333926337038942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7417333926337038942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7417333926337038942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-calls-himself-rofeshinal-artist.html' title='He Calls Himself a &amp;quot;Rofeshinal Artist&amp;quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4-QqVN7wAfw/Twxhqrtnn9I/AAAAAAAACuQ/Mc4IdcPHSXA/s72-c/blogger-image--674589323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7405745413132384501</id><published>2012-01-08T00:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:17:13.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am (now) that mom.</title><content type='html'>Loving my custom decal that my mom designed with my boys as a surprise Christmas gift.  The 50 degree weather made it possible to go outside today and attach it. &lt;br /&gt;Not at all surprised Adam's a drummer, and love that Zachary chose to be a pirate. &lt;br /&gt;So, no Mickey ears, but I'm now going to be the mom who's recognized around town by my decals! &lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7gNNZHWXpE8/Twkmpqk4PgI/AAAAAAAACuI/hZvTTgwz6Ig/s640/blogger-image--1944278756.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7gNNZHWXpE8/Twkmpqk4PgI/AAAAAAAACuI/hZvTTgwz6Ig/s640/blogger-image--1944278756.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7405745413132384501?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7405745413132384501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7405745413132384501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7405745413132384501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7405745413132384501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-now-that-mom.html' title='I am (now) that mom.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7gNNZHWXpE8/Twkmpqk4PgI/AAAAAAAACuI/hZvTTgwz6Ig/s72-c/blogger-image--1944278756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-925017020172215348</id><published>2012-01-04T09:15:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:09:41.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGTklWG1SuM/TwRrZVx1xSI/AAAAAAAACuA/MTMLpHdvmBI/s1600/speaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGTklWG1SuM/TwRrZVx1xSI/AAAAAAAACuA/MTMLpHdvmBI/s320/speaker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693793911990240546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting presents! Who doesn't, right? &lt;br /&gt;Having a birthday so close to the holidays usually means it's about now that I really start getting into the gifts I got to check them out. Unfortunately, I had to return my Bear Paw cozy slippers for Isotoner's... my sensitive skin found them too scratchy. Bummer, because they are so cute- but thankful for Amazon's hassle and cost free return policies, complete with an instant credit. My Keurig coffee holder looks &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; better than my glass bowl that was holding my K Cups. Paul even rearranged the kitchen so we have a "coffee station" now. Loving it! &lt;br /&gt;One gift I'd been wanting has more than exceeded my expectations, and it worth a share. Paul got me &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Altec-Lansing-iM227-Orbit-Speaker/dp/B004CYKEBK/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1325686474&amp;sr=8-1-spell"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, as I've been asking for a portable speaker for my Ipod to make housework or just down time easier than dragging the computer all over the house. It's small, easy to use, and the sound quality is fantastic. 888 people agree, at a 4.5 star average review on Amazon.com (889, once I get to my review). &lt;br /&gt;Best thing though- it's $23.00! Thanks but no thanks, Bose... this product that won me over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-925017020172215348?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/925017020172215348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=925017020172215348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/925017020172215348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/925017020172215348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-love-getting-presents-who-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGTklWG1SuM/TwRrZVx1xSI/AAAAAAAACuA/MTMLpHdvmBI/s72-c/speaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-337762604223720676</id><published>2012-01-01T14:13:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:37:04.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2012! Though 2011 handed us a few (minor) challenges, I am so thankful for health, needs being met, and supportive family and friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again. &lt;br /&gt;Time for most to choose a resolution with great intentions. I can honestly and shamefully say I've never stuck to a resolution. Seems to be the case for many.  I did quit nail biting this year though, making me realize that if I could beat a life long habit like that I could tackle others as well.  As I've formulated mine, I'm left wondering why  I didn't start last week, last month, or last year even.  Makes me frustrated with myself for my lack of discipline.  &lt;br /&gt;My devotional for today says "Do not cling to old ways as you step into a new year. Instead seek my face with an open mind , knowing your journey involves being transformed by the renewing of your mind" (&lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/jesus-calling-sarah-young/1102040776"&gt;Sarah Young,  Jesus Calling&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;highly recommend&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;So, yes I have resolutions.  &lt;br /&gt;But I am trying to theme my start of the new year with the theme of control.  Resigning some, gaining some.  The areas I am hoping to gain some are probably the same as many.  The areas I am going to try to resign some are for me to work though.  &lt;br /&gt;Included in these are the usual suspects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzp2RMJz8i8/TwH4yx1SrBI/AAAAAAAACtg/CJCoLChVj3I/s1600/My%2BPictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzp2RMJz8i8/TwH4yx1SrBI/AAAAAAAACtg/CJCoLChVj3I/s400/My%2BPictures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693104955227024402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, and good luck to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-337762604223720676?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/337762604223720676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=337762604223720676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/337762604223720676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/337762604223720676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-2012-though-2011-handed-us-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mzp2RMJz8i8/TwH4yx1SrBI/AAAAAAAACtg/CJCoLChVj3I/s72-c/My%2BPictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8396563646042247277</id><published>2011-12-25T23:57:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:59:13.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near...</title><content type='html'>It really was a magical year for them. For us. &lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.portablenorthpole.tv/home"&gt;Portable North Pole&lt;/a&gt; video (want to see ours, use user name julievinkle@yahoo.com, pin hjx8), the kids believeing that Santa is so excited for Jesus' birthday that he brings gifts to everyone (hard to find a tie in), and just the overall joy and innocence at their ages. &lt;br /&gt;It was the year of the "snappy crocodile" and "the manahmanah guy". Special thanks to&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/people/SadieB08?ref=ls_profile"&gt; Sarah Newton&lt;/a&gt;, an ETSY seller, who saved Christmas by making a product that does not exist in retail. &lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe it's over.  Blessed for the memory of their precious and unwavering belief.  There's a reason the bible talks about faith like a child.  It's impossible not to be inspired by it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 degree temps don't help losing that Christmas-y feeling early.  &lt;br /&gt;A Snappy Crocodile! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KK9LYPkI8f0/TwDWQPf-OxI/AAAAAAAACs0/MrAz44Qdi74/s1600/IMG_1517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KK9LYPkI8f0/TwDWQPf-OxI/AAAAAAAACs0/MrAz44Qdi74/s400/IMG_1517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692785503523191570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dream come true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKlvqbKpaSE/TwDWPtRj3kI/AAAAAAAACsk/bOOt6_pXN5w/s1600/IMG_1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uKlvqbKpaSE/TwDWPtRj3kI/AAAAAAAACsk/bOOt6_pXN5w/s400/IMG_1524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692785494335938114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRX01GuGsOI/TwDWPcDAveI/AAAAAAAACsY/Zo0m0io8ENk/s1600/IMG_1570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HRX01GuGsOI/TwDWPcDAveI/AAAAAAAACsY/Zo0m0io8ENk/s400/IMG_1570.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692785489711513058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8396563646042247277?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8396563646042247277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8396563646042247277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8396563646042247277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8396563646042247277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/12/hearts-will-be-glowing-when-loved-ones.html' title='Hearts will be glowing when loved ones are near...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KK9LYPkI8f0/TwDWQPf-OxI/AAAAAAAACs0/MrAz44Qdi74/s72-c/IMG_1517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1624639828250794095</id><published>2011-12-22T12:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:42:23.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yes I Did</title><content type='html'>Novelty baking (ok I didn't actually bake, just assembled). I'm just not the creative type. But I did it. I'm not going to say they turned out amazing, but I think they were an overall success. Now to bake or not to bake cookies.... All my gifts are done and my fear is I may succumb to the "one for you. One for me" policy on cookies. It may be better to avoid... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Hat Brownies! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO7NjsrcgS8/Tu6myKAxZmI/AAAAAAAACq4/NaxdPaPY0aM/s1600/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO7NjsrcgS8/Tu6myKAxZmI/AAAAAAAACq4/NaxdPaPY0aM/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687666760026777186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hw94ro7I_FM/Tu6mx6MMUeI/AAAAAAAACqo/oXpRpp3gbqI/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hw94ro7I_FM/Tu6mx6MMUeI/AAAAAAAACqo/oXpRpp3gbqI/s400/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687666755779711458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwPvQ9dKtgU/Tu6mxgAjfeI/AAAAAAAACqg/SC-ajlvTXRk/s1600/IMG_1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iwPvQ9dKtgU/Tu6mxgAjfeI/AAAAAAAACqg/SC-ajlvTXRk/s400/IMG_1471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687666748751576546" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1303632869327392276-1624639828250794095?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1624639828250794095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1624639828250794095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1624639828250794095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1624639828250794095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-yes-i-did.html' title='Oh Yes I Did'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO7NjsrcgS8/Tu6myKAxZmI/AAAAAAAACq4/NaxdPaPY0aM/s72-c/IMG_1468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3183449527079136811</id><published>2011-12-19T10:07:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T14:26:25.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Love it as Much as I Did...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMNOSMPwV0g/Tu9UaEsevdI/AAAAAAAACrQ/kPKcSVAwMig/s1600/emmet-otter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMNOSMPwV0g/Tu9UaEsevdI/AAAAAAAACrQ/kPKcSVAwMig/s400/emmet-otter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687857661305863634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas. Based on an early 70's children's book with Gift of the Magi themes, this adorable Jim Henson production and emmy nominated movie narrated by Kermit the Frog is a long standing family favorite of ours. A darling tale of the love of a mother and son, sacrifice, and holiday spirit is so nostalgic for me, it could almost make me cry. Seeing it every year as a child was a highlight of the holiday season. &lt;br /&gt;Watching it as an adult and the fact that my kids LOVE it makes it all the better. Don't you love when you catch all the humor made for adults that you missed as a kid? If you know the movie you probably remember the opening song &lt;em&gt;The One Bathing Suit that Your Grandma Otter Wore&lt;/em&gt;. Cute little tune, very sentimental sounding. But, let me tell you, if anyone wrote a song about me and my "generous silhouette" and that they used my bathing suit after I died to make curtains, handkerchiefs, and &lt;em&gt;clothing for the poor &lt;/em&gt;boy would I be MAD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVZ6A570IJo/Tu9VkFDLVzI/AAAAAAAACrc/QAxZ6uLoITw/s1600/Chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iVZ6A570IJo/Tu9VkFDLVzI/AAAAAAAACrc/QAxZ6uLoITw/s400/Chuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687858932711380786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, The River Bottom Nightmare Band... classic. Hysterical. Best lyrics ever. "WE DON'T BRUSH OUR TEETH 'CUZ A TOOTHACHE HELPS US STAY MEAN" (yes, shouted).  My 3 year old could not be fooled, his first response when he saw Chuck was "dat Cookie Monster". Give it a look and listen, see what you think. Muppet Wiki described them as "When not performing on stage, the band members enjoy breaking traffic laws, riding their snowmobiles, and destroying merchandise." Gotta love this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen it? You've got 6 days to get it and make it part of your families holiday tradition. (P.S.- it's now on Netflix).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3183449527079136811?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3183449527079136811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3183449527079136811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3183449527079136811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3183449527079136811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/12/they-love-it-as-much-as-i-did.html' title='They Love it as Much as I Did...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMNOSMPwV0g/Tu9UaEsevdI/AAAAAAAACrQ/kPKcSVAwMig/s72-c/emmet-otter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-848582117243591379</id><published>2011-12-18T21:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T21:50:01.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>32 and counting (quickly, it seems!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEnGCyZUrSM/Tu6mOctQn6I/AAAAAAAACqU/23VFNlC9V0g/s1600/IMG_1455.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/-NEnGCyZUrSM/Tu6mOctQn6I/AAAAAAAACqU/23VFNlC9V0g/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687666146569920418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I celebrated my 32nd birthday. It was a great day and I enjoyed every minute. Good company, thoughtful gifts, and two excited little boys- it really couldn't have been better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_PMKif-1tA/Tu6jEisue6I/AAAAAAAACqI/JbtnAFHcPq8/s1600/forever-young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a_PMKif-1tA/Tu6jEisue6I/AAAAAAAACqI/JbtnAFHcPq8/s400/forever-young.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687662677844720546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-848582117243591379?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/848582117243591379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=848582117243591379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/848582117243591379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/848582117243591379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/12/32-and-counting-quickly-it-seems.html' title='32 and counting (quickly, it seems!)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NEnGCyZUrSM/Tu6mOctQn6I/AAAAAAAACqU/23VFNlC9V0g/s72-c/IMG_1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2804941133355920172</id><published>2011-12-11T21:13:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:50:12.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for the Extra Special People in Your LIfe (on a budget)</title><content type='html'>As I've mentioned, we do small Christmases all around, so I put a lot of effort into finding and giving economical but useful gifts to everyone on my list.&lt;br /&gt;I love to take this season to let my kids teachers and others in their lives know how much I appreciate them! I've typically done a tin of my family recipe butterball cookies (seriously, best cookie ever).  But this year I was not sure if I'd bake or not, so I went another way. &lt;br /&gt;This year, I attended a &lt;a href="http://www.thirtyonegifts.com/"&gt;31 purse party&lt;/a&gt;. I was on the verge of passing on ordering, as I just did not want to spend the money on myself, then I thought... hmmm Christmas.&lt;br /&gt; I could not resist getting these adorable lunch totes for the boys main teachers, at just $15 each... in this cute and fun pattern called circle spirals.  Perfect, and in budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-2-zydGJps/TuVlZ6ny6dI/AAAAAAAACpM/ooQag5zWWuA/s1600/SAM_0956%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-_-2-zydGJps/TuVlZ6ny6dI/AAAAAAAACpM/ooQag5zWWuA/s320/SAM_0956%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685061600532425170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For their teacher assistants , I managed to score a deal on Buffalo Night Out Books, at $6.00 each! Add a $5.00 Tim Horton's gift card to that, and I personally think it's a great gift! And, I love being able to bless those who love and care for my children when I am not with them.  There's no way they'll ever know just how thankful I am. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzLDkFSE91M/TuVoFpAOGiI/AAAAAAAACpw/Dg2iiiwvIno/s1600/tim-hortons-card-quickpay.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UhRFpDAy9Xs/TuVn7TFAXSI/AAAAAAAACpk/wG72g2yMMgQ/s200/nightout.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685064373056331042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 117px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YzLDkFSE91M/TuVoFpAOGiI/AAAAAAAACpw/Dg2iiiwvIno/s200/tim-hortons-card-quickpay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685064550740531746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may do this for my bosses too, who doesn't like a good coffee and a great deal at their fingertips. &lt;br /&gt;For my superwoman babysitter, Jessica, who I am 99.99% sure does not know I have a blog, I ordered some great sterling  jewelry (having a jewelery store in my family makes it easy to get quality and quantity! Yes!), and for her little ones who share their mom for at least an hour a day I got some cute gifts for their rooms off Paper Coterie using a fabulous coupon code. (I'm being general here- just in case!) &lt;br /&gt;I love being able to still get people neat and useful gifts without going nuts.  Christmas is about so much more than stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2804941133355920172?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2804941133355920172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2804941133355920172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2804941133355920172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2804941133355920172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-for-extra-special-people-in.html' title='Shopping for the Extra Special People in Your LIfe (on a budget)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_-2-zydGJps/TuVlZ6ny6dI/AAAAAAAACpM/ooQag5zWWuA/s72-c/SAM_0956%2B%2528Small%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3298296964014871474</id><published>2011-12-04T12:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T10:07:15.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey! We're In New York...</title><content type='html'>(Finish this movie line, and I'll mail you a check for $50.00) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an opportunity to get to The Big Apple this past week! It was just us, which was nice. To help ease our anxieties while away from the kids it helped that that at no point during the trip did we say "the kids would love this". It was busy, bustling, and we really made the most of our time. We had a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;What topped my list was Eataly- Mario Batali's Italian Market, Ellis Island, The Union Square Holiday Market, and The NBC Studios Tour at Rockefeller Center. We even got to see SNL in mid rehearsal, with Fred Armisen at the news desk rehearsing his best Obama. My husband got his fix at the Apple Store on 5th Ave, along with about 1,000,000 others with the same idea. The Greyline Double Decker Bus Tour worked out very well for us, we hopped on and off all day and conquered Manhattan like it was our job (it also helped that Paul is like a human map memorizing freak of nature). &lt;br /&gt;We got to visit with family while staying in a charming part of Brooklyn, and also got to meet Surya, my long time friend Amber's new baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being tourists on the Double Decker Bus (well worth your time!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KAYyGyspj4/TtuqNSul4_I/AAAAAAAACpA/QHtwtQd9vdo/s1600/P1010599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682322500200293362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KAYyGyspj4/TtuqNSul4_I/AAAAAAAACpA/QHtwtQd9vdo/s400/P1010599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had a hot dog with cream cheese, everything bagel seasoning, and scallions? No?? Make it a point on your next NYC visit to find this hole in the wall place Anthony Bourdain pointed us to on his show- AMAZING! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Upxta2bh1J8/TtuqMwA-bKI/AAAAAAAACo0/YtzOmjC23tE/s1600/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682322490882157730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Upxta2bh1J8/TtuqMwA-bKI/AAAAAAAACo0/YtzOmjC23tE/s400/P1010625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tree at Rockefeller &amp; Starbucks (or $5.00 coffee, as Paul calls it). Very New York! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCz8wF5VyDg/TtuqMgpvB0I/AAAAAAAACoo/boDyRy-uiX0/s1600/P1010634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682322486758147906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qCz8wF5VyDg/TtuqMgpvB0I/AAAAAAAACoo/boDyRy-uiX0/s400/P1010634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3298296964014871474?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3298296964014871474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3298296964014871474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3298296964014871474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3298296964014871474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-were-in-new-york.html' title='Hey! We&apos;re In New York...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9KAYyGyspj4/TtuqNSul4_I/AAAAAAAACpA/QHtwtQd9vdo/s72-c/P1010599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8595709866873176776</id><published>2011-11-28T22:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:00:42.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights in the Park!</title><content type='html'>One advantage of city living is being in walking distance of a great park.  Each Christmas season Hyde Park in Niagara Falls has a holiday lights display that we drive through daily. We took advantage of the mild temps and walked though the other night... The kids were thrilled and we really enjoyed  the up close and personal experience with the lights.  If you're local, check it out!  If not, I bet your city had some cool stuff this season! &lt;br /&gt;Golfing buddies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFJwPI5RP2o/TtRTWhkisCI/AAAAAAAACog/PQvelLmk2K0/s1600/IMG_1452.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFJwPI5RP2o/TtRTWhkisCI/AAAAAAAACog/PQvelLmk2K0/s400/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680256676454903842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterskiing like Santa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4j5rDb2QZI/TtRTEi_60OI/AAAAAAAACoI/V9lg0EwgY9E/s1600/IMG_1448.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4j5rDb2QZI/TtRTEi_60OI/AAAAAAAACoI/V9lg0EwgY9E/s400/IMG_1448.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680256367600521442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knexNkTXx9Q/TtRTD2TIexI/AAAAAAAACn4/Yg72_qfoPGs/s1600/IMG_1443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knexNkTXx9Q/TtRTD2TIexI/AAAAAAAACn4/Yg72_qfoPGs/s400/IMG_1443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680256355601513234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Act like penguins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DTmB_5NOIg/TtRTDua19aI/AAAAAAAACns/N4cP9iCBXho/s1600/IMG_1437.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0DTmB_5NOIg/TtRTDua19aI/AAAAAAAACns/N4cP9iCBXho/s400/IMG_1437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680256353486370210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the triple axle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Arr-99Nzu4k/TtRTC6aSA1I/AAAAAAAACng/mEXBJJe4Qw8/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Arr-99Nzu4k/TtRTC6aSA1I/AAAAAAAACng/mEXBJJe4Qw8/s400/IMG_1440.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680256339525370706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa's workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnWCfnschOM/TtRTCgBBBRI/AAAAAAAACnU/AIj9LEFXPPs/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YnWCfnschOM/TtRTCgBBBRI/AAAAAAAACnU/AIj9LEFXPPs/s400/IMG_1434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680256332440077586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8595709866873176776?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8595709866873176776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8595709866873176776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8595709866873176776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8595709866873176776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/11/lights-in-park.html' title='Lights in the Park!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFJwPI5RP2o/TtRTWhkisCI/AAAAAAAACog/PQvelLmk2K0/s72-c/IMG_1452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1997614191273367503</id><published>2011-11-28T15:39:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T22:31:52.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, It's the Muppet Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsrKZB0O2ZE/TtP6ImY1iSI/AAAAAAAACnI/R2HxNw0ykj4/s1600/mana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680158580694944034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsrKZB0O2ZE/TtP6ImY1iSI/AAAAAAAACnI/R2HxNw0ykj4/s400/mana.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NB9lMeL8i9I/TtP48r2qbMI/AAAAAAAACmk/z-OPyvFXa-4/s1600/mana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NB9lMeL8i9I/TtP48r2qbMI/AAAAAAAACmk/z-OPyvFXa-4/s1600/mana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680157276492164290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NB9lMeL8i9I/TtP48r2qbMI/AAAAAAAACmk/z-OPyvFXa-4/s320/mana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BtJ6_d1Jp2s/TtP5BCdFrWI/AAAAAAAACmw/QwW5JC-YGME/s1600/mana.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NB9lMeL8i9I/TtP48r2qbMI/AAAAAAAACmk/z-OPyvFXa-4/s1600/mana.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are Muppet-a-holics.&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on long before talk of the release of the newest movie.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that they can act out Mahna Mahna to a tee, and jam their keyboards to the Muppet Show Theme ("It's time to play the music! It's time to light the lights,It's time to meet the Muppet's on the Muppet Show tonight"....remember 80's kids??). We've also ventured to Muppet Babies for a little more Jim Henson fun.&lt;br /&gt;I have always found it neat that the things that entertained me can entertain them too. We're also big fans of Follow That Bird, my first VHS movie ever. I still remember my dad getting the VCR and renting the movie at that new movie place, Blockbuster. He left if for us, but failed to hook it up. This was the equivalent of torture, really.&lt;br /&gt;I digress, So, naturally we rushed to the theater on opening day and saw the movie. I was mildly embarrassed and slightly proud that my kids were shouting out "there's Jason Segal" and "look! Amy Adams" after watching the trailer so many times. Adam's level of excitement was off the charts. Zachary did fairly well.&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I am not a movie person. I'm a TV watcher and a reader. That being said, I thought the movie rocked. It kept all the original elements and personalities, and also added some modern cool stuff. I promise you'll be elbowing your neighbor saying "remember him??" nostalgically.&lt;br /&gt;Walter, the new Muppet, is a perfect addition to the Muppets. The musical numbers were just the right amount of catchy and funny. A little cheesy too, and it made it more fun. I was also thrilled beyond thrilled that Jason Segal remained fully and completely clothed during the entire movie. (A few months ago, After finally agreeing to watch a movie with my husband we chose Forgetting Sarah Marshall becuase we like Jason Segal in How I Met Your Mother. Let's just say that we saw wayyyy more of him that we'd ever have liked to. 'Nuff said.)&lt;br /&gt;The movie was sweet, classic, and kid friendly. My five year old completely got it and reiterated the plot and quite a bit of the music to my sister when we got home. He also has not stopped singing "we built this city on rooooock and roooooooll" since we got home. Folks, he is going to be a rock star. Or at least be in a high school band, no doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1997614191273367503?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1997614191273367503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1997614191273367503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1997614191273367503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1997614191273367503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/11/ladies-and-gentlemen-its-muppet-show.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen, It&apos;s the Muppet Show!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qsrKZB0O2ZE/TtP6ImY1iSI/AAAAAAAACnI/R2HxNw0ykj4/s72-c/mana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2095532283788135110</id><published>2011-11-24T17:24:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T17:52:52.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquaphor? Everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYxX00ktPdw/Ts7F_CUxBmI/AAAAAAAACmM/d8JS7uqtt3I/s1600/aqua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYxX00ktPdw/Ts7F_CUxBmI/AAAAAAAACmM/d8JS7uqtt3I/s320/aqua.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678693866907174498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once again have to just mention how versatile and effective Aquaphor is. It really is my lifesaver, and if I had only one product to choose to keep in my purse, it would be this. &lt;br /&gt;- Chapped or raw lips, it not only heals but soothes burning&lt;br /&gt;- Kids winter noses, mouths, and cheeks- it's the best! &lt;br /&gt;- Dry patches on dogs&lt;br /&gt;- Works as well is not better than Lanolin while breastfeeding. It's not harmful if ingested (according to my ped.). &lt;br /&gt;- Smoothing healing zits that powder settles into- a little dot and you're good&lt;br /&gt;- A better diaper ointment than any I've tried, and if you're out of the diaper phase keep it on hand during unfortunate flu bugs- it can help soothe the pain that comes with diarrhea. &lt;br /&gt;- Mix a little with your long wear lipstick if it's too dry for you&lt;br /&gt;- Quick eraser for botched makeup while you're out&lt;br /&gt;- Instant fix for the dry skin between fingers or under rings &lt;br /&gt;- Soothes cuts, burns, blisters,sunburn, rashes, and more. &lt;br /&gt;- If you have a nose bleeder (my son Adam gets them), using your pinkie nail you can use on inner nostril to soothe the dryness. &lt;br /&gt;- Accidentally get a Zhu Zhu pet caught in your hair? (Don't ask). It helps get it out without too much screaming. Probably works on gum too. &lt;br /&gt;- Why pay $5.00 or more for cuticle oil when this works as well and at a fraction of the cost. &lt;br /&gt;- On that note, it's pretty much a pedicure in a tube&lt;br /&gt;- Add a blob to your regular lotion and skip buying the need for an intensive moisturizer&lt;br /&gt;- Use to polish old wood that's not in great shape. It brings it up to a nice shine and give a temporary seal (olive oil does this too). I tried this on our old dining room table that my great grandfather built- I was very pleased! &lt;br /&gt;And, for $3.49 a tube, $5.99 a tub... or $8.49 for 3 tubes at Sam's Club- it's super economical and a no brainer. I probably should mention that I recently bought my 3rd tub since we've been married (almost 9 years), and a tube at least over a year in your purse/makeup bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2095532283788135110?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2095532283788135110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2095532283788135110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2095532283788135110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2095532283788135110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/11/aquaphor-everything.html' title='Aquaphor? Everything!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jYxX00ktPdw/Ts7F_CUxBmI/AAAAAAAACmM/d8JS7uqtt3I/s72-c/aqua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4502800604748534225</id><published>2011-11-15T10:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:25:34.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it a Shot...</title><content type='html'>I cannot promise this code will work for you, but I got 10 free Christmas cards from MyPublisher.com. And by free I mean FREE. No shipping! Use:4PB-ACPY by November 21.&lt;br /&gt;They are beautiful! Thanks to free codes, I now have 40 awesome and unique Christmas cards to send this year from various sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK4snclU0kc/TsKDbh5H4dI/AAAAAAAACkI/yxFJHADP2YA/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK4snclU0kc/TsKDbh5H4dI/AAAAAAAACkI/yxFJHADP2YA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675242989417914834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4502800604748534225?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4502800604748534225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4502800604748534225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4502800604748534225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4502800604748534225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/11/give-it-shot.html' title='Give it a Shot...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qK4snclU0kc/TsKDbh5H4dI/AAAAAAAACkI/yxFJHADP2YA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-703761561451854095</id><published>2011-11-08T11:14:00.035-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:32:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deals!</title><content type='html'>If you know me at all well, it will not surprise you to learn that I can honestly say I do not pay full price for anything. I beeline for the clearance section. I always look for a coupon code or an additional percentage off. We shop at Aldi. We don't have cable (though this is getting more and more negotiable). In fact, I can only remember one time at the prompting of my sister that I bought a full price sweater for my birthday... that being said it was at the Banana Republic Outlet.. so I'm not even sure if that counts. &lt;br /&gt;I love deals, and I love to shop. It's taken me a while to realize that just because it's a great deal does not mean that you have to buy it- but this time of year -shopping happens. &lt;br /&gt;With Christmas coming, I am watching for deals everyday! We do not do large Christmases, so I like to make the gifts I do buy be thoughtful, individual, and last but not least, economical. &lt;br /&gt;The website I have been stalking, but have yet to purchase from (I have a habit of filling my cart then chickening out and closing the window) is &lt;a href="https://www.zulily.com/auth/"&gt;Zulily.com&lt;/a&gt;. It's fun, different stuff for women and kids. If you have a daughter, good luck with your willpower... I've been able to resist thanks to all the &lt;br /&gt;"XY-ness" at my house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnvxJdNZjN4/TrlZEUZOEeI/AAAAAAAACiA/LW44hqZKReE/s1600/frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnvxJdNZjN4/TrlZEUZOEeI/AAAAAAAACiA/LW44hqZKReE/s320/frame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672663136378687970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now the deal that's catching my eye on zulily is the Chick Lingo Home Decor- $20 for $40 worth of gifts... I mean what mom does not want their baby's sweet face in this frame... c'mon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna Get Away? We did, and we scored $77 round trip flights to NYC later this month... just me and the hubby. Though romance is nice, we opted out of the $300+ a night hotel and are crashing with family- that way we can see the sights, eat, and be more free to shop within a budget. Paul's never been to the city, and it's been a while for me! Suggestions welcome- check out &lt;a href="http://www.southwest.com/"&gt;southwest.com &lt;/a&gt;for some good deals right now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.moolala.com/deals/buffalo"&gt;Moolala.com&lt;/a&gt; (kinda like a Groupon) also has some intriguing bargains going on right now... like $20 for $40 worth of name brand, high end cosmetics from Bloom.com. Includes 3 free samples, so if you're shopping for gifts like I am you can try a few things out for you. OPI nail polish makes a great add to any gift! &lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely getting this &lt;a href="http://livingsocial.com/cities/66/deals/164973-20-page-hardcover-photo-book"&gt;LivingSocial.com&lt;/a&gt; deal for a $10 for a 20 page photo book from MyPublisher.com... I'm not a scrapbooker so I love photobooks! I also love trying new companies to do them- I love Shutterfly but had some gorgeous books done at &lt;a href="http://www.papercoterie.com/"&gt;PaperCoterie.com&lt;/a&gt;(FOR FREE), so I am excited to see what this company has to offer. . &lt;br /&gt;Want to try Paper Coterie? I found a code for $30 off your order- no minimum! Try it out, I know I'm going to! Use: H2SHOLIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;And my final deal- which I guess technically is full price- is Elf brand eye primer. ?With this, your eye makeup STAYS ON. ALL DAY. For a whopping $1.00 at Target- give it a shot. Who has time to reapply? Now you don't have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-703761561451854095?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/703761561451854095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=703761561451854095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/703761561451854095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/703761561451854095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/11/deals.html' title='Deals!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dnvxJdNZjN4/TrlZEUZOEeI/AAAAAAAACiA/LW44hqZKReE/s72-c/frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3323490690134589836</id><published>2011-10-28T21:43:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:00:44.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight Words, and Reading Levels, and ...Kindness?  Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK5OnZVO35U/TqtbGDz10SI/AAAAAAAACgE/-3l6JqjG_Mk/s1600/sightwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK5OnZVO35U/TqtbGDz10SI/AAAAAAAACgE/-3l6JqjG_Mk/s200/sightwords.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668724715635986722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kindergarten... Yup, the time has come... the play is over, and work has begun.  And this momma has mixed feelings.  My dear cousin, a fabulous kindergarten teacher, tells me she reminds her parents that "pre-k was time for play".  This makes sense and breaks my heart at the same time.  Don't get my wrong, my little man loves school and got a great report from his teacher, but I cannot help but wonder "why so much, so fast".  I find myself stressing that he knows the "sight words", and worrying that we may not have met the reading time requirement because we were busy doing other things, or simply enjoying down time.  It can be trying, and can easily shift focus to things the world focuses on....&lt;br /&gt;My prayer while I was pregnant and to this day was that my children were (of course) healthy, happy, loved, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;.  I know those prayers have, at times, included "smart", "exceptional", and probably even "popular"... but the prayer that God has always pressed upon my heart was "kindness".   So, when his teacher explained where he was with his reading levels, math, etc... of course I cared and was proud to hear how hard he was working and how inquisitive he is  (while secretly hoping inquisitive did not equate to annoying, ha ha).. .my heart warmed when she said he's "a very sweet boy".  Not that I didn't know that already, but I want his little light to shine everywhere it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because can't you just tell be looking at him that he's special? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pdMEmTuz3U/TrSKQvanKmI/AAAAAAAACgw/-vN5hGhOHeY/s1600/Vinkles-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pdMEmTuz3U/TrSKQvanKmI/AAAAAAAACgw/-vN5hGhOHeY/s400/Vinkles-60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671309850976922210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3323490690134589836?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3323490690134589836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3323490690134589836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3323490690134589836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3323490690134589836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/10/sight-words-and-reading-levels-and.html' title='Sight Words, and Reading Levels, and ...Kindness?  Oh My!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK5OnZVO35U/TqtbGDz10SI/AAAAAAAACgE/-3l6JqjG_Mk/s72-c/sightwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2650072561265994782</id><published>2011-10-17T17:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:58:23.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Weekends</title><content type='html'>Fall in Buffalo, NY. &lt;br /&gt;One weekend it's 85 and sunny.  The next it's 45, windy, and rainy.  &lt;br /&gt;Such is the case this 2011 autumn. &lt;br /&gt;We spent a nice afternoon at Kelkenburg Farms about a half hour from our house.   It happened to be the 85 and sunny afternoon.  Paul and I were both seriously regretting wearing jeans.  Fun was had by all, though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzFNgjWSZ9E/TpyeqsUNUFI/AAAAAAAACfI/5lSgKL8nxn4/s1600/boyshorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzFNgjWSZ9E/TpyeqsUNUFI/AAAAAAAACfI/5lSgKL8nxn4/s400/boyshorse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664576887612854354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vw2PSu570Ss/Tp9_2KDqjUI/AAAAAAAACf4/J0GZgvTsZEE/s1600/field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vw2PSu570Ss/Tp9_2KDqjUI/AAAAAAAACf4/J0GZgvTsZEE/s400/field.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665387424644762946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9BPv1flbtw/Tp9_1iWomII/AAAAAAAACfc/Iywd0WhYzKc/s1600/zhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9BPv1flbtw/Tp9_1iWomII/AAAAAAAACfc/Iywd0WhYzKc/s400/zhorse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665387413986908290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-b_J9qFLBc/Tp9_1o4YK6I/AAAAAAAACfU/uuSoUtHuuU8/s1600/ahorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-b_J9qFLBc/Tp9_1o4YK6I/AAAAAAAACfU/uuSoUtHuuU8/s400/ahorse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665387415739050914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPxx_w6d0Mw/Tp9_18xz8LI/AAAAAAAACfo/ksyXpOXkq6U/s1600/carroof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPxx_w6d0Mw/Tp9_18xz8LI/AAAAAAAACfo/ksyXpOXkq6U/s400/carroof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665387421080219826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2650072561265994782?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2650072561265994782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2650072561265994782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2650072561265994782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2650072561265994782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/10/fall-weekends.html' title='Fall Weekends'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzFNgjWSZ9E/TpyeqsUNUFI/AAAAAAAACfI/5lSgKL8nxn4/s72-c/boyshorse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4806870575145112268</id><published>2011-10-13T08:43:00.033-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T21:26:59.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cuHci0Yycw/TrSP4NjS7rI/AAAAAAAACg8/f6k1X2A9ki4/s1600/laid-off-1-postable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cuHci0Yycw/TrSP4NjS7rI/AAAAAAAACg8/f6k1X2A9ki4/s320/laid-off-1-postable.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671316026639445682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in previous posts, I was laid off from my job in June last year. I really struggled with this for a number of reasons- one being the fact I loved what I did- my heart has always had a lot of room for inner city kids in far less fortunate situations than many of us could imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Another reason that did not hit my until now were the absence of daily friendship and social life. I love the people I worked with and considered many of them good friends. It was nice to have that social outlet and people to help relieve the stress that went with such a stressful and high demand job- a job that only a person there could understand. Yes folks, I  miss my work buddies! &lt;br /&gt;In the past, I've been used to resigning a job on my own terms and have usually stayed long term. Usually my departure is with a "the door is always open" offer as I walk away. So an unexpected side effect from my lay off was embarrassment. Yes, there were over 100 lay offs in the school district. Yes, every single social worker was laid off. And yes, the positions are not mandated and were grant funded so the schools are less likely to fund them (translate: the writing was on the wall). But, still I was left feeling like I had done something wrong. Like I was alone. Though reassured time and again that my absence would be not only noticed but that I'd be missed. &lt;br /&gt;So the transition time came and went, and I still found myself without a job that I wanted to do and that compensated me for my education and experience. The "bad economy" that we had been fortunate enough to ignore the last several years had become a very real thing to us. &lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am working 2 part time jobs and am really having a hard time adjusting. The work is not the same (one job is in kidney dialysis, the other with teen parents), and truthfully &lt;em&gt;I'm bored&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not the type that thrives on boredom, personally or professionally. So, we'll see where this road goes. I know that with anything, there's an adjustment period. A time to wait and see. In fact, looking back in my blog posts &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-forgot-what-this-was-like.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, it was not long ago that I felt this way at the job I came to love...&lt;br /&gt;I do feel like this season is just a transition into something else. Time will tell, and prayers are appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4806870575145112268?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4806870575145112268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4806870575145112268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4806870575145112268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4806870575145112268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-most-hated-emotion-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cuHci0Yycw/TrSP4NjS7rI/AAAAAAAACg8/f6k1X2A9ki4/s72-c/laid-off-1-postable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1261788730006332351</id><published>2011-10-06T09:45:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T21:52:56.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>You Won't Forget Precious Jones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3S-1NJRrPM/To2ziWG5IGI/AAAAAAAACfA/YAbFDyEmKo0/s1600/push-cover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660377709305995362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3S-1NJRrPM/To2ziWG5IGI/AAAAAAAACfA/YAbFDyEmKo0/s320/push-cover1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certainly some unforgettable book characters in my memory... Olive from Olive Kitteridge, Minny Jackson from The Help, Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games, Enzo the dog from The Art of Racing in the Rain...and I certainly could go on...&lt;br /&gt;But,there are none who will stay with me as much as Clarice "Precious" Jones, the main character in Sapphire's novel, Push. &lt;br /&gt;How can it be described?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gut wrenching, graphic, devastating.&lt;br /&gt;Heartwarming, encouraging, enlightening. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, all of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also worth mentioning that this was my first audio book. It wasn't 5 minutes into my drive to my first day at my new job when tears were streaming down my face. I wore foundation for Pete's sake. I hate foundation. By the time I was at work it was all streaky and weird...&lt;br /&gt;The story, narrated in a very believable voice, really touches you while leaving you stunned at what this character endures. Though a novel, I am sure there are stories out there of kids that have been through similar stories. Heck, I've met a few of them in my career...&lt;br /&gt;The story is as follows- you have a young girl who has every social, physical, emotional, and economical disadvantage one can have. It's her story of how she "plays the hand she's dealt" (my favorite line from the book) and comes out on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;Read it, but be prepared- it's not for the fainthearted. It's not an easy read, but I sometimes find these reads necessary to center myself, regain perspective, and just plan be real. I have not seen the movie, and I'm not sure I will, but I have heard it's also quite touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1261788730006332351?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1261788730006332351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1261788730006332351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1261788730006332351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1261788730006332351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-wont-forget-precious-jones.html' title='You Won&apos;t Forget Precious Jones.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3S-1NJRrPM/To2ziWG5IGI/AAAAAAAACfA/YAbFDyEmKo0/s72-c/push-cover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4261267907992562672</id><published>2011-10-03T20:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T20:53:32.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kickin' It</title><content type='html'>I didn't run a marathon &lt;br /&gt;I didn't reach my weight loss goal &lt;br /&gt;I didn't keep my house as neat as I wanted to this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I did kick a nasty habit. &lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me well knows I have always been a nail biter. Not a nibbler, but a true biter. Right down to the quicks. Gross, I know, but everyone has something...&lt;br /&gt;After my younger years of my mom threatening me with hot pepper nail polish, and failed bribes of New Kids on the Block gear.... And, my adult years switching between acrylics and hiding my hands in my pockets- I finally did it. I kicked the habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gel nails, no fakes... truth be told I absolutely hate the nail salon. The only way I could do this is to go maintenance free and keep them up myself in the simplest way possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enormously proud. And, who knew what useful tools nails could be!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--l4vxBiHu6c/TopYEPwBYMI/AAAAAAAACe4/QaYzOUpssuU/s1600/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--l4vxBiHu6c/TopYEPwBYMI/AAAAAAAACe4/QaYzOUpssuU/s400/nails.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659432711715119298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4261267907992562672?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4261267907992562672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4261267907992562672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4261267907992562672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4261267907992562672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-didnt-run-marathon-i-didnt-reach-my.html' title='Kickin&apos; It'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--l4vxBiHu6c/TopYEPwBYMI/AAAAAAAACe4/QaYzOUpssuU/s72-c/nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-523504160316683263</id><published>2011-10-02T11:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T11:46:30.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'>Turkey Time</title><content type='html'>Very rarely do I allow myself to wander into Pottery Barn at the mall, knowing full well that I  won't spend the money on their products despite how much I like them.  &lt;br /&gt;On this rare occasion, I went in, and I fell in love with these little turkeys for Thanksgiving decoration.  I typically don't really do much for anything but Christmas, in fact my Halloween decoration is a live gigantic spider web along with a HUGE spider on my front porch.  It's been spared the hairspray/broom method of destruction so we can be a little bit festive (thanks mother nature, I guess... )&lt;br /&gt;But, how cute are these? &lt;br /&gt;(www.potterybarn.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rI8Cp1xwcIc/ToiF74ZmdpI/AAAAAAAACes/q5v0gW4BiHM/s1600/TURKEYS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rI8Cp1xwcIc/ToiF74ZmdpI/AAAAAAAACes/q5v0gW4BiHM/s320/TURKEYS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658920195589568146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking perhaps in January or February they'll go on final clearance, and they'll be mine for next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-523504160316683263?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/523504160316683263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=523504160316683263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/523504160316683263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/523504160316683263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/10/turkey-time.html' title='Turkey Time'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rI8Cp1xwcIc/ToiF74ZmdpI/AAAAAAAACes/q5v0gW4BiHM/s72-c/TURKEYS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7815195167880471530</id><published>2011-09-29T09:42:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:23:12.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Years??!!??!!</title><content type='html'>I am super proud of my creations (I've been a little Shutterfly happy lately) to mark my law's 40th Wedding Anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;I got to thinking- 40 years- needless to say, that's a long time. Really something to acknowledge and celebrate, it's remarkable to see a couple who has been married for 40 years and still be completely committed to each other. &lt;br /&gt;I have been really proud of my 8+ years of marriage, but to put it next to 40 I can't help but say "wow". &lt;br /&gt;I don't personally know a lot about their marriage- the ups, downs, backs and forths, but what I do know is that they set a phenomenal example for my husband. He's the most accepting and loving person I know. Rarely a bad word about anyone, as level headed as they come, unwavering in his commitment. Makes up for the great deal I lack. That stuff is learned by example, and I have no doubt that he had a great one to guide him. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Mom &amp; Dad Vinkle! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AasmLZo2ZtGLKbA&amp;amp;cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AasmLZo2ZtGLA/0AasmLZo2ZtGLOwg/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1317303717000/0/" style="padding: 0; 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width: 425px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; offers exclusive layouts and designs so you can make your book just the way you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=photobook&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7815195167880471530?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7815195167880471530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7815195167880471530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7815195167880471530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7815195167880471530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/09/5x7-folded-card.html' title='40 Years??!!??!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1173389885859473038</id><published>2011-09-24T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:23:18.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again, I could not resist 10 Free Cards!</title><content type='html'>It's early, I know, but does anyone want to get a Halloween card in the mail? Ten free cards from Shutterfly? Who can say no to that? The back is cute too... wish it showed up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AasmLZo2ZtGLKKA&amp;amp;cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AasmLZo2ZtGLA/0AasmLZo2ZtGLOhg/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1316909467000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none;  box-shadow: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Believe In Magic Religious Christmas Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shop Shutterfly for beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;photo Christmas cards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;View the entire &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=msc&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"&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/1303632869327392276-1173389885859473038?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1173389885859473038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1173389885859473038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1173389885859473038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1173389885859473038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/09/stationery-card.html' title='Once again, I could not resist 10 Free Cards!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8474938532148234757</id><published>2011-09-23T16:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:14:14.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K 3!!</title><content type='html'>This kid is proud to be in pre-k!  Maybe because he's an eager learner and loves making friends. Maybe because he thinks it's awesome to be in Adam's (former) "big kid school".  &lt;br /&gt;This mom is surprisingly less emotional about this than the &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/09/thing-about-cliches-theyre-usually-true.html"&gt;kindergarten entrance&lt;/a&gt; two weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because I still have him 2 days a week, all to myself.  And, this is the first time I've ever been home with just him.  &lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, this kid's good company.... funny, cuddly, helpful... I am grateful for this season in my life, even though it's not as expected, it's been a welcome change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5T_LiBIk3zw/TnzmpdsYxjI/AAAAAAAACek/lxOqxzN3WZU/s1600/P1010373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5T_LiBIk3zw/TnzmpdsYxjI/AAAAAAAACek/lxOqxzN3WZU/s400/P1010373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655648832090326578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8474938532148234757?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8474938532148234757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8474938532148234757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8474938532148234757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8474938532148234757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/09/pre-k-3.html' title='Pre-K 3!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5T_LiBIk3zw/TnzmpdsYxjI/AAAAAAAACek/lxOqxzN3WZU/s72-c/P1010373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5618477125746245561</id><published>2011-09-14T16:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:03:40.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Airshow 2011</title><content type='html'>We did not have to wait in line, fight the crowds, or worry about Adam's sound sensitivity for the awesome air show this past weekend.  I have to say,  I got pretty excited about the how cool it was to see the planes flying overhead.  The camera was not fast enough to catch them (the SLR is in the shop), but we got one decent shot of the Thunderbirds- fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! They're coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTZ5I2GFXF4/TnzlkYJ9P5I/AAAAAAAACec/32pNzOUCNvQ/s1600/airshow1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTZ5I2GFXF4/TnzlkYJ9P5I/AAAAAAAACec/32pNzOUCNvQ/s400/airshow1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655647645192765330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHBZl_zlwkw/Tnzlj4fFtrI/AAAAAAAACeU/yhUiqcGE-Q8/s1600/airshow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHBZl_zlwkw/Tnzlj4fFtrI/AAAAAAAACeU/yhUiqcGE-Q8/s400/airshow2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655647636691465906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got a little loud, so Zachary hid in the bushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prkZyUMkyh8/TnzljBbW8kI/AAAAAAAACeM/pFVKkL9bkVw/s1600/airshow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prkZyUMkyh8/TnzljBbW8kI/AAAAAAAACeM/pFVKkL9bkVw/s400/airshow3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655647621911867970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They moved so fast!! The Thunderbirds! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoxybwqs8uY/Tnzli7Ixw1I/AAAAAAAACeE/e_st48k9M7Q/s1600/P1010365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aoxybwqs8uY/Tnzli7Ixw1I/AAAAAAAACeE/e_st48k9M7Q/s400/P1010365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655647620223320914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5618477125746245561?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5618477125746245561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5618477125746245561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5618477125746245561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5618477125746245561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/09/airshow-2011.html' title='Airshow 2011'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTZ5I2GFXF4/TnzlkYJ9P5I/AAAAAAAACec/32pNzOUCNvQ/s72-c/airshow1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7922332630655206364</id><published>2011-09-11T22:26:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T15:34:44.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Remain Changed.</title><content type='html'>I told my story of where I was, how I felt, and even how I was able to see it first hand &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-be-sure-that-american-spirit.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;The news has been reliving the day as though it were yesterday. Sometimes it seems like it was. &lt;br /&gt;The other night, I decided to check out the documentary Loose Change 9/11: An American Coup. You can read up on it &lt;a href="http://www.loosechange911.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, if you'd like, but watching it might be worth your hour and a half. While I am not really a huge conspiracy theorist, I do like to watch those types of things, so I don't become a naive person who just accepts any explanation given for a situation. That is my nature, to be trusting and just believe people. I think that can be good and bad, and that knowing (thyself) is half the battle. While I would never say that my belief system has been changed by this documentary, my eyebrows were raised. There were some unanswered questions. Some things that did not make sense. &lt;br /&gt;But I was in Manhattan for the purpose of work with victims and their families less than three weeks after the attacks. I not only saw and smelled the acrid burning rubble first hand, but I saw the eyes of those in grief and mourning across my Salvation Army assistance table, begging for help. I saw the walls plastered with missing persons posters.  I saw people wearing sandwich boards, with any hope they had turning to dread each day that passed. Though I admittedly have a terrible memory- but these ones were burned in, impossible to forget.  At 21, though young and green, I was changed.&lt;br /&gt;And that, I think, is the bottom line. No matter what the facts or unknowns are- we all were changed. Our spirits, our outlook, our way of loving and appreciating others, and our level of thankfulness and our freedom- changed. &lt;br /&gt;So, let's keep remembering, so we can remain changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7922332630655206364?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7922332630655206364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7922332630655206364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7922332630655206364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7922332630655206364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/09/ten-years-since-that-day.html' title='Remain Changed.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5109854624308111687</id><published>2011-09-06T10:28:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:21:04.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnings and Endings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>The thing about clichés... they're usually true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cliche- Noun: something that has become overly familiar or commonplace, and therefore loses its meaning.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never fun to hear the same thing over and over again, like when you have a newborn who is up and eating every hour and someone says "enjoy this now, they grow up so fast".  During those moments, you may think to yourself-"anytime now will be fine. I want to SLEEP".  Someone else may say "hug your kids while you can", while one is stuck to your leg and the other is hanging off your neck.  In that moment you'd kill for a day to not be touched constantly from morning until night.  And of course, there's the "one day you'll miss this", just after you get that mega-tantrum under control that about 30 people just witnessed at Target.  &lt;br /&gt;And of course, there's the one, that I actually love- "the days are long, but the years are short"....which hits you hardest the day  your baby starts kindergarden.  All you can think is "they grow up so fast", or "man, I'm going to miss this".  &lt;br /&gt;You take your baby to school (5 is a weird big kid but still a baby mix), walk them to their seat, and desperately want to pull the teacher aside and tell them how special your child is.  &lt;br /&gt;I mean,I realize there's 20 great kids, but mine is especially funny, smart, sweet, loving.... don't you think???? &lt;br /&gt;But, you know you can't be &lt;em&gt;that parent&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll just throw a detailed note in his bag tomorrow... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9AURl2Fli4/TmYw-Jxr-nI/AAAAAAAACd0/89i9SOAZo6k/s1600/adamk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9AURl2Fli4/TmYw-Jxr-nI/AAAAAAAACd0/89i9SOAZo6k/s400/adamk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649256626917210738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5109854624308111687?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5109854624308111687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5109854624308111687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5109854624308111687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5109854624308111687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/09/thing-about-cliches-theyre-usually-true.html' title='The thing about clichés... they&apos;re usually true.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w9AURl2Fli4/TmYw-Jxr-nI/AAAAAAAACd0/89i9SOAZo6k/s72-c/adamk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2897690692893693505</id><published>2011-08-25T22:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:13:40.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8RZeOAnerk/TlcCja7mhXI/AAAAAAAACdo/JT2dMG3DHl4/s1600/heaven.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8RZeOAnerk/TlcCja7mhXI/AAAAAAAACdo/JT2dMG3DHl4/s400/heaven.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644983465480193394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Believer? It will warm your heart and strengthen your faith. Skeptic? Give it a go, see if you rethink your ideas or see a scam. Lost a loved one? You may get some peace. Have young kids? You'll know that if it's as written, it could not have been made up. &lt;br /&gt;A lot of times you have to make a conscious choice to believe. I think this book easily fits into this category. I had moments of tears and am making that choice to believe it. Even if you're unsure, you can read it in about 2 hours and not lose too much time with it. Give it a shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2897690692893693505?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2897690692893693505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2897690692893693505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2897690692893693505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2897690692893693505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/believer-it-will-warm-your-heart-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8RZeOAnerk/TlcCja7mhXI/AAAAAAAACdo/JT2dMG3DHl4/s72-c/heaven.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3954748965118146097</id><published>2011-08-23T23:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:23:58.381-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Once Again....</title><content type='html'>A picture is worth a thousand words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goo.gl/photos/18o4Tha5ZG" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RmNZRhPLuN4/TlRrYqGVv2I/AAAAAAAACdg/Xhn7aaIHvKY/s512/farmpic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3954748965118146097?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3954748965118146097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3954748965118146097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3954748965118146097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3954748965118146097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/once-again.html' title='Once Again....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RmNZRhPLuN4/TlRrYqGVv2I/AAAAAAAACdg/Xhn7aaIHvKY/s72-c/farmpic-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2405491972713660458</id><published>2011-08-20T11:37:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:24:18.717-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>We Will Meet Meet and Talk With Friends... Speak of Everything and Nothing...We WIll Laugh and Reminisce</title><content type='html'>I took a picture of &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=20848289&amp;catId=HOME-DINNER-COLLECTIONS&amp;pushId=HOME-DINNER-COLLECTIONS&amp;popId=HOME-TABLETOP-DINNERWARE&amp;navCount=60&amp;color=095&amp;isProduct=true&amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;templateType=D"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; at Anthropologie, but the stock picture on the website did it much more justice. Loved it and immediately "got it", but decided to save the 15 bucks...maybe next time though.  It reminded me of my last trip to Utica to see my dear friend Tara and her family.  Precious times, really.  And, as always, with old friends the conversation just flows. I love the "speak of everything and nothing"... those have always been our conversations.  It's easy. Love it and miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N69m8T0Y8Js/TlB10vwUcII/AAAAAAAACdc/tIBdvuSWey0/s1600/plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N69m8T0Y8Js/TlB10vwUcII/AAAAAAAACdc/tIBdvuSWey0/s400/plate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643139882128011394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing this.  I think she and I imagined it this way in high school... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb4YIwZOiMI/Tk_WtnaO-UI/AAAAAAAACdU/_66AfBXcDzg/s1600/210887_2321638843272_1318602429_2755315_4355599_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb4YIwZOiMI/Tk_WtnaO-UI/AAAAAAAACdU/_66AfBXcDzg/s400/210887_2321638843272_1318602429_2755315_4355599_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642964937279994178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love these two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJVql-wNH4I/Tk_V-JNy0_I/AAAAAAAACdE/B9s0Z97RiT4/s1600/288966_2321649443537_1318602429_2755343_4154710_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XJVql-wNH4I/Tk_V-JNy0_I/AAAAAAAACdE/B9s0Z97RiT4/s400/288966_2321649443537_1318602429_2755343_4154710_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642964121720902642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2405491972713660458?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2405491972713660458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2405491972713660458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2405491972713660458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2405491972713660458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-will-meet-meet-and-talk-with-friends.html' title='We Will Meet Meet and Talk With Friends... Speak of Everything and Nothing...We WIll Laugh and Reminisce'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N69m8T0Y8Js/TlB10vwUcII/AAAAAAAACdc/tIBdvuSWey0/s72-c/plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8282818191946183937</id><published>2011-08-09T16:34:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:24:58.076-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>ABC's... not as easy as 1,2,3,...</title><content type='html'>Did I ever tell you about the time I saw my son Adam licking, yes licking, the shopping cart in Tops? Probably not, because I usually like my blog readers to smile, not barf, when they look at my blog. But, yes, that's one example of some things my son does that help him cope with whatever sensory overload is going on at the moment. My level of fury regarding this incident made me realize something... I was as much a part of this problem. I had the realization that I needed to be more accepting of my child. There is a reason he does his quirky things. The licking, the ears covered for no reason, the meltdowns over food- they are all a part of him. While sometimes it drives me nuts, I need to accept him for who he is and be fair to him. Since I have retrained my thoughts, it's amazing how much more compassionate I am towards him. &lt;br /&gt;That's why I liked this little cute print I saw on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/54865180/woodland-abcs-of-parenthood-11x14?ref=sr_gallery_18&amp;ga_search_submit=&amp;ga_search_query=prints&amp;ga_view_type=gallery&amp;ga_ship_to=US&amp;ga_search_type=handmade&amp;ga_facet=handmade"&gt;etsy.com&lt;/a&gt; (cute, if you've never explored it). I found it to be way more useful than any 1,000 page "do it this way" parenting book. Simple, refreshing, and real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcJX1_G7KJM/TkGZ7V4o2fI/AAAAAAAACco/N7G_k7iFWF4/s1600/abcs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcJX1_G7KJM/TkGZ7V4o2fI/AAAAAAAACco/N7G_k7iFWF4/s400/abcs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638957453210606066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8282818191946183937?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8282818191946183937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8282818191946183937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8282818191946183937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8282818191946183937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/abcs-not-as-easy-as-123.html' title='ABC&apos;s... not as easy as 1,2,3,...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AcJX1_G7KJM/TkGZ7V4o2fI/AAAAAAAACco/N7G_k7iFWF4/s72-c/abcs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3744754788974268894</id><published>2011-08-07T09:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:25:18.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'>Happy Sister's Day!</title><content type='html'>Growing up with sisters, there is rarely a dull moment. Especially when there's 3 of you in a 33 month span. It was cool to always be just one year apart in school, have many of the same interests, and always have someone around to hang out with! &lt;br /&gt;No one who has sisters can deny that there's also a fair amount of bickering, teasing, and torture that goes on too. Even those memories are thought of fondly today. &lt;br /&gt;It's great having two best friends built in to everyday life. &lt;br /&gt;Love you guys, and Happy Sister's Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the classics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szAHVICmQ9Q/TYNRikMlwAI/AAAAAAAACLw/eUTJ0xMw-v0/s1600/IMG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szAHVICmQ9Q/TYNRikMlwAI/AAAAAAAACLw/eUTJ0xMw-v0/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585397617143431170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8502 Munson Ave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzEbcpigBOE/TYNRiQJ4vkI/AAAAAAAACLo/QQTBQt6dsXo/s1600/8f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzEbcpigBOE/TYNRiQJ4vkI/AAAAAAAACLo/QQTBQt6dsXo/s400/8f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585397611763383874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is actually taken in my mom's current house, then "Mrs. D's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQMcEYkZ2SQ/TfRAi6jEweI/AAAAAAAACTs/AGp3OSTCd2I/s1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zQMcEYkZ2SQ/TfRAi6jEweI/AAAAAAAACTs/AGp3OSTCd2I/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617185603813949922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Niagara Falls Native probably has one of these somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD6D5a8h5tM/TfRALAriWlI/AAAAAAAACTk/6RoBvvAtdzQ/s1600/IMG.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GD6D5a8h5tM/TfRALAriWlI/AAAAAAAACTk/6RoBvvAtdzQ/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617185193143196242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's in Style! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gvh9N7uLTO8/TfQ_OedjLpI/AAAAAAAACTU/MQOk_0a773I/s1600/1f.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gvh9N7uLTO8/TfQ_OedjLpI/AAAAAAAACTU/MQOk_0a773I/s400/1f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617184153165573778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... the middle school years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16PnIHCSf-g/TYNRjH1jgXI/AAAAAAAACMA/njO0cIVX-Fo/s1600/IMG_0006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16PnIHCSf-g/TYNRjH1jgXI/AAAAAAAACMA/njO0cIVX-Fo/s400/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585397626710491506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2on4ZpiQ6c/TYNRi0RFeMI/AAAAAAAACL4/g-k05zBAYWA/s1600/IMG_0018.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P2on4ZpiQ6c/TYNRi0RFeMI/AAAAAAAACL4/g-k05zBAYWA/s400/IMG_0018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585397621457254594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent... we get better with age (-: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1AKsNAIMPQ/TYNRjn4AQhI/AAAAAAAACMI/BVyY3wsW608/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1AKsNAIMPQ/TYNRjn4AQhI/AAAAAAAACMI/BVyY3wsW608/s400/IMG_0518.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585397635310699026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3744754788974268894?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3744754788974268894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3744754788974268894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3744754788974268894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3744754788974268894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-sisters-day.html' title='Happy Sister&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-szAHVICmQ9Q/TYNRikMlwAI/AAAAAAAACLw/eUTJ0xMw-v0/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6115753655258606489</id><published>2011-08-05T10:53:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:25:36.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>(P)Interesting</title><content type='html'>As if I need something to interfere with my productivity more, but I did recently discover a website that is perfect for a rainy day (and who am I kidding, any other chance I get)... &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;Pintrest&lt;/a&gt; for fun ideas for, well... just about anything and everything. And, you create your own virtual boards to pin your ideas to, so you won't forget (was this made for me, or what??) They all pretty much cite their sources, so if you see something you like, you can get it, or figure out how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous wedding dresses to look at for my sister as we shop for her June 29, 2012 big day! (tumbir.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxf2Wa9AEGk/TjwGDd0VYrI/AAAAAAAACcY/eigqV_MFqB0/s1600/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637387490174526130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxf2Wa9AEGk/TjwGDd0VYrI/AAAAAAAACcY/eigqV_MFqB0/s400/dress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAmRbGsGJeo/TjwFYcHKW-I/AAAAAAAACcQ/pZbEOiphh58/s1600/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637386750982249442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hAmRbGsGJeo/TjwFYcHKW-I/AAAAAAAACcQ/pZbEOiphh58/s400/haha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lego Cake.. AWESOME. bettycrocker.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veHZ7iP3rCw/TjwFS7idu_I/AAAAAAAACcI/1aJlfA6zq20/s1600/legocake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637386656339049458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-veHZ7iP3rCw/TjwFS7idu_I/AAAAAAAACcI/1aJlfA6zq20/s400/legocake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make it fun, they'll do it! (whateverdeedeewants.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzvojwg4Hl4/TjwE9Is676I/AAAAAAAACcA/Yjr4Upk3POY/s1600/chore%2Bsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637386281915445154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yzvojwg4Hl4/TjwE9Is676I/AAAAAAAACcA/Yjr4Upk3POY/s400/chore%2Bsticks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amazing recipes! annies-eats.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cD7S25rrYFo/TjwICJ90NHI/AAAAAAAACcg/YANpb2NGV6E/s1600/scones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637389666688971890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cD7S25rrYFo/TjwICJ90NHI/AAAAAAAACcg/YANpb2NGV6E/s400/scones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6115753655258606489?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6115753655258606489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6115753655258606489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6115753655258606489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6115753655258606489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/pinteresting.html' title='(P)Interesting'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jxf2Wa9AEGk/TjwGDd0VYrI/AAAAAAAACcY/eigqV_MFqB0/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8518911775207386442</id><published>2011-08-04T01:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:25:53.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Plain Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>Could I get Adam to eat more by wearing one of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdNqKjlrjSc/TjortWMhLtI/AAAAAAAACb4/hzLXDAvuGyU/s1600/hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdNqKjlrjSc/TjortWMhLtI/AAAAAAAACb4/hzLXDAvuGyU/s400/hero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636865941659791058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8518911775207386442?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8518911775207386442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8518911775207386442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8518911775207386442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8518911775207386442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mdNqKjlrjSc/TjortWMhLtI/AAAAAAAACb4/hzLXDAvuGyU/s72-c/hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2170229129656644956</id><published>2011-08-01T19:06:00.049-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:26:23.425-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnings and Endings'/><title type='text'>Best Wedding Ever.</title><content type='html'>**All photos courtesy of Sarah Bridgeman Photography**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZElBzXV7dA8/TjdxPUPLcEI/AAAAAAAACbo/u4ymA23mt5Q/s1600/shoes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZElBzXV7dA8/TjdxPUPLcEI/AAAAAAAACbo/u4ymA23mt5Q/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636097966621814850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmAMDiNUYMQ/TjdxO9e8x3I/AAAAAAAACbg/hz2Q8zBOcoM/s1600/collage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RmAMDiNUYMQ/TjdxO9e8x3I/AAAAAAAACbg/hz2Q8zBOcoM/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636097960513947506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cg-_XId9Rs/TjdxOlIpt7I/AAAAAAAACbY/tL5R7FIlCYc/s1600/fans.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3cg-_XId9Rs/TjdxOlIpt7I/AAAAAAAACbY/tL5R7FIlCYc/s320/fans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636097953977972658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never have I seen more personal touches (the bride and groom sang together in lieu of a first dance), unique details (a candy table, old windowpanes for the program), and fun ideas (cool sunglasses for the wedding party- &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;C'MON!&lt;/span&gt;, and a yellow school bus for our ride- gotta love the high school sweethearts throwback).&lt;br /&gt;And, the wedding happened to be my closest cousin and one of my best friends, Marisa. Her guy, Matt (or cousin uncle Matt, as he's known by my boys), has been around us for so long he's simply family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And, Sarah Bridgeman&lt;/span&gt;   (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/sj.bridgeman.photography"&gt;&lt;ahref="http: com=""&gt;http://www.facebook.com/sj.bridgeman.photography&lt;/ahref="http:&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), a friend of both theirs and mine, did the second shooting of the wedding, and continues to WOW with each shot. Here's just a few... she's amazing. I would highly recommend if you're looking for amazing talent, a sweet personality, and reasonable prices. And, just sayin', you should contact her &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; before she hits the big time. It won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Seriously??? SERIOUSLY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQOg-YvlzDk/TjczxA8ZazI/AAAAAAAACao/odoxMM4uyQc/s1600/marisa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636030375837395762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQOg-YvlzDk/TjczxA8ZazI/AAAAAAAACao/odoxMM4uyQc/s400/marisa2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zyb3eyspUxM/Tjczwk41xfI/AAAAAAAACag/rN4LkyLpw9M/s1600/matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636030368306284018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zyb3eyspUxM/Tjczwk41xfI/AAAAAAAACag/rN4LkyLpw9M/s400/matt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little airbrush makeup never hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajtLDt0zFrQ/TjczwdGqSrI/AAAAAAAACaY/fuY3F4rXJyM/s1600/me2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636030366216768178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajtLDt0zFrQ/TjczwdGqSrI/AAAAAAAACaY/fuY3F4rXJyM/s400/me2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody, Somebody, Somebody's Getting Married.... TODAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctYDl8rM11w/Tjcxqo-674I/AAAAAAAACaQ/j_AcScMAZw8/s1600/adamzzwedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636028067303059330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ctYDl8rM11w/Tjcxqo-674I/AAAAAAAACaQ/j_AcScMAZw8/s400/adamzzwedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days of cartwheels in the basement and banging the pots and pans on New Years Eve may be over, but here's to the future...so bright you might need to hang on to those shades...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2170229129656644956?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2170229129656644956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2170229129656644956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2170229129656644956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2170229129656644956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/08/best-wedding-ever.html' title='Best Wedding Ever.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZElBzXV7dA8/TjdxPUPLcEI/AAAAAAAACbo/u4ymA23mt5Q/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6908954479908439055</id><published>2011-07-25T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:27:15.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mere Observations'/><title type='text'>Agree or Disagree?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh9lk-wJszU/Ti4JZZypZ2I/AAAAAAAACaI/IY21Y3iCa9Y/s1600/If-you-want-something.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh9lk-wJszU/Ti4JZZypZ2I/AAAAAAAACaI/IY21Y3iCa9Y/s400/If-you-want-something.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633450515911763810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tending to agree with this, especially lately! Being home, I am busy with the kids, of course, but it's a different kind of busy. I usually wind up feeling totally unproductive.  Unmotivated. Blah, really. Even the little things feel like daunting tasks. &lt;br /&gt;Usually when my plate is extra full, I get stuff done, and done quickly and efficiently.  The less full my plate is, the harder it is for me to have my drive to succeed in all areas. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's all a season... &lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6908954479908439055?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6908954479908439055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6908954479908439055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6908954479908439055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6908954479908439055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/07/agree-or-disagree.html' title='Agree or Disagree?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wh9lk-wJszU/Ti4JZZypZ2I/AAAAAAAACaI/IY21Y3iCa9Y/s72-c/If-you-want-something.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5183487479369309526</id><published>2011-07-15T12:17:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T12:36:06.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>Last summer, we went to the Jersey Shore. We chose a more secluded beach to avoid fist pumping and cat fighting made famous on TV. I thought that since we were in that vicinity of the country, not going to the ocean was a bad move. Truth be told, we hated it. It was over 95 degrees. The sand burned our feet. The water was too scary for the kids. Adam's sensory quirks were not conducive at all to being covered with sand. There was little interest in building or digging in the sand. So, this year we were invited to Crystal Beach in Canada with a friend. I reluctantly agreed to go, secretly hoping that we'd wind up in her nice clean backyard pool.&lt;br /&gt;Well, subtract 15 degrees, add a breeze, and a less threatening body of water, and we had a blast! Maybe we're beach people after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swimming! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CcmpvC5Rptc/TiBqmmSokNI/AAAAAAAACZY/KI3-cpFtCQ4/s400/IMG_2301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629616745559396562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuHxwcCyMiY/TiBqoISY6MI/AAAAAAAACZw/fw2f9nkhMwY/s1600/IMG_2276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snack time! Watch those birds! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuHxwcCyMiY/TiBqoISY6MI/AAAAAAAACZw/fw2f9nkhMwY/s1600/IMG_2276.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iuHxwcCyMiY/TiBqoISY6MI/AAAAAAAACZw/fw2f9nkhMwY/s400/IMG_2276.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629616771865045186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone loves a beach nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tKxfzGdHHY/TiBqoouXRgI/AAAAAAAACZ4/Eh1xhV5H1zU/s1600/IMG_2306.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8tKxfzGdHHY/TiBqoouXRgI/AAAAAAAACZ4/Eh1xhV5H1zU/s400/IMG_2306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629616780572313090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Castle O 'Vinkle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdh53mH7hVM/TiBrBohk1XI/AAAAAAAACaA/CjQC0gn8LS8/s1600/IMG_2322.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hdh53mH7hVM/TiBrBohk1XI/AAAAAAAACaA/CjQC0gn8LS8/s400/IMG_2322.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629617210015405426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of body burying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AAOcrJhvRaA/TiBqnhw4N_I/AAAAAAAACZo/vaDmrZAWck4/s400/IMG_2281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629616761523943410" /&gt;Loving that water! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wd0FdNAh2qY/TiBqnPYKwWI/AAAAAAAACZg/jcWHpccyi4Y/s1600/IMG_2296.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wd0FdNAh2qY/TiBqnPYKwWI/AAAAAAAACZg/jcWHpccyi4Y/s1600/IMG_2296.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wd0FdNAh2qY/TiBqnPYKwWI/AAAAAAAACZg/jcWHpccyi4Y/s400/IMG_2296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629616756588462434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1303632869327392276-5183487479369309526?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5183487479369309526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5183487479369309526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5183487479369309526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5183487479369309526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/07/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CcmpvC5Rptc/TiBqmmSokNI/AAAAAAAACZY/KI3-cpFtCQ4/s72-c/IMG_2301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6491721160214880847</id><published>2011-07-11T13:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:26:41.080-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Plain Funny'/><title type='text'>Photo Hunt!</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun at my cousin's bachelorette party this past weekend.  It did not consist of going "out", drinking too much, or any of the status quo bachelorette stuff... it was just the beach, relaxing, and having delicious food with FUN people! &lt;br /&gt;For fun, at dinner we took two shots for a photo hunt--- how many differences can you spot???  Look close! You can click on the photos to enlarge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iURxShzxciI/Thsu_TnLvKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/I8RAUYxNJkc/s1600/P1010029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iURxShzxciI/Thsu_TnLvKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/I8RAUYxNJkc/s400/P1010029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628143824460823714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmzKC15_AY4/Thsu-vbpUYI/AAAAAAAACZI/vprSM1prypU/s1600/P1010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TmzKC15_AY4/Thsu-vbpUYI/AAAAAAAACZI/vprSM1prypU/s400/P1010028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628143814748754306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6491721160214880847?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6491721160214880847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6491721160214880847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6491721160214880847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6491721160214880847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/07/photo-hunt.html' title='Photo Hunt!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iURxShzxciI/Thsu_TnLvKI/AAAAAAAACZQ/I8RAUYxNJkc/s72-c/P1010029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-65329396909414495</id><published>2011-07-06T09:27:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:27:36.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>I Ate My Words, But Not My Breakfast</title><content type='html'>"If you keep it up we're leaving", or "one more time we're going home"... I've said it, you've said it, we're all heard it...  and known without a doubt it was an empty threat.  It's tough to leave that full cart of groceries, a fun visit with friends, or that cute top that's an extra 40% off the already reduced price, but needs to be tried on first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our sunny July morning consisted of two boys in their oversized tee shirts watching Diego, waiting for Grandpy to get her to take us to The Marketside, a great breakfast place nearby.  Getting ready is pretty much a science around here. Ten months out of the year we are out the door by 8 am, so we have a pretty good system. Today was status quo, clothes, shoes, wash up, brush teeth. &lt;br /&gt;Today,  for some unknown reason, I saw toothpaste bits fly through the air, due to my son flicking his toothbrush teeth.  I try to implement my 1-2-3 Magic parenting skills that I usually forget.. .and start with a "that's one", and child friendly explanation for this new behavior. I say "Adam, that's one. Don't do that, that's not how we brush our teeth, you're making  a mess".&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me, and does it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;.  "That's two , one more time and we won't be going to breakfast". Sure enough, again toothpaste splatters.  I simply say "that's three..ok, we won't be going".  &lt;br /&gt;Enter tears, wails, pleas, promises to follow directions, whys, and even a few comments from my sons 5 year old mouth that enforce my decision even further.   &lt;br /&gt;I saw my opportunity. As much as I could taste my pancakes, I needed to take the opportunity to follow through. So I did, and off went the 3 year old with Grandpy for breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;Truth be told: As much as I hated to to it, I felt liberated. I did it. I followed through, stayed strong, and kept my word. I always remember my mom being really good at this part of parenting, if she said it was or was not going to happen, she stuck with it. I learned more from that than any spanking I ever got... bad grades=no ____(enter favorite thing)_____... and that was it...&lt;br /&gt; I think my son was pretty surprised. You had better believe it was an excellent day for him after this...all day he was mindful and making good choices. &lt;br /&gt;So, that oatmeal and fruit I wound up turned out to be not so bad after all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-65329396909414495?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/65329396909414495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=65329396909414495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/65329396909414495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/65329396909414495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-ate-my-words-but-not-my-breakfast.html' title='I Ate My Words, But Not My Breakfast'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-9155696458044353780</id><published>2011-07-02T22:15:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:28:10.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tasty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>It'll Change Your Life</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, few things say summer like a plate of fresh and steaming hot corn on the cob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52avN2mm5VQ/Tg_Q6NKy5SI/AAAAAAAACZA/vYGwHUffnRo/s1600/corn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624944157994968354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52avN2mm5VQ/Tg_Q6NKy5SI/AAAAAAAACZA/vYGwHUffnRo/s400/corn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being the most anticipated side dish of the year, no one likes the mess that goes with buttering it, which is certainly not an optional component of corn eating.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't get backlash here for sharing Edwards family secrets, but try buttering it this way, and corn eating as you know it will never be the same. (in case you can't tell, take your least fresh bread, cut in in quarters, put a generous pat of butter on it, and rub it on the corn) And&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, only use real butter. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oUXLrcT8r8/Tg_Q5lf1JgI/AAAAAAAACY4/wpy5z03qZeY/s1600/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624944147345778178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1oUXLrcT8r8/Tg_Q5lf1JgI/AAAAAAAACY4/wpy5z03qZeY/s400/bread.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it may not change you life, but I obvously am pretty excited about sharing it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-9155696458044353780?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9155696458044353780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=9155696458044353780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/9155696458044353780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/9155696458044353780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/07/itll-change-your-life.html' title='It&apos;ll Change Your Life'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52avN2mm5VQ/Tg_Q6NKy5SI/AAAAAAAACZA/vYGwHUffnRo/s72-c/corn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8751783355168627165</id><published>2011-06-30T00:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:29:11.113-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deals'/><title type='text'>Couldn't Beat 10 Free...</title><content type='html'>I can't pass up an exclusive coupon code! &lt;br /&gt;This was an easy way to thank all his friends and family who made his birthday special... party pics to follow.  I left room on the inside so he can proudly sign his own name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AasmLZo2ZtGLJ1A&amp;amp;cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&amp;amp;eid=115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AasmLZo2ZtGLA/0AasmLZo2ZtGLOSg/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1309408022000/0/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thanks Much Sky Thank You 5x7 folded card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shutterfly cards for &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/mothers-day-cards-stationery style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;Mother's Day&lt;/a&gt;, Valentines Day, Birthdays &amp; more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;View the entire &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&amp;c1=msc&amp;c2=blogger" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"&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/1303632869327392276-8751783355168627165?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8751783355168627165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8751783355168627165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8751783355168627165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8751783355168627165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/5x7-folded-card.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Beat 10 Free...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1008718678161354237</id><published>2011-06-28T11:02:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:28:50.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>But When You Think Tim McGraw, I Hope You Think My Favorite Song...</title><content type='html'>I love country music, many of the lyrics are ones that have spoken to certain places and times in my life. Have you noticed several references in my blog?  Like &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2009/05/counting-down.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/you.html"&gt;here,  &lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember-when.html"&gt;  here,&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-can-be-sure-that-american-spirit.html"&gt;  here,  and  &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/09/thirty-days-hath-september.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Kathy was amazing enough to GIVE us some concert tickets to Tim McGraw, Luke Bryan, and The Band Perry this past weekend. I knew they'd be great seats, but had no clue they were going to be FIRST ROW center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling they are definitely up and coming... The Band Perry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiH4KondLqo/TgnwUOhfXJI/AAAAAAAACYw/s75SF5eoeeg/s1600/theband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiH4KondLqo/TgnwUOhfXJI/AAAAAAAACYw/s75SF5eoeeg/s400/theband.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623289840035388562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Bryan was really good, (and just a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;little bit&lt;/span&gt; attractive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyTB6_-mygQ/TgjKEfs8AUI/AAAAAAAACYA/8TYnvv1BDFg/s1600/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MyTB6_-mygQ/TgjKEfs8AUI/AAAAAAAACYA/8TYnvv1BDFg/s400/luke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622966313350332738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you want a second look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdelQ4M_7hM/TgnwTnQM8uI/AAAAAAAACYo/OFqTqaunIrQ/s1600/luke2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TdelQ4M_7hM/TgnwTnQM8uI/AAAAAAAACYo/OFqTqaunIrQ/s400/luke2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623289829493895906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TIm McGraw... we were sooo close!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or4EOQzjbL4/TgjKE1HTpyI/AAAAAAAACYI/ymT7P18Rv_4/s1600/tim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-or4EOQzjbL4/TgjKE1HTpyI/AAAAAAAACYI/ymT7P18Rv_4/s400/tim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622966319098079010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me being cheesy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWvKGtlCfas/TgjKFRgzdEI/AAAAAAAACYQ/cJcnGoUqfM4/s1600/concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWvKGtlCfas/TgjKFRgzdEI/AAAAAAAACYQ/cJcnGoUqfM4/s400/concert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622966326721213506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1008718678161354237?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1008718678161354237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1008718678161354237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1008718678161354237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1008718678161354237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/but-when-you-think-tim-mcgraw-i-hope.html' title='But When You Think Tim McGraw, I Hope You Think My Favorite Song...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qiH4KondLqo/TgnwUOhfXJI/AAAAAAAACYw/s75SF5eoeeg/s72-c/theband.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3979260409831228532</id><published>2011-06-27T22:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:29:40.633-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnings and Endings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>He Did It!</title><content type='html'>My sweetheart "got five" as he likes to say. He's been looking forward to this day, well... pretty much since he "got four".  &lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love him and all his little funny sayings, faces, and ideas! So proud to be his mom! Hard to believe 5 years ago I was holding him in my hospital bed, without a clue about what was to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOwT48Aoe5k/Tgk3VQnVbXI/AAAAAAAACYY/vB9qog1wJEY/s1600/adam5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOwT48Aoe5k/Tgk3VQnVbXI/AAAAAAAACYY/vB9qog1wJEY/s400/adam5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623086448125504882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the "Bob Wall" (aka, Fisher Price Little People)- Adam's tried and true favorite toy ever. Our surprise birthday trip was to East Aurora to see it first hand at the Fisher Price Store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_b8urQRJUOc/TgnvoQOgzvI/AAAAAAAACYg/aTIpSB1I4Ck/s1600/bobwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_b8urQRJUOc/TgnvoQOgzvI/AAAAAAAACYg/aTIpSB1I4Ck/s400/bobwall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623289084578418418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3979260409831228532?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3979260409831228532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3979260409831228532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3979260409831228532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3979260409831228532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/he-did-it.html' title='He Did It!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOwT48Aoe5k/Tgk3VQnVbXI/AAAAAAAACYY/vB9qog1wJEY/s72-c/adam5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6678720901029170295</id><published>2011-06-22T19:02:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:30:09.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rarities'/><title type='text'>Shoot...I Had "That Moment"</title><content type='html'>Being alone in my car caught found me in a vulnerable, teary place the other day. &lt;br /&gt;I, like many other moms, experience many moments on a daily basis where I feel overwhelmed, like I just can't manage all that I need to do to make things run smooth with the many responsibilities at hand. Usually I am multitasking, and not stopping to really dwell on things- it's just on to the next thing. Yesterday I had &lt;em&gt;that moment &lt;/em&gt;where I did stop, you know- where it all hits you and once and you're a blubbering idiot for about 15 minutes? Even when you know why it's happening, it still catches you when you least expect it. &lt;br /&gt;Getting a pink slip the day after being awarded tenure (not a total shock, but still...when you're the type of person whose had a job since you were 15 it's kind of a big deal), the end of the school year that now includes leaving "my kids" at school for good, and Adam's pre-k graduation combined with choices to be made for the future,is enough to make anyone a little emotionally fragile.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when your Pandora Radio station chooses to sabotage you with the lyrics "you're gonna miss this... you're gonna want this back... you're going to wish these days hadn't gone by so fast..." Trace Adkins can really tell a nice story when he's not singing about Honkey Tonk Badonkadonks..I'd recommend purchasing it on iTunes. A little Fresh Prince and DJ JAzzy Jeff- "Summertime" would have been nice, geesh. (yup, I went from Trace Adkins to Fresh Prince in the same paragraph, bet you don't see that everyday)&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW-UssVa7p4/TgVrTsePPRI/AAAAAAAACX4/W3G4fGfQut8/s1600/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW-UssVa7p4/TgVrTsePPRI/AAAAAAAACX4/W3G4fGfQut8/s400/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; All year I have had moments where I have felt like my work at the school was futile. Trying so hard to make even a small difference for kids who are in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really tough&lt;/span&gt; situations. Helping them manage anger, make better choices, and learn to be safe. Sometimes just providing them a smile, hug, or a simple word of encouragement when the textbook stuff fails miserably. I can hope, but realize that it may not change what the reality is. Sure, I had moments of triumph, where &lt;em&gt;that kid &lt;/em&gt; who seemed unreachable responded, even sought out help. I'll take it- the whole "save the world" idea was gone for me about 3 years into this field, for me now it's about small steps and focusing on this moment. Still though, even knowing the the elimination of my position was purely budget- not performance- related still can have its impact on the ego. &lt;br /&gt;But, for as much as I let myself wonder cognitively, my heart knows that I was there for a reason for all of it. I will let it be for now. Sure, I may get called back, but there also may be a whole new door opening. So, while I know I may miss this, I also &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; this...&lt;br /&gt;"And we know that for those who love God, that is, for those who are called according to his purpose, all things are working together for good." Romans 8:28 ISV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6678720901029170295?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6678720901029170295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6678720901029170295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6678720901029170295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6678720901029170295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/you.html' title='Shoot...I Had &quot;That Moment&quot;'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CW-UssVa7p4/TgVrTsePPRI/AAAAAAAACX4/W3G4fGfQut8/s72-c/Recently%2BUpdated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1641436023651947129</id><published>2011-06-16T08:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:30:31.669-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>July 30th is Coming!</title><content type='html'>Getting so excited to be a part of this day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought... high school sweethearts to husband and wife.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be one FUN wedding, lots of love to you &lt;a href="http://marisa-and-matt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marisa &lt;/a&gt;and (Cousin Uncle) Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5heCAFktF6Y/Tfn37nImjII/AAAAAAAACUI/g7AlP8dW_eg/s1600/marisainvite.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5heCAFktF6Y/Tfn37nImjII/AAAAAAAACUI/g7AlP8dW_eg/s400/marisainvite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618794613610810498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1641436023651947129?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1641436023651947129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1641436023651947129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1641436023651947129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1641436023651947129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/july-30th-is-coming.html' title='July 30th is Coming!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5heCAFktF6Y/Tfn37nImjII/AAAAAAAACUI/g7AlP8dW_eg/s72-c/marisainvite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2784009413882948745</id><published>2011-06-12T00:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:17:10.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;COULD IT BE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden's planted (and Adam's gone gangsta)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q_GUPvD0zk/TfQ7r2RbK7I/AAAAAAAACTE/my7lMyhkyWA/s1600/P1000970.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q_GUPvD0zk/TfQ7r2RbK7I/AAAAAAAACTE/my7lMyhkyWA/s400/P1000970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617180259726863282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee-Ball is in full swing (the coaches are kind enough to let Z sit on the bench)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbGgQ2EadnM/TfQ7raVytrI/AAAAAAAACS8/Iv75Kk7uPYE/s1600/tball.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lbGgQ2EadnM/TfQ7raVytrI/AAAAAAAACS8/Iv75Kk7uPYE/s400/tball.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617180252228990642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool is out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fDJwZk8Qmk/TfQ7rD3ZQGI/AAAAAAAACS0/hmiKfqlYRno/s1600/swim.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5fDJwZk8Qmk/TfQ7rD3ZQGI/AAAAAAAACS0/hmiKfqlYRno/s400/swim.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617180246195912802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike rides are on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soqM8qqmLSs/TfQ7qrjdTtI/AAAAAAAACSs/GgXwu3w6K7Y/s1600/bikeride.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-soqM8qqmLSs/TfQ7qrjdTtI/AAAAAAAACSs/GgXwu3w6K7Y/s400/bikeride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617180239669841618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;....THAT SUMMER IS REALLY HERE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/1303632869327392276-2784009413882948745?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2784009413882948745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2784009413882948745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2784009413882948745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2784009413882948745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/could-it-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q_GUPvD0zk/TfQ7r2RbK7I/AAAAAAAACTE/my7lMyhkyWA/s72-c/P1000970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4532731404952140301</id><published>2011-06-07T09:53:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T09:19:53.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Latest in Literature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEbypoYG7Hw/Te4trNCdJ4I/AAAAAAAACSk/gn3ByHpjXdI/s1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEbypoYG7Hw/Te4trNCdJ4I/AAAAAAAACSk/gn3ByHpjXdI/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615476005635172226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Art of Racing in the Rain, by Garth Stein. &lt;br /&gt;I am neither a fan of car racing or fluffy stories, so I hesitated to pick this novel up, figuring that it had elements of both of the aforementioned things. Also, nine times out of ten when you pick a book about a dog you know it's going to die. If you go into it expecting this, you have a better chance of not crying on a plane, like I did &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/marley-and-me-review-from-anti-critic.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I won't say if this one is the one out of ten...but I will say it was a pleasant surprise of a read. &lt;br /&gt;The Art of Racing in the Rain is told from Enzo's perspective, a sweet and fiercely loyal terrier mix who throughout the book narrates the life of a young guy, going from bachelorhood to family life over the span of several years. It's very heartfelt and insightful. There are some tough moments, but overall it's a nice read that will leave you appreciating man's best friend all the more, especially if you have one of your own. &lt;br /&gt;You can read more about our families' buddy &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2009/08/mr-bismark-von-schanauzer-some-musings.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/sure-im-stuffed-into-dogs-body-but.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and for sure you will notice him in the background of many of our pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4532731404952140301?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4532731404952140301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4532731404952140301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4532731404952140301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4532731404952140301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/latest-in-literature.html' title='Latest in Literature'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vEbypoYG7Hw/Te4trNCdJ4I/AAAAAAAACSk/gn3ByHpjXdI/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6317014908148534922</id><published>2011-06-02T08:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:17:39.596-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had the same coffee mugs since college. I got them at Walmart in the dollar section because they were big enough for me and my suitemates to make it though the night, whether studying or takling.&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for new mugs for about 5 years, but either did not find ones I liked, or did not want to pay $15.99 each for a set of 4 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found these the other day, and at just $3.99 each they not only were super cute, but were the right price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to come over for coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngcBbMr8Vag/Ted9CyRlFWI/AAAAAAAACSY/Lf14WK8tPQ8/s1600/P1000975.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngcBbMr8Vag/Ted9CyRlFWI/AAAAAAAACSY/Lf14WK8tPQ8/s400/P1000975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613592947349329250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6317014908148534922?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6317014908148534922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6317014908148534922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6317014908148534922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6317014908148534922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/06/ive-had-same-coffee-mugs-since-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ngcBbMr8Vag/Ted9CyRlFWI/AAAAAAAACSY/Lf14WK8tPQ8/s72-c/P1000975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-975420914305032638</id><published>2011-05-31T22:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:17:56.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Marriage'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Us!</title><content type='html'>In this "I'm in it until it doesn't work for me anymore" society, , I am very proud to celebrate eight years of marriage to a wonderful and committed man- committed to God, our family and hard work.  He's always been a rock-steady and sensible. Perfect for me, who probably says "I feel" about a thousand times a day.  Giving the old cliche, "opposites attract" another proven case. &lt;br /&gt;And, after all this time, we still have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us, the night before our wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mhz6KRGlA4/TeWpPkNsVlI/AAAAAAAACR4/qJrw5I9UYUA/s1600/IMG_0009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mhz6KRGlA4/TeWpPkNsVlI/AAAAAAAACR4/qJrw5I9UYUA/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613078595471431250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2011, one of the FEW pics we have together since the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XjtXHkQ55Gc/TeWrj2XhBLI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MNWBHYJnB50/s1600/P1000324.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-XjtXHkQ55Gc/TeWrj2XhBLI/AAAAAAAACSQ/MNWBHYJnB50/s320/P1000324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613081142965109938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-975420914305032638?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/975420914305032638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=975420914305032638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/975420914305032638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/975420914305032638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Us!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mhz6KRGlA4/TeWpPkNsVlI/AAAAAAAACR4/qJrw5I9UYUA/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4560525343491398321</id><published>2011-05-29T22:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:18:14.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>Rock Lobster</title><content type='html'>There's not a lot about lobsters that don't automatically remind you of summer (which I am &lt;em&gt;hoping&lt;/em&gt; is really and &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; here).&lt;br /&gt;Lobster bakes where its freshly steamed w/ all the butter and lemon you could dream of, sunburn that makes you look like a lobster, cheesy feel good B52's songs, and NOW, thanks to TJ Maxx, my new wristlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZmeaOBaMHk/TeL8_xe1eqI/AAAAAAAACRw/ov1G7E8fl_M/s1600/lobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612326258201688738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZmeaOBaMHk/TeL8_xe1eqI/AAAAAAAACRw/ov1G7E8fl_M/s320/lobster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a little young, but this &lt;a href="http://http://www.bungalow360.com/"&gt;brand&lt;/a&gt; caught my eye and I just thought it was too cute to pass up- and now that we're diaper free it's big enough to hold my debit card, phone, a small pouch of wipes/tissues, and other small essentials for our much anticipated summer outings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4560525343491398321?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4560525343491398321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4560525343491398321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4560525343491398321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4560525343491398321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/rock-lobster.html' title='Rock Lobster'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZmeaOBaMHk/TeL8_xe1eqI/AAAAAAAACRw/ov1G7E8fl_M/s72-c/lobster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8423554513095251868</id><published>2011-05-22T12:04:00.031-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:18:44.583-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentiment'/><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice- Not Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; a Hulka&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;maniac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most little girls of the eighties loved their My Little Ponies, Barbies, and jellies. While I did indulge in the occasional hair brushing and galloping, my &lt;em&gt;true&lt;/em&gt; love (obsession?) was WWF Wrestling, in the days before the bikini's and smut. On my wall, rather than Tiffany or Debbie Gibson posters were Miss Elizbeth (&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; Scary Sherry) and the Rockers (sigh... Marty Jannetty...) I used to live for Saturday morning wresting, wondering who was going to run out unexpectedly and smash someone with a metal chair, or who was going to convert from "good" to "bad" in some conspiracy with Bobby the Brain Heenan, or if another kid would think my dad was Hulk Hogan while at Dee Dee's Dairy... &lt;em&gt;how cool&lt;/em&gt;. My favorite tee shirt was not the pink ruffled one, but the bright red Tito Santana tee (featured in all New Year's 1989 photos, wish I could share...)My nightmares did not consist of Freddy Kreuger, but of Brother Love and The Undertaker. I started plotting my next pay per view location for Wresltemaina or a steel cage match immediately following the one I just saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ashamed to say I once stole a WWF magazine from 7-11 with Ted DeBiase and the Million Dollar Belt on the cover... I got caught, but that's something for another blog post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Miss Elizabeth and Macho Man got married at Summer Slam in 1991, I swooned more than most girls did over Joey McIntyre at that time... wondering if I could one day rock the pink leotard and find a guy who could pull of the fringe leather jacket like no other... And the times I went to the Niagara Falls Convention Center to see WWF live are days I will never forget...I remember constantly asking my parents if it was real... it was sure real to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Macho Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZqX2WsgM8g/Tdk5wHzbGaI/AAAAAAAACRg/T3BEJyPD1oM/s1600/machoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609578309757901218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZqX2WsgM8g/Tdk5wHzbGaI/AAAAAAAACRg/T3BEJyPD1oM/s320/machoman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8423554513095251868?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8423554513095251868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8423554513095251868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8423554513095251868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8423554513095251868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/sugar-and-spice-not-me.html' title='Sugar and Spice- Not Me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lZqX2WsgM8g/Tdk5wHzbGaI/AAAAAAAACRg/T3BEJyPD1oM/s72-c/machoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7125002434105386032</id><published>2011-05-14T11:35:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:19:09.243-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Disney 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;A vacation is like love - anticipated with pleasure, experienced with discomfort, and remembered with nostalgia. ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This quote could not ring more true for the trip we just took! While a wonderful and unforgettable time, we had some, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;... moments. Vacations with kids has an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oxymoronic&lt;/span&gt; quality... but honestly I would not have it any other way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A quick four day jaunt to Orlando was the vacation this time... stayed on Disney property at the All Star Movies Resort and had a jammed packed schedule. As with most things, the planning was all futile, and we wound up having to make lots of adjustments for two little guys in 90 degree heat and LOTS of walking. We enjoyed the theme parks, good food, and they LOVED swimming in the pools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moms planning a Disney trip with kids too big to want strollers but too small for a full day, be sure to make your plans for parks on half day increments... and take time to rest up in-between! Do what the kids want and are enjoying, not what you think should be a part of "the plan". I mean, who knew that the mist sprayers in Adventure Land would provide to much joy?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And, if at all possible opt for direct flights, and use, buy, or borrow a portable DVD player. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I smile looking at our pictures... and, you can thank me later for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;collaging&lt;/span&gt; them and not making you look at a 115 picture album. (-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh1CySUvGaM/TdXST7B-qfI/AAAAAAAACRM/VgGUvLirCww/s1600/Pictures1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh1CySUvGaM/TdXST7B-qfI/AAAAAAAACRM/VgGUvLirCww/s400/Pictures1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xs763DYpPYY/TdXRmXcoSpI/AAAAAAAACRE/C6wyXjRxi6w/s1600/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xs763DYpPYY/TdXRmXcoSpI/AAAAAAAACRE/C6wyXjRxi6w/s400/Pictures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7125002434105386032?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7125002434105386032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7125002434105386032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7125002434105386032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7125002434105386032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/disney-2011.html' title='Disney 2011'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fh1CySUvGaM/TdXST7B-qfI/AAAAAAAACRM/VgGUvLirCww/s72-c/Pictures1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2440517428504573455</id><published>2011-05-14T10:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:30:45.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, my poor neglected blog. It's not like I don't have a lot to post... I've read a couple great books, traveled to Disney, attended my son's first tee ball game, and the little one can recite the pledge!&lt;br /&gt;I got tenure as well, an unexpected perk as a social worker in the school system... while that does not ensure job security due to all the budget cuts upcoming, it was a nice milestone!&lt;br /&gt;More to come on all these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2440517428504573455?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2440517428504573455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2440517428504573455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2440517428504573455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2440517428504573455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-my-poor-neglected-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5721950139644432959</id><published>2011-05-05T00:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:19:28.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'>Just a Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sure, I'm stuffed into a dog's body, but that's just the shell. It's what's inside that's important. The soul. And my soul us very human" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garth Stein, author of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The Art of Racing in the Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603089866920283858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--g9Hpq27edI/TcIsjCpfztI/AAAAAAAACO8/Ii08G1NtUn8/s320/IMG_1699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5721950139644432959?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5721950139644432959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5721950139644432959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5721950139644432959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5721950139644432959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/sure-im-stuffed-into-dogs-body-but.html' title='Just a Dog?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--g9Hpq27edI/TcIsjCpfztI/AAAAAAAACO8/Ii08G1NtUn8/s72-c/IMG_1699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1611971880508364395</id><published>2011-05-02T18:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:19:47.274-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deals'/><title type='text'>Snapfish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JahHsqW-yJs/Tb803Bd-14I/AAAAAAAACO0/6a5_VwD-JOo/s1600/snapsish.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JahHsqW-yJs/Tb803Bd-14I/AAAAAAAACO0/6a5_VwD-JOo/s320/snapsish.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602254581363824514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snapfish.com is offering some great deals, but one jumped out at me because it's a $27.00 value. Use the code FXOFORMOM for buy 1, get 1 free photo books. While I realize this is equivalent to 50% off, it's great when you are looking for photo gifts for Mother's Day or other upcoming holidays... what better gift can you give a doting mother or grandmother than a book of their favorite kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click&lt;a href="http://www2.snapfish.com/snapfish/projectshareewelcome/l=13355948007/p=31021304375922586/g=51979915/cobrandOid=1000/COBRAND_NAME=snapfish/otsc=SYE/otsi=SPBKlink/"&gt; HERE &lt;/a&gt;to see mine, courtesy of Ms. Sarah Bridgeman's insanely amazing photo skills. Use the "preview" tab to see how it will look when it gets here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1611971880508364395?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1611971880508364395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1611971880508364395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1611971880508364395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1611971880508364395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/05/snapfish.html' title='Snapfish!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JahHsqW-yJs/Tb803Bd-14I/AAAAAAAACO0/6a5_VwD-JOo/s72-c/snapsish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-9061573015844273236</id><published>2011-04-28T09:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:20:05.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Plain Funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Niagara Falls Aquarium leaves a lot to be desired, but who knew they had the rare "hand fish" on display.&lt;br /&gt;The kicker is, the dad of the young boy believed me when I said it... for a second, of course.&lt;br /&gt;This just struck me as so funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrr9-0ISwGU/Tblr70o_SDI/AAAAAAAACOs/BZxLGMwcqpE/s1600/hand.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrr9-0ISwGU/Tblr70o_SDI/AAAAAAAACOs/BZxLGMwcqpE/s400/hand.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600626287098939442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-9061573015844273236?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/9061573015844273236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=9061573015844273236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/9061573015844273236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/9061573015844273236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/04/niagara-falls-aquarium-leaves-lot-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrr9-0ISwGU/Tblr70o_SDI/AAAAAAAACOs/BZxLGMwcqpE/s72-c/hand.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3265860738655420462</id><published>2011-04-26T11:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:20:25.271-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'>Forgot the camera, but had a great time.</title><content type='html'>We made the trek to The Poulsen's over my heavenly 2 week break. &lt;br /&gt;I was impressed that we did not have to stop at all on the 3.5 hour long trip... (which in my opinion is 3.25 hours too far away). &lt;br /&gt;We had fun... even after almost 3 years away our kids play great together and have a love for each other rarely found outside family.  Pardon the cell phone pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "big ones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRlhzXlmE24/TbbsBvtvM3I/AAAAAAAACOU/BynLf4HhTx0/s1600/adamselah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRlhzXlmE24/TbbsBvtvM3I/AAAAAAAACOU/BynLf4HhTx0/s320/adamselah.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599922701414118258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "little ones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iBzDWYSUBE/TbbsYhQcOHI/AAAAAAAACOk/7f1YKfR3c_I/s1600/kids2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iBzDWYSUBE/TbbsYhQcOHI/AAAAAAAACOk/7f1YKfR3c_I/s320/kids2.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599923092670134386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Veggie Tales time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q14FAHv61yA/TbbsMOFYy-I/AAAAAAAACOc/bSgjzkF4gsw/s1600/kids.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q14FAHv61yA/TbbsMOFYy-I/AAAAAAAACOc/bSgjzkF4gsw/s320/kids.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599922881365068770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3265860738655420462?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3265860738655420462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3265860738655420462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3265860738655420462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3265860738655420462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/04/forgot-camera-but-had-great-time.html' title='Forgot the camera, but had a great time.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SRlhzXlmE24/TbbsBvtvM3I/AAAAAAAACOU/BynLf4HhTx0/s72-c/adamselah.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2734176897939730513</id><published>2011-04-14T20:09:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:20:49.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><title type='text'>Can Someone Get Me An Easy Button for Explaining Easter???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJorcdSBu2Y/TaiuCdE1QUI/AAAAAAAACOM/5SSHhwRd684/s1600/easy_button.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJorcdSBu2Y/TaiuCdE1QUI/AAAAAAAACOM/5SSHhwRd684/s200/easy_button.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595913894195708226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas.. Jesus' birthday. Born as a baby in a manger. Wise men visited, gave gifts. Kids get that pretty good, even with the whole Santa debacle. At least you can tie in the gifts to Jesus' birthday while still doing the whole Santa thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter... It's just darn hard to explain And I am a horrible explainer, and love opportunity to say "because I said so". There has been a lot of excitement around her derived from school parties and candy overload... about the Easter Bunny and Easter candy. I love the Easter Bunny and am not opposed to that fun, but as we know this holiday is &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; holiday that defines it all.&lt;br /&gt;Since last year, they for sure do not remember our conversations about the real meaning of Easter. I am not sure they "got it" then, or would "get it" now, but I tried. Here's how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Hey Adam, did you know that Easter is about Jesus and that he died for our sins and is alive again"?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Mom, don't you think Jesus, Noah, and God look alike? They are the same, except Jesus did not put the animals on the ark". (me, condsidering if now was the time to get into the Trinity... nah...)&lt;br /&gt;Zachary "I'm hungry"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes Adam, they do. Did you know that Easter is here for us to celebrate Jesus rising from the grave after he died on the cross for our sins, like what we read in the Bible?"&lt;br /&gt;Adam: "Well, that sounds tricky"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes, it was, God helped him"&lt;br /&gt;Adam: "Hmmm, I wonder who would win, Jesus, God, or a pirate"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Jesus"&lt;/em&gt;***SIGH***&lt;br /&gt;Enter Veggie Tales "Twas the Night Before Easter".... it will leave you singing "When I think about Easter, I think about God's love...", and is unapologetically Christian and kid friendly, all while diving into the real meaning of Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2734176897939730513?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2734176897939730513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2734176897939730513' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2734176897939730513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2734176897939730513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/04/can-someone-get-me-easy-button-for.html' title='Can Someone Get Me An Easy Button for Explaining Easter???'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJorcdSBu2Y/TaiuCdE1QUI/AAAAAAAACOM/5SSHhwRd684/s72-c/easy_button.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-2585534037235412861</id><published>2011-04-13T16:54:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:21:19.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>The Teavana Perfect Tea Maker</title><content type='html'>As a faithful coffee drinker, I was reluctant to get "into" tea. But, a few samples of tea at Teavana led me to give it a try...&lt;br /&gt;I purchased The Perfect Tea Maker in the single 20 oz. size ($20). There is no need to buy the matching mug unless you are a Type A and must be matching at all costs... this contraption works on any mug, even the travel Styrofoam ones from Sam's. (Oh, and a word to the wise, use the coaster it comes with, or you may find it strains out on any surface that is even somewhat unlevel... such as the refrigerator shelf when trying to make iced tea....oops).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW-AvAEmvhk/TaYN1fy037I/AAAAAAAACOE/U9BGddT1r8g/s1600/perfect-tea-maker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW-AvAEmvhk/TaYN1fy037I/AAAAAAAACOE/U9BGddT1r8g/s320/perfect-tea-maker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595174799773327282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchase some loose teas, throw them in the tea maker with some hot water and the sweetener of your choice (if any), allow to steep, then strain over the top of the mug. It's so cool, watch the short video below to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IYRz11y2uI4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try the Toasted Nut Brulee Oolong from &lt;a href="http://www.teavana.com/"&gt;Teavana&lt;/a&gt; with a little milk and sugar... it helps with those nighttime sweets cravings.&lt;br /&gt;Or, to quench thirst on a hot day, try the Blueberry Bliss Rooibos equally mixed with Pineapple Kona Pop Herbal lightly sweetened over ice. It's gooooood......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2585534037235412861?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2585534037235412861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2585534037235412861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2585534037235412861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2585534037235412861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/04/teavana-perfect-tea-maker.html' title='The Teavana Perfect Tea Maker'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HW-AvAEmvhk/TaYN1fy037I/AAAAAAAACOE/U9BGddT1r8g/s72-c/perfect-tea-maker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6270705579372827060</id><published>2011-04-12T10:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:21:53.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trips'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, it' s been a little while since I have blogged. I guess it's a combo of not a lot going on, but the stuff that is new is outside of my "share it with the world" boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;I am embracing the next two weeks of stay-at-home mommyhood.  We are all off school and let's just say it's not all that hard to get used to this. While I am loving the more leisurely schedule, especially in the morning, the break in structure is not always good (hyper kids, lack of thier routine- other mom's- are you nodding yet). Once we get into a good groove, it will be time to go back.&lt;br /&gt;In the meaintime, I can't wait for:&lt;br /&gt;-some warmer days coming up&lt;br /&gt;-a visit to Utica for a long awaited time with my friend and her kids&lt;br /&gt;-succesfully executing a surprise (that's all I will say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... in keeping with tradition, our return to this place, quickly approacing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozLwd5Dcpds/TaRmuzO4idI/AAAAAAAACN8/wJEh2Fc37RU/s1600/disney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozLwd5Dcpds/TaRmuzO4idI/AAAAAAAACN8/wJEh2Fc37RU/s400/disney.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594709591313648082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6270705579372827060?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6270705579372827060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6270705579372827060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6270705579372827060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6270705579372827060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/04/wow-it-s-been-little-while-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ozLwd5Dcpds/TaRmuzO4idI/AAAAAAAACN8/wJEh2Fc37RU/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6841093051515503235</id><published>2011-03-28T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:46:00.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Read Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9TNtwL1IE/TZCsaHjuBYI/AAAAAAAACNg/yTEtUQ5xFgo/s1600/unaccustomed_earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9TNtwL1IE/TZCsaHjuBYI/AAAAAAAACNg/yTEtUQ5xFgo/s400/unaccustomed_earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589156702272226690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little I can say about this short story collection, because just reading it will allow it to speak for itself.  It's simple, beautifully written, and engrossing despite its regular, everyday life stories. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy as much as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6841093051515503235?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6841093051515503235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6841093051515503235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6841093051515503235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6841093051515503235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/read-me_28.html' title='Read Me.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9TNtwL1IE/TZCsaHjuBYI/AAAAAAAACNg/yTEtUQ5xFgo/s72-c/unaccustomed_earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3810912984467190342</id><published>2011-03-23T14:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:22:11.286-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>60!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my mom, who has always been there for me and my family. I have no idea what I would do without her.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a look back through the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jane at 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo0_zMUWiFY/TYlbN2TymtI/AAAAAAAACMw/4PkjuQsp3Ts/s1600/mom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo0_zMUWiFY/TYlbN2TymtI/AAAAAAAACMw/4PkjuQsp3Ts/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587097106204760786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna Class of 1969!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NR6uWzvoh0Q/TYlcWCpuoaI/AAAAAAAACNI/ONaX5PbRHTk/s1600/P1000352.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NR6uWzvoh0Q/TYlcWCpuoaI/AAAAAAAACNI/ONaX5PbRHTk/s400/P1000352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587098346468581794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1985, at our Munson Ave. house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpkv9WPFLds/TYlcVqTTboI/AAAAAAAACNA/Sr1vAGXqEQA/s1600/5c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bpkv9WPFLds/TYlcVqTTboI/AAAAAAAACNA/Sr1vAGXqEQA/s400/5c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587098339932073602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Ami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CrEZ1r0VOzM/TYlcWl_i1iI/AAAAAAAACNY/jUWJAB4-Z_Y/s1600/DSCN1102.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CrEZ1r0VOzM/TYlcWl_i1iI/AAAAAAAACNY/jUWJAB4-Z_Y/s400/DSCN1102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587098355955324450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RkRI04mBIc/TYlcWU0pzqI/AAAAAAAACNQ/10iptSTQKNc/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9RkRI04mBIc/TYlcWU0pzqI/AAAAAAAACNQ/10iptSTQKNc/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587098351346241186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and daughters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFs-eBrwrIg/TYlcVQfn9ZI/AAAAAAAACM4/dWeGj2eIwIc/s1600/P1000365.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GFs-eBrwrIg/TYlcVQfn9ZI/AAAAAAAACM4/dWeGj2eIwIc/s400/P1000365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587098333004428690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3810912984467190342?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3810912984467190342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3810912984467190342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3810912984467190342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3810912984467190342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/60.html' title='60!!!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yo0_zMUWiFY/TYlbN2TymtI/AAAAAAAACMw/4PkjuQsp3Ts/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4496923872507038718</id><published>2011-03-22T21:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T00:22:41.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Moments'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to the sweetest blue-eyed boy I know...the one who keeps us on our toes, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMSlBSkYFSc/TYlR8EdMR9I/AAAAAAAACMQ/AWJrfz2Gmk8/s1600/IMG_2399.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMSlBSkYFSc/TYlR8EdMR9I/AAAAAAAACMQ/AWJrfz2Gmk8/s400/IMG_2399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587086905159993298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rb3EOgO0IeA/TYlR8b-0ScI/AAAAAAAACMY/dT0YnvAYPVI/s1600/IMG_5808.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rb3EOgO0IeA/TYlR8b-0ScI/AAAAAAAACMY/dT0YnvAYPVI/s400/IMG_5808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587086911475042754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQRruHQg63Q/TYlR89rqQiI/AAAAAAAACMg/SqqWPeGk6NY/s1600/IMG_9458.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eQRruHQg63Q/TYlR89rqQiI/AAAAAAAACMg/SqqWPeGk6NY/s400/IMG_9458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587086920521499170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ajLCT2K8uQ/TYlR9HrLpqI/AAAAAAAACMo/pLMpvqLQg-E/s1600/P1000397.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ajLCT2K8uQ/TYlR9HrLpqI/AAAAAAAACMo/pLMpvqLQg-E/s400/P1000397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587086923203847842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4496923872507038718?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4496923872507038718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4496923872507038718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4496923872507038718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4496923872507038718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-to-sweetest-blue-eyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BMSlBSkYFSc/TYlR8EdMR9I/AAAAAAAACMQ/AWJrfz2Gmk8/s72-c/IMG_2399.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5715103717215670263</id><published>2011-03-16T22:56:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:31:10.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Plain Funny'/><title type='text'>Can You Help??</title><content type='html'>Get this song out of my head?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIIGKDzZ9JM/TYF6ZnCaFLI/AAAAAAAACLI/55FZSyj8ZOo/s1600/veggiepirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIIGKDzZ9JM/TYF6ZnCaFLI/AAAAAAAACLI/55FZSyj8ZOo/s400/veggiepirates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584879593310524594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean, truth be told, with the busy life we've had lately, I would love to replace one of the "Pirate's Who Don't Do Anything". &lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... the thought of staying home and lying around.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after the group presentation I'm assisting with to the Board of Education to help keep jobs in the school district, the two house showings this weekend, my mom's 60th birthday bash Sunday(can't wait!),and my baby boy's 3rd birthday Tuesday/party Saturday..Yes, then-if you ask me to do anything, I'll just tell you- &lt;em&gt;I don't do anything&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Those Pirates are full of great ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufDnvsdlggc/TYF4nkRYCeI/AAAAAAAACK4/eUgtvDCOQUw/s1600/boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufDnvsdlggc/TYF4nkRYCeI/AAAAAAAACK4/eUgtvDCOQUw/s400/boston.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584877634062911970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5715103717215670263?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5715103717215670263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5715103717215670263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5715103717215670263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5715103717215670263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/can-you-help.html' title='Can You Help??'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bIIGKDzZ9JM/TYF6ZnCaFLI/AAAAAAAACLI/55FZSyj8ZOo/s72-c/veggiepirates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4242399715295134202</id><published>2011-03-09T12:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T11:45:08.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9TNtwL1IE/TZCsaHjuBYI/AAAAAAAACNg/yTEtUQ5xFgo/s1600/unaccustomed_earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 372px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9TNtwL1IE/TZCsaHjuBYI/AAAAAAAACNg/yTEtUQ5xFgo/s400/unaccustomed_earth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589156702272226690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little I can say about this short story collection, because just reading it will allow it to speak for itself.  It's simple, beautifully written, and engrossing despite its regular, everyday life stories. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy as much as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4242399715295134202?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4242399715295134202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4242399715295134202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4242399715295134202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4242399715295134202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/read-me.html' title='Read Me.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rx9TNtwL1IE/TZCsaHjuBYI/AAAAAAAACNg/yTEtUQ5xFgo/s72-c/unaccustomed_earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5321571024911481525</id><published>2011-03-02T09:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:29:59.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><title type='text'>Savoring the last moments of babyhood</title><content type='html'>He says "will you do fingers on the furniture with me?" (fingers=his security blanket, basically playing with my fingers while he vegges)and "can I do fingers with ya on da couch?" on a daily basis. &lt;br /&gt;This is what he told his teacher he wanted to say in his valentine note to mommy...&lt;br /&gt;he's still a baby. But not for long.... trying to hang on to the glimpses I still get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RX2XL0Rm_lk/TW5Tb-PpasI/AAAAAAAACKo/EbQQSWDE8gA/s1600/zacharyheart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579488728388823746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RX2XL0Rm_lk/TW5Tb-PpasI/AAAAAAAACKo/EbQQSWDE8gA/s400/zacharyheart.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1303632869327392276-5321571024911481525?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5321571024911481525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5321571024911481525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5321571024911481525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5321571024911481525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/03/savoring-last-moments-of-babyhood.html' title='Savoring the last moments of babyhood'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RX2XL0Rm_lk/TW5Tb-PpasI/AAAAAAAACKo/EbQQSWDE8gA/s72-c/zacharyheart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8298925255117065261</id><published>2011-02-24T18:13:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T00:11:26.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>If You Liked Reading "The Help"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet CeeCee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MReJW4PQT8g/TWbmLBsATfI/AAAAAAAACKY/BcmASRLmz5Y/s1600/cece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577398265650892274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MReJW4PQT8g/TWbmLBsATfI/AAAAAAAACKY/BcmASRLmz5Y/s320/cece.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, a book that I can recommend to anyone and everyone. (Synopsis from barnesandnoble.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Steel Magnolias meets The Help in this Southern debut novel sparkling with humor, heart, and feminine wisdom Twelve-year-old CeeCee Honeycutt is in trouble. For years, she has been the caretaker of her psychotic mother, Camille-the tiara-toting, lipstick-smeared laughingstock of an entire town-a woman trapped in her long-ago moment of glory as the 1951 Vidalia Onion Queen. But when Camille is hit by a truck and killed, CeeCee is left to fend for herself. To the rescue comes her previously unknown great-aunt, Tootie Caldwell. In her vintage Packard convertible, Tootie whisks CeeCee away to Savannah's perfumed world of prosperity and Southern eccentricity, a world that seems to be run entirely by women. From the exotic Miz Thelma Rae Goodpepper, who bathes in her backyard bathtub and uses garden slugs as her secret weapons, to Tootie's all-knowing housekeeper, Oletta Jones, to Violene Hobbs, who entertains a local police officer in her canary-yellow peignoir, the women of Gaston...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For those who follow my book reviews, many times I find myself saying that despite the challenging content I love a book, or despite the unconventional material that it should be read. Not this one. It's a crowd pleaser... You will fall in love with CeeCee, and the characters that come with her throughout the book. It's well written, heart wrenching at times, but most of all leaves you smiling at the antics and situations that CeeCee experiences as her life gets put back together...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8298925255117065261?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8298925255117065261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8298925255117065261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8298925255117065261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8298925255117065261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-you-liked-reading-help.html' title='If You Liked Reading &quot;The Help&quot;...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MReJW4PQT8g/TWbmLBsATfI/AAAAAAAACKY/BcmASRLmz5Y/s72-c/cece.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-8644086906502297698</id><published>2011-02-16T08:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T10:13:47.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again we chose the Great Wolf Lodge for our "stay"cation. It's 12 minutes, door to door, including customs (no line, fortunately). It was a great time, and we also had the whole Rainforest Cafe to ourselves for lunch the next day. Sometimes, you just need to get away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVFg1AOPm8Q/TVvMCjjUOeI/AAAAAAAACKE/7n9UGgTxq9A/s1600/P1000170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVFg1AOPm8Q/TVvMCjjUOeI/AAAAAAAACKE/7n9UGgTxq9A/s400/P1000170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574273308076292578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z439GiaIK0/TVvMCYaNvFI/AAAAAAAACJ8/lCHvxDrw_ms/s1600/P1000185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Z439GiaIK0/TVvMCYaNvFI/AAAAAAAACJ8/lCHvxDrw_ms/s400/P1000185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574273305085328466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nset2lqzjGY/TVvMB1cPeyI/AAAAAAAACJ0/CNyj9AUYZmI/s1600/P1000195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nset2lqzjGY/TVvMB1cPeyI/AAAAAAAACJ0/CNyj9AUYZmI/s400/P1000195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574273295698590498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vj2Gub7gu68/TVvMBsW3A7I/AAAAAAAACJs/D7BZYi9j4jI/s1600/P1000203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vj2Gub7gu68/TVvMBsW3A7I/AAAAAAAACJs/D7BZYi9j4jI/s400/P1000203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574273293260096434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8ToMGhu3jI/TVvMBeZwPaI/AAAAAAAACJk/RG8lvICX2Kc/s1600/P1000222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8ToMGhu3jI/TVvMBeZwPaI/AAAAAAAACJk/RG8lvICX2Kc/s400/P1000222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574273289514139042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-8644086906502297698?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/8644086906502297698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=8644086906502297698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8644086906502297698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/8644086906502297698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-again-we-chose-great-wolf-lodge.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVFg1AOPm8Q/TVvMCjjUOeI/AAAAAAAACKE/7n9UGgTxq9A/s72-c/P1000170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1985835019769890856</id><published>2011-02-10T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:03:57.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bargains'/><title type='text'>Don't You Just Love It When....</title><content type='html'>You find the perfect clothes to match your kids personalities? On sale, with an additional coupon, and free shipping.... yayyyy! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Old Navy! &lt;br /&gt;For my music lover...I am sure he will be a "superdee duperdee guy", his current favorite expression...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sa8KJmevjmI/TVSmaFdSjCI/AAAAAAAACJc/_mI2Dqabels/s1600/hoodie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sa8KJmevjmI/TVSmaFdSjCI/AAAAAAAACJc/_mI2Dqabels/s400/hoodie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572261606035983394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this for my little guy, needing no further explination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQngKLCQ7BQ/TVSmZ1mmspI/AAAAAAAACJU/-MLuVTgh--A/s1600/tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQngKLCQ7BQ/TVSmZ1mmspI/AAAAAAAACJU/-MLuVTgh--A/s400/tee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572261601780085394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1985835019769890856?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1985835019769890856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1985835019769890856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1985835019769890856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1985835019769890856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-you-just-love-it-when.html' title='Don&apos;t You Just Love It When....'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sa8KJmevjmI/TVSmaFdSjCI/AAAAAAAACJc/_mI2Dqabels/s72-c/hoodie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-4621507160734567993</id><published>2011-01-31T17:47:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:06:43.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnings and Endings'/><title type='text'>Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings. That's the only way I can describe how I feel about my house, which is now on the market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of like "The Old Wagon" episode of Modern Family... when the Dunphy's clean out their old station wagon to to sell it, finding the kids old blankies, jars of sunshine, and even find sentiment in a shirt that was puked on... but know it's time to part with the nostalgic car. &lt;br /&gt;Watch the clip, you'll get the idea (watch the whole episode if you have 20 minutes, it's super funny).... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="420" height="340" id="gorillaPlayer_tvom001"&gt;&lt;param name="swliveconnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/yo033.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="e=4bffc0037b3a3a49328d685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f0947d4e15d253124c7d296b9a2a5d695fdd446d15f64f11765e48a3c73ea9b28f3c9df0a028862a02723d09accafe3f4ff222bb8b0&amp;width=420&amp;height=340&amp;pid=tvom001&amp;autostart=false&amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;usefullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.springboard.gorillanation.com/storage/xplayer/yo033.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="gorillaPlayer_tvom001" width="420" height="340" allowscriptaccess="always" swliveconnect="true" allowfullscreen="true"  flashvars="e=4bffc0037b3a3a49328d685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f0947d4e15d253124c7d296b9a2a5d695fdd446d15f64f11765e48a3c73ea9b28f3c9df0a028862a02723d09accafe3f4ff222bb8b0&amp;width=420&amp;height=340&amp;pid=tvom001&amp;autostart=false&amp;allowscriptaccess=always&amp;usefullscreen=true&amp;esnapshot=4bffc0037b3a3a493b90685cccfc7c21cc002973d57a44951a38fddf065f5c696a66be9b89ee2d2f094ccde2702233248cd5bfb7b0b6c596f7df46d05565f85d6ea5d87835adc773b1dfd90205887da126798fcd&amp;trueurl=http://tvovermind.zap2it.com/abc/modern-family-tv-news/sneak-peeks-modern-family-season-2-episode-1/31270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, we've way outgrown it.  At times to the point where I feel like that walls are closing in, and green army men toys are in invading every available space I have. It's old (charming too, I suppose), gets really dusty, and we need more storage.  Usually I feel "done" with this city, and ready to embrace somewhere new, whether new is 15 minutes away or 15 hours away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I see the home we moved into before life got complicated, when it was just "us". The house we made a home when we brought our babies home. The old heating vent they sit in front of in their jammies trying to warm up on these January mornings.  The yard of summer memories, great gardens, and baby pool splashing.  The 8 minute drive to Target, the 4 minute drive to work.  I see the "Lights in the Park" from my house, and think of the charm the area holds despite the challenges of city living. &lt;br /&gt;But, like everything, the time comes to move on... so prayers appreciated for the next chapter. &lt;br /&gt;"Just us- 2004"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TUofK1UA4mI/AAAAAAAACI8/wTRRuu5sHMI/s1600/DSCN0082.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/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TUofK1UA4mI/AAAAAAAACI8/wTRRuu5sHMI/s320/DSCN0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569298160167215714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day home with Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TUofLIcfVKI/AAAAAAAACJE/WfHKoiMkZtc/s1600/DSCN1126.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/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TUofLIcfVKI/AAAAAAAACJE/WfHKoiMkZtc/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569298165303039138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter mornings (those cinnamon buns were stolen off the island, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TUofLWkGyUI/AAAAAAAACJM/aqiiRpXEghg/s1600/P1000118.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/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TUofLWkGyUI/AAAAAAAACJM/aqiiRpXEghg/s320/P1000118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569298169093081410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-4621507160734567993?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/4621507160734567993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=4621507160734567993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4621507160734567993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/4621507160734567993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/01/mixed-feelings.html' title='Next Chapter'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TUofK1UA4mI/AAAAAAAACI8/wTRRuu5sHMI/s72-c/DSCN0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-198853061859808527</id><published>2011-01-24T16:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T16:34:48.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games Trilogy in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TTnPnjUBqzI/AAAAAAAACIw/8njPi90bEQI/s1600/hunger_games_trilogy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TTnPnjUBqzI/AAAAAAAACIw/8njPi90bEQI/s320/hunger_games_trilogy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564707092994042674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the buzz about these books, I could not resist giving them a try. Right from the start, I knew they were not my usual read. Not even close. They are odd, post-apocalyptic, graphically violent at times, and positively impossible to put down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hunger_Games_trilogy"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to Wikipedia, for a full synopsis. Your best bet is to read this to get the gist of the storyline. &lt;br /&gt;I would have to say it's been a while since I got quite this absorbed in a series. I had to finish it. I wanted to sneak upstairs and read with a house full of company. So, clearly they were definitely intriguing and fast paced. The story is original and certainly rich in detail. It is written to the young adult crowd, so it's a pretty easy read, and is of course laced with a love triangle and teenage feelings confusion galore, but not in an annoying way. Overall, I would say books one and two are two thumbs up, while book three is not quite so good, although does bring a satisfying conclusion to the series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-198853061859808527?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/198853061859808527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=198853061859808527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/198853061859808527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/198853061859808527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/01/hunger-games-trilogy-in-review.html' title='The Hunger Games Trilogy in Review'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TTnPnjUBqzI/AAAAAAAACIw/8njPi90bEQI/s72-c/hunger_games_trilogy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1633399762402996856</id><published>2011-01-23T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:00:05.274-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Plain Funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Week</title><content type='html'>Last night, as we were leaving my sister's house, Adam wanted to take one of his Fisher Price Little People with him in his pocket.  Anyone who knows my kids well knows that they call any type of small figurine a "BOB".  (I can't remember why.) &lt;br /&gt;So, when we were leaving Adam was wiggling and grabbing, pee pee dance style.  I said, "Adam, go potty before we go", and he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "I don't have to mom, I am just touching my BOB"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-1633399762402996856?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/1633399762402996856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=1633399762402996856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1633399762402996856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/1633399762402996856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/01/quote-of-week.html' title='Quote of the Week'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5147249240283172835</id><published>2011-01-11T19:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T19:32:54.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reader? Already?</title><content type='html'>He can read!!!&lt;br /&gt;Adam started full day pre-k this past September.  I knew from his previous class at daycare what an absolute sponge he (and all kids his age) are for  information of any kind. Still, the things Adam is learning are amazing to me. First came the sight words, one week "I", one week "the", one week "my", etc.. until yesterday while practicing he read "I go to my Ami's", and "I go to the game" on his own.  Yes, read. Looking at each word, identifying it, and saying it- not just having memorized it from repetition, all with a big accomplished smile. I really had a proud parent moment, knowing that my boy not only was working hard, but was taking so much pride in his learning. Exactly as I had always hoped. &lt;br /&gt;Combine that with his endless knowledge of penguins, wind, and healthy foods he's ready for college. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TSz2ggY5JrI/AAAAAAAACIo/c6OzfWHLdyE/s1600/1228101527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TSz2ggY5JrI/AAAAAAAACIo/c6OzfWHLdyE/s400/1228101527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561090678206310066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5147249240283172835?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5147249240283172835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5147249240283172835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5147249240283172835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5147249240283172835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='A Reader? Already?'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TSz2ggY5JrI/AAAAAAAACIo/c6OzfWHLdyE/s72-c/1228101527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5371426610412043886</id><published>2011-01-06T11:46:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T12:24:38.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>Two Thumbs Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TSX6boPgsZI/AAAAAAAACIg/z8u1tkZ2gd0/s1600/nook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TSX6boPgsZI/AAAAAAAACIg/z8u1tkZ2gd0/s200/nook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559124667624632722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As mentioned, I received the gift of the Barnes and Noble Nook for my birthday. For quite a while, I was on the fence about e-readers, not really seeing the purpose of one. The Nook drew me for two reasons- the ability to borrow e-books from the library without leaving the house (for free!), and also the ability to share/receive books that you have purchased with others who have the same device. &lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I love it! Not only does it significantly cut down on the clutter of books, but it's small, handy, and you truly feel like you are reading print, not a computer screen.  And, for those serious page turners, you can bump up the size of the font in the touch of a button as your eyes tire (as mine have lately, while devouring &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hunger-Games-Suzanne-Collins/dp/0439023483"&gt;The Hunger Games &lt;/a&gt;series). &lt;br /&gt;Though not a life or death necessity, if you have a birthday or holiday coming up, and you are a big reader like me, I would put it on the list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5371426610412043886?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5371426610412043886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5371426610412043886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5371426610412043886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5371426610412043886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-thumbs-up.html' title='Two Thumbs Up'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TSX6boPgsZI/AAAAAAAACIg/z8u1tkZ2gd0/s72-c/nook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6225882967489122492</id><published>2010-12-27T23:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:56:25.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's More Fun Than A Barrel Of Monkeys!</title><content type='html'>I forgot the flash cards and crayons at a recent trip to lunch, so cell phone photos of "feelings faces" followed by his usual&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "I see it?&lt;/span&gt;"  was our entertainment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmzNHOxbI/AAAAAAAACHo/3WCxwTJK8qY/s1600/confused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmzNHOxbI/AAAAAAAACHo/3WCxwTJK8qY/s400/confused.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555584645217568178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmy54rwmI/AAAAAAAACHg/uqk8_NqjBfg/s1600/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmy54rwmI/AAAAAAAACHg/uqk8_NqjBfg/s400/happy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555584640056279650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmzaenxWI/AAAAAAAACHw/Qkh7EuP71DI/s1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmzaenxWI/AAAAAAAACHw/Qkh7EuP71DI/s400/sad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555584648805336418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmy1vMfLI/AAAAAAAACHY/4KIWY78ETw8/s1600/laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmy1vMfLI/AAAAAAAACHY/4KIWY78ETw8/s400/laughing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555584638942739634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmymLKWmI/AAAAAAAACHQ/dF4zzGbrtNY/s1600/silly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmymLKWmI/AAAAAAAACHQ/dF4zzGbrtNY/s400/silly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555584634765072994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6225882967489122492?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6225882967489122492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6225882967489122492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6225882967489122492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6225882967489122492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-forgot-flash-cards-and-crayons-at.html' title='He&apos;s More Fun Than A Barrel Of Monkeys!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRlmzNHOxbI/AAAAAAAACHo/3WCxwTJK8qY/s72-c/confused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-199733622648686440</id><published>2010-12-25T10:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T11:46:23.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the mind of a four year old...</title><content type='html'>" I will leave a marker and a banjo (the pizza idea for the reindeer came in the moment) for you when you stop. Have a safe trip"&lt;br /&gt;Love, John Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRYTkLJkjvI/AAAAAAAACG0/ClqvqnTXQC8/s1600/P1000063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRYTkLJkjvI/AAAAAAAACG0/ClqvqnTXQC8/s400/P1000063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648702597238514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRYTkUyWhsI/AAAAAAAACG8/Tn_9eMk_R-A/s1600/P1000062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRYTkUyWhsI/AAAAAAAACG8/Tn_9eMk_R-A/s400/P1000062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648705184204482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRYfm9yWNuI/AAAAAAAACHE/VAagPygRkes/s1600/P1000073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRYfm9yWNuI/AAAAAAAACHE/VAagPygRkes/s400/P1000073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554661944689309410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-199733622648686440?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/199733622648686440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=199733622648686440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/199733622648686440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/199733622648686440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/12/ah-mind-of-four-year-old.html' title='Ah, the mind of a four year old...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TRYTkLJkjvI/AAAAAAAACG0/ClqvqnTXQC8/s72-c/P1000063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-1974486098810740766</id><published>2010-12-24T15:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:03:06.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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Each year, I write  on the box just why we chose that ornament because unfortunately I have the short term memory of a goldfish and I love that nostalgic feeling of saying "oh yeah! I remember that", especially when it comes to my kids.  Here are a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fisher Price School Bus and Farm... I think Adam has spent about half of his life playing with "The Bobs" (AKA, Little People).  Lining them up, loading the bus, lining them up again... They are by far his most loved toy to this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7XnWwHj2I/AAAAAAAACGg/Dk1WKIP-pQo/s1600/IMG_1639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7XnWwHj2I/AAAAAAAACGg/Dk1WKIP-pQo/s400/IMG_1639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552612461716672354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7XmQnO9hI/AAAAAAAACGI/e1sxoWUuKUQ/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7XmQnO9hI/AAAAAAAACGI/e1sxoWUuKUQ/s400/IMG_1651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552612442888926738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Super Baby"  This is Zachary through and through... he was just one of those babies- perfect in every way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7XnLRToVI/AAAAAAAACGY/hvzq_n-8CYk/s1600/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7XnLRToVI/AAAAAAAACGY/hvzq_n-8CYk/s400/IMG_1641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552612458634649938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry The Bee.... Thank you Bee Movie... last year this movie was just about the only thing my boys would watch. On the box for this ornament it says "Black and yellow, get behind a fellow"... this echoed though our house for many months, along with many other quotes from this classic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7Xm3HgIfI/AAAAAAAACGQ/K6hVIlfeXNw/s1600/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7Xm3HgIfI/AAAAAAAACGQ/K6hVIlfeXNw/s400/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552612453224817138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, even Santa gets a "honey do" list... this was one I had to get for Paul one year. His list is never ending! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7Xl6TtrMI/AAAAAAAACGA/ONHTbRewaBU/s1600/IMG_1648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7Xl6TtrMI/AAAAAAAACGA/ONHTbRewaBU/s400/IMG_1648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552612436901473474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is just one of the many precious school made ornaments. Anything with a picture is a winner for me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7X3Tg5tyI/AAAAAAAACGo/Mj2BAy3qaRA/s1600/IMG_1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7X3Tg5tyI/AAAAAAAACGo/Mj2BAy3qaRA/s400/IMG_1653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552612735725451042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-2217530924944708016?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/2217530924944708016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=2217530924944708016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2217530924944708016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/2217530924944708016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-christmas-tree-post.html' title='Another Christmas Tree Post!'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7XnWwHj2I/AAAAAAAACGg/Dk1WKIP-pQo/s72-c/IMG_1639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7572112237035435758</id><published>2010-12-17T22:06:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T23:07:15.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>“The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.”  Lucille Ball</title><content type='html'>It was another great year, and I celebrated my &lt;a href="http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-ever.html"&gt;25th birthday&lt;/a&gt; simply with friends and family, and for the 6th year straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7V03WC_aI/AAAAAAAACF4/IjGCF7NbkbU/s1600/Dreamgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7V03WC_aI/AAAAAAAACF4/IjGCF7NbkbU/s200/Dreamgirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552610494780734882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It began on Thursday night, where my sister and I celebrated our birthday's with our mom(we're 72 hours shy of being Irish twins).  We had an amazing dinner at Encore in Buffalo. Check out their &lt;a href="http://encorebuffalo.com/menus/"&gt;menu&lt;/a&gt;, and yes, it's as good as it sounds. I had duck. It was awesome. Then, we checked out Dreamgirls at the local theater, Shea's. What a treat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news for The Vinkle LIfe:&lt;br /&gt;It's now published, thanks to my thoughtful hubby who somehow in his techie ways, made me these beautiful book- hard bound versions of this blog. There's just something about flipping through the printed version of the last couple years of our lives that really is amazing and touching...you cannot put a price tag on that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7PRtFI6fI/AAAAAAAACFg/ik6I19bSKRw/s1600/P1000032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7PRtFI6fI/AAAAAAAACFg/ik6I19bSKRw/s400/P1000032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552603293660277234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, thanks again to Paul and the boys for helping me enter the world of e-readers. I am loving &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/nook/index.asp"&gt;The Nook&lt;/a&gt; so far. I already borrowed and loaded two  e-books from the public library on it!  It's a whole new experience for me, and so far would definitely recommend it!  This was sort of a "bonus gift", as we had decided to get one anyway, so it just turned into a present.  My sister Sarah also knows me well, and the Barnes and Noble gift card she gave me will be put to great use! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7PRZrNM3I/AAAAAAAACFY/8yMu1MOVoCY/s1600/P1000033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7PRZrNM3I/AAAAAAAACFY/8yMu1MOVoCY/s400/P1000033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552603288451232626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verabradley.com/product/Color/Very-Berry-Paisley/Tote/154817/mode/viewall/pc/639/c/0/sc/753/p/154817.uts"&gt;This gift&lt;/a&gt; from my friend Nancy was quite a pleasant suprise as well... I have been admiring this pattern and thinking "well, when it's on sale with an additional 30% off and free shipping then I will get it"... &lt;br /&gt;What a blessing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7RFnHpFZI/AAAAAAAACFo/lomDs7UjhO4/s1600/tote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7RFnHpFZI/AAAAAAAACFo/lomDs7UjhO4/s400/tote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552605284924986770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I luckily get to have more fun this year, as my sister Eileen knows full well about my mascara problem... can't wait to try them all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7UeDCnQkI/AAAAAAAACFw/ILa7yjq3mUg/s1600/mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7UeDCnQkI/AAAAAAAACFw/ILa7yjq3mUg/s320/mascara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552609003271832130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7572112237035435758?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7572112237035435758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7572112237035435758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7572112237035435758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7572112237035435758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/12/secret-to-staying-young-is-to-live.html' title='“The secret to staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.”  Lucille Ball'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQ7V03WC_aI/AAAAAAAACF4/IjGCF7NbkbU/s72-c/Dreamgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7564003189608566418</id><published>2010-12-10T00:20:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:58:04.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentiment'/><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree..</title><content type='html'>While I am not especially proud of my holiday decorating ability, I have been blessed with a Grandma who every year of my life until I got married and now every year for my kids, has painstakingly made a handmade and gorgeous ornament for me/us. Even now, at 87, she is still hard at work for everyone, every year. Amazing. I also get to call this lady my next door neighbor- lucky us! &lt;br /&gt; All my cousins and I spent many Christmases probably not being as appreciative as we should have been... distracted by the huge gifts, surely toys, that were under the tree.  Now, though, I look at these ornaments, and realize her labor of love and just how beautiful each of these are! Thanks Gram! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One from 2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7apCLAsI/AAAAAAAACFI/g0U8AjzXXOk/s1600/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7apCLAsI/AAAAAAAACFI/g0U8AjzXXOk/s400/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548922282263118530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautful beaded one, it catches the light to nicely! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7aLe6CHI/AAAAAAAACE4/mI_sh_s9rZs/s1600/IMG_1646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7aLe6CHI/AAAAAAAACE4/mI_sh_s9rZs/s400/IMG_1646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548922274330577010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one... my middle name is Noel so that's kind of neat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7Z2ewHNI/AAAAAAAACEw/DhEHWxR7PP0/s1600/IMG_1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7Z2ewHNI/AAAAAAAACEw/DhEHWxR7PP0/s400/IMG_1650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548922268692782290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jeweled side of my birthstone ornament ( and, I believe she did these for all 18 grandchildren, and several others)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7ZgwBgdI/AAAAAAAACEo/YjqbcpjXumU/s1600/IMG_1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7ZgwBgdI/AAAAAAAACEo/YjqbcpjXumU/s400/IMG_1657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548922262859645394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam's birthstone ornament, the knit side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7_VPhWZI/AAAAAAAACFQ/RDNug1Gcvgw/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7_VPhWZI/AAAAAAAACFQ/RDNug1Gcvgw/s400/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548922912605559186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary''s birthstone ornament, the knit side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7aQWrqeI/AAAAAAAACFA/rRysGvrHLOQ/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7aQWrqeI/AAAAAAAACFA/rRysGvrHLOQ/s400/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548922275638258146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul has a few on there too, but above it just a preview of some of the special ornaments I have gotten over the years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7564003189608566418?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7564003189608566418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7564003189608566418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7564003189608566418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7564003189608566418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree..'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TQG7apCLAsI/AAAAAAAACFI/g0U8AjzXXOk/s72-c/IMG_1644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7324517327675993975</id><published>2010-12-02T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:11:42.513-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something new'/><title type='text'>Giving is Receiving...</title><content type='html'>I won't say what I bought... or for who... but when I purchased some Christmas gifts recently I was able to get this deluxe sample bag for free with my purchase.  &lt;br /&gt;And, we all know you can't exactly give samples away as gifts, now can you? &lt;br /&gt; I am having fun playing with all the surprisingly large sized goodies that came my way!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPfDWViQpyI/AAAAAAAACDw/tGfIYUsZeSY/s1600/sephora.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPfDWViQpyI/AAAAAAAACDw/tGfIYUsZeSY/s200/sephora.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546116254635435810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7324517327675993975?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7324517327675993975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7324517327675993975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7324517327675993975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7324517327675993975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/12/giving-is-receiving.html' title='Giving is Receiving...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPfDWViQpyI/AAAAAAAACDw/tGfIYUsZeSY/s72-c/sephora.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7219945674207611127</id><published>2010-12-01T21:22:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:12:32.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is Santa coming today? &lt;br /&gt;That was Adam's first statement today. Quite possibly before he even opened his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;The Christmas magic is alive in our house. &lt;br /&gt;Trying to stress the "reason for the season" can be challenging with two little boys whose eyes light up at the mention of Santa, and whose mouths drop at the plentiful lights in our area. &lt;br /&gt;Adam did say "Jesus' birthday... hmmm... is Jesus' last name God?"  He's sort of obsessed with people's last names. And Zachary saying as we read a Christmas book "who is that baby, does he pee on the potty?", shows he noticed the baby but has his own.. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ahem&lt;/span&gt; ...obsession at the moment.  Here's what I am hoping they might ask soon enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcG32bcOHI/AAAAAAAACDo/eyRR93VDO08/s1600/santa.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcG32bcOHI/AAAAAAAACDo/eyRR93VDO08/s200/santa.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545909022703237234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated the tree as a family and powered through the near meltdowns of a 2- year- old whose motor skills do not yet allow for effective ornament hanging, but whose level of independence refuses help of any kind. It was fun.  Lots of ornaments are concentrated front and center at about the 3' 2'' mark. I am going to leave it that way.  They're only young once, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFIfm2oJI/AAAAAAAACDY/9KEFYAnn3dk/s1600/IMG_1615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFIfm2oJI/AAAAAAAACDY/9KEFYAnn3dk/s400/IMG_1615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545907109611610258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFIDZzwKI/AAAAAAAACDQ/yuzA9zPyz9g/s1600/IMG_1628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFIDZzwKI/AAAAAAAACDQ/yuzA9zPyz9g/s400/IMG_1628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545907102040703138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFH2B8BYI/AAAAAAAACDI/rOSmCQM2lhc/s1600/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFH2B8BYI/AAAAAAAACDI/rOSmCQM2lhc/s400/IMG_1629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545907098450920834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFJD-qLvI/AAAAAAAACDg/fLRpII7EcMY/s1600/IMG_1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcFJD-qLvI/AAAAAAAACDg/fLRpII7EcMY/s400/IMG_1635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545907119375134450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7219945674207611127?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7219945674207611127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7219945674207611127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7219945674207611127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7219945674207611127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-santa-coming-today-that-was-adams.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPcG32bcOHI/AAAAAAAACDo/eyRR93VDO08/s72-c/santa.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5848312212273399992</id><published>2010-11-22T10:50:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T11:38:16.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adam'/><title type='text'>What the Big One Is Doing</title><content type='html'>He's reading his first "sight words" &lt;em&gt;a, and, &amp; to&lt;/em&gt;, loving his dad more than life itself, being obsessed with Wii Sports, and making everything "fight", this little boy is just full of life.  He's now insisting that I answer his questions with a "that's correct", or "exactly", rather than my usual "yes".  &lt;br /&gt;I see him growing into a little boy, with so much independence, yet still being so small. &lt;br /&gt;He's already talking about turning 5... &lt;em&gt;slow down&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;There are few things that can bring a parent greater joy than to see their child be compassionate, loving, and just a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPKFD99QcwI/AAAAAAAACDA/Er9lCSJa9SU/s1600/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPKFD99QcwI/AAAAAAAACDA/Er9lCSJa9SU/s400/IMG_1568.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544640394464097026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5848312212273399992?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5848312212273399992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5848312212273399992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5848312212273399992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5848312212273399992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-big-one-is-doing.html' title='What the Big One Is Doing'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TPKFD99QcwI/AAAAAAAACDA/Er9lCSJa9SU/s72-c/IMG_1568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-6647181075555904722</id><published>2010-11-16T22:18:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:39:09.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>What The Little One Is Doing...</title><content type='html'>Wooden Peg Puzzles? A joke.&lt;br /&gt;24 pieces? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Even a 36 piecer is no match for the (self proclaimed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; PUZZLE MASTER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TONJ1f3JzxI/AAAAAAAACC4/9RSBos5Lhmc/s1600/IMG_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TONJ1f3JzxI/AAAAAAAACC4/9RSBos5Lhmc/s400/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540353150030565138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our favorites include &lt;a href="http://www.toadsandtulips.com/ba123flpubyc.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.topbabyshops.com/proddetail.asp?prod=473281425"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; from Crocodile Creek, and &lt;a href="http://gifts.barnesandnoble.com/Toys-games/Our-World/e/9780735306554/?cds2Pid=18507"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one by Mudpuppy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-6647181075555904722?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/6647181075555904722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=6647181075555904722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6647181075555904722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/6647181075555904722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-little-one-is-doing.html' title='What The Little One Is Doing...'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TONJ1f3JzxI/AAAAAAAACC4/9RSBos5Lhmc/s72-c/IMG_1604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-3466041835210688588</id><published>2010-11-12T21:55:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:58:31.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai Girls in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TN3-puS-67I/AAAAAAAACCY/F926B4jygLw/s1600/ShanghaiGirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TN3-puS-67I/AAAAAAAACCY/F926B4jygLw/s200/ShanghaiGirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538863109491321778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a while since I've read something worth blogging about! &lt;br /&gt; Synopsis: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In 1937, Shanghai is the Paris of Asia, a city of great wealth and glamour, the home of millionaires and beggars, gangsters and gamblers, patriots and revolutionaries, artists and warlords. Thanks to the financial security and material comforts provided by their father’s prosperous rickshaw business, twenty-one-year-old Pearl Chin and her younger sister, May, are having the time of their lives. Though both sisters wave off authority and tradition, they couldn't’t be more different: Pearl is a Dragon sign, strong and stubborn, while May is a true Sheep, adorable and placid. Both are beautiful, modern, and carefree . . . until the day their father tells them that he has gambled away their wealth and that in order to repay his debts he must sell the girls as wives to suitors who have traveled from California to find Chinese brides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Japanese bombs fall on their beloved city, Pearl and May set out on the journey of a lifetime, one that will take them through the Chinese countryside, in and out of the clutch of brutal soldiers, and across the Pacific to the shores of America. In Los Angeles they begin a fresh chapter, trying to find love with the strangers they have married, brushing against the seduction of Hollywood, and striving to embrace American life even as they fight against discrimination, brave Communist witch hunts, and find themselves hemmed in by Chinatown’s old ways and rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my opinion on a "tough" read is formed more after the book, based on how much I think about it after. This was one that stuck with me. &lt;br /&gt;I really liked this book.  That being said, it is not a feel good book, but it is told vividly and you feel like you're there while you read it. I am a fan of historical fiction and this book gives a lot of insight into what immigration and war times were like in the 1930's. The characters, Pearl and May, each have characteristics that can be related to. Their story as told by author Lisa See is for sure worth your time. Check it out! &lt;br /&gt;These are my next 3 reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TOAitwUfW5I/AAAAAAAACCg/dwrS3SRBiJ8/s1600/IMG_1605.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/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TOAitwUfW5I/AAAAAAAACCg/dwrS3SRBiJ8/s320/IMG_1605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539465711126010770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-3466041835210688588?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/3466041835210688588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=3466041835210688588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3466041835210688588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/3466041835210688588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/11/shanghai-girls-in-review.html' title='Shanghai Girls in Review'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TN3-puS-67I/AAAAAAAACCY/F926B4jygLw/s72-c/ShanghaiGirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5099505770137991930</id><published>2010-11-10T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:01:58.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary'/><title type='text'>{ALMOST} Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Ho ho ho! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNtcavv-oOI/AAAAAAAACCQ/pVUTqvTAF8M/s1600/1008102004a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNtcavv-oOI/AAAAAAAACCQ/pVUTqvTAF8M/s400/1008102004a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538121781346214114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5099505770137991930?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5099505770137991930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5099505770137991930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5099505770137991930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5099505770137991930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/11/almost-wordless-wednesday.html' title='{ALMOST} Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNtcavv-oOI/AAAAAAAACCQ/pVUTqvTAF8M/s72-c/1008102004a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-5610113904536348398</id><published>2010-11-05T10:00:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:39:26.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginnings and Endings'/><title type='text'>The Story of Our Van</title><content type='html'>Picture this... a cold, dark February night, 2007.&lt;br /&gt; A one car family with jobs in opposite directions. &lt;br /&gt;An advertised Christian car dealership we traveled an hour to patronize. Complete with worship music playing in the background on the sales floor. &lt;br /&gt;We were shown a low mileage van at a really good price.  &lt;br /&gt;Upon inspection, it looked alright. I noticed that it needed a cleaning, which we were assured that after a full detail it would be in like new condition.  We began the paperwork to purchase the vehicle. &lt;br /&gt;The phone rang... it was my mom. 8 month old Adam was with her, and had spiked a fever. 103. My focus immediately went to needing to get to him, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe at that time the salesman's eyes probably secretly lit up.  A set of concerned parents in a hurry... time to get a commitment.  We caved. Bought the van. &lt;br /&gt;So. move ahead a couple weeks  There was an odor emerging. A hard to explain, but like an old man-cigar-smoking-not-showering-ever- type- odor. The kind that makes you want to cry at the thought of picking up passengers.   &lt;br /&gt;We went back to this dealership and, of course, were laughed at when asking for an even trade on something else.  Even after describing the smell as above. The best we could get was an extreme detail job from Delta Sonic, with the odor neutralizing machine run in it, paid for.  This made the smell bearable, but still not great.&lt;br /&gt;We left it at that. So, over the next nearly 4 years, we drove a smelly van that we both  despised, despite its mechanic near perfection.  Ugh.  Live and learn, right? &lt;br /&gt;Despite many discussions and researching, we never did take the plunge into something we liked. But a few weeks ago, Paul and Adam ran into a store and I stayed back with Zachary who was sleeping in the van.  I breathed a big breath of stale cigar (or something) and decided... no more. &lt;br /&gt;So, we got this, a Toyota Rav4. And. we love it!  The chemical "new car smell" is heavenly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNR96z2VkiI/AAAAAAAACCI/fJ4pVLlhfqE/s1600/rav4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNR96z2VkiI/AAAAAAAACCI/fJ4pVLlhfqE/s400/rav4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536188291249181218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-5610113904536348398?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/5610113904536348398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=5610113904536348398' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5610113904536348398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/5610113904536348398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/11/story-of-our-van.html' title='The Story of Our Van'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNR96z2VkiI/AAAAAAAACCI/fJ4pVLlhfqE/s72-c/rav4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303632869327392276.post-7116130406413669482</id><published>2010-11-03T18:31:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:20:34.803-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boys'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2010</title><content type='html'>This year, because Halloween fell on a Sunday, it felt like a 3-day event! &lt;br /&gt;We wound up with a full schedule due to parades, parties, and the usual festivities.  Not to mention, we also wound up taking the plunge and leased a new vehicle, which took up some time as well (looooong time coming!).  The weather got pretty darn cold, too.  I realized sometime Sunday while stressing over what to do (Family Fun Night at church, regular trick or treating, handing out candy...etc), that Dumbo and  Mickey did not care and were not asking about any of it.  I think they felt their celebrations at school were "it", and they were unaware that any more fun was supposed to occur (- :  ! &lt;br /&gt;Are there any other moms out there, who want so badly for their kids to be happy and have fun, that you forget to stop, look and see that they are content?  My thought last Sunday was "WHY?".... if they don't care, why drag them out in the cold to get candy that they (and I) do not need?  Guilt and uncertainty led us up the street to about 3 houses in costume then back home, where they were asking to go. &lt;br /&gt;Adam at school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl5AQYN_I/AAAAAAAACBw/QJATrWhTUv0/s1600/IMG_0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl5AQYN_I/AAAAAAAACBw/QJATrWhTUv0/s400/IMG_0357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458184499050482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zachary at school... yes, they tie them together, and yes, that's a dinosaur princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl42A3kRI/AAAAAAAACBo/FL6G_AJfCBE/s1600/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl42A3kRI/AAAAAAAACBo/FL6G_AJfCBE/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458181749641490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl538EL7I/AAAAAAAACCA/INLp8gqI9io/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl538EL7I/AAAAAAAACCA/INLp8gqI9io/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458199446237106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 houses and done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl5VrIcmI/AAAAAAAACB4/ihyF-BZb-ts/s1600/IMG_1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl5VrIcmI/AAAAAAAACB4/ihyF-BZb-ts/s400/IMG_1526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535458190248407650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303632869327392276-7116130406413669482?l=julievinkle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/feeds/7116130406413669482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303632869327392276&amp;postID=7116130406413669482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7116130406413669482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303632869327392276/posts/default/7116130406413669482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julievinkle.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-2010.html' title='Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10491692510030822339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V_dJgZRWzwQ/TsEgx93ZLqI/AAAAAAAACik/ZUa40-ZXn9Y/s220/me.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VW0BEAAQ3o/TNHl5AQYN_I/AAAAAAAACBw/QJATrWhTUv0/s72-c/IMG_0357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
