<?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-8770396090259927270</id><updated>2011-08-27T08:29:37.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Halloween Ghoul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-3438256216926559359</id><published>2011-05-15T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:22:34.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwmcKSEQnEE/Tc9xKb9hZOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3hbr1c6ScT8/s1600/060.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwmcKSEQnEE/Tc9xKb9hZOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3hbr1c6ScT8/s320/060.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-3438256216926559359?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3438256216926559359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=3438256216926559359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3438256216926559359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3438256216926559359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwmcKSEQnEE/Tc9xKb9hZOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/3hbr1c6ScT8/s72-c/060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4426050856424522791</id><published>2010-11-28T23:19:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:28:04.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Guy Gets a Break for 2 Hours</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since I have posted anything.  I have been taking 16 credits this fall.  Classes have included Physics and another Math class.  My family is quite excited for me to be done with math.  I may be complaining a lot and possibly loudly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bart was released from the Bishopric last week.  It has been such a treat to watch him serve.  He has always been so willing to let me steal the show.  He served with Dr. Mark Firth as Bishop and Spencer Parkinson as the other counselor.  Bart has loved every opportunity he has had.  He came home and roamed around the house for two whole hours.  Today he was sustained as the new 1st counselor in the Young Men's Presidency.  He will be great and Josh will remind him when he is not :).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guy is the cute one on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/TPNHnbRr_nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pZad9y42LtA/s1600/DSCN2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/TPNHnbRr_nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pZad9y42LtA/s320/DSCN2362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544854308885626482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4426050856424522791?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4426050856424522791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4426050856424522791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4426050856424522791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4426050856424522791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-guy-gets-break-for-2-hours.html' title='Good Guy Gets a Break for 2 Hours'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/TPNHnbRr_nI/AAAAAAAAAKo/pZad9y42LtA/s72-c/DSCN2362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-9156107957995978599</id><published>2010-08-30T14:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:36:11.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School Blues</title><content type='html'>OK, I am back in school after my very long break, NOT.  I had myself ready to go, backpack loaded, notebooks labeled and pencils sharpened. My first class was math and I started this semester with a can do attitude.  Then ... it rained and not just a little summer shower, it rained a lot and it is still raining.  You know your in trouble when you come home to have a hot shower and the HOT is just warm and you are soaked through your jacket, shirt and bra.  I hope this is not a sign for the upcoming semester.  Blues skies ahead, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/THwWDJ0bvFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qsQ6-ovmSU8/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/THwWDJ0bvFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qsQ6-ovmSU8/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511304287425903698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-9156107957995978599?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9156107957995978599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=9156107957995978599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/9156107957995978599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/9156107957995978599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-of-school-blues.html' title='First Day of School Blues'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/THwWDJ0bvFI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qsQ6-ovmSU8/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4282806848754995012</id><published>2010-08-14T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T23:16:05.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Tree Branches   GONE</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you combine an eager friend with 3 chain saws and extended ladder and years of over grown trees.  I would let you see but a daughter whom shall not be named (Jessica) took my cute red camera on a cruise.  I will tell you, you get 3 piles, mini-hills filled with branches.  The best part is seeing the blue sky, the worst seeing all of ground that needs attention.  I hope to prove my dilemena as soon as the girls come home from their cruise.  Lucky for Bart he did not die, but I'm sure he wants to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4282806848754995012?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4282806848754995012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4282806848754995012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4282806848754995012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4282806848754995012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/dead-tree-branches-gone.html' title='Dead Tree Branches   GONE'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-6342689050023303376</id><published>2010-08-08T20:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:24:37.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I made it!</title><content type='html'>Hello Blog World, I am not dead. My brain is tired and my back-pack never weighed more than when I was trudging to the van on a hot summer afternoon.  That's right I went to summer school.  When I was a girl, summer school was for the students who did not do well during the school year, or for those who sloughed a lot.  For the first time in my life I went to summer school, and paid for it.  The positives:  one more semester closer to graduation and relaxed professors.  The negatives:  very fast and furious pace,and my yard looks HORRIBLE!!!  I have a little break before Fall starts.  The good news is I was accepted into my program, that is, the education program.  I start my levels in the Spring.  Josh starts school in less than 10 days and will be starting his junior year.  I love this boy, he is so kind to me.  I hope to get things a little under control before Fall starts, but life happens so you never know.  Hayden has been on his mission for almost 5 months and my girls are on a cruise.  (I am not jealous!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-6342689050023303376?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6342689050023303376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=6342689050023303376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6342689050023303376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6342689050023303376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-made-it.html' title='I made it!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1319649775381261414</id><published>2010-05-13T17:42:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T17:55:21.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated Girl!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yO7dHYbxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1zRlyupXl1U/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yO7dHYbxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1zRlyupXl1U/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470904799427325714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl of mine has graduated from the University of Utah and she is only 22!  She graduated with a degree in Economics with a minor Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yO6r3E-cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HA9qsZqJ90g/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yO6r3E-cI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HA9qsZqJ90g/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470904786205604290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne has always had a love of vacuum's, so she is extremely pleased to receive a Dyson as one of her graduation gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yOuTPRJ3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/CeozsQzBmOg/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yOuTPRJ3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/CeozsQzBmOg/s320/027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470904573437749106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica insisted that Adrienne do the traditional cap toss and Adrienne usually minds what her sister tells her to do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yOinT4ouI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q5mPWnYcP8A/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yOinT4ouI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q5mPWnYcP8A/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470904372667392738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I love this girl and I am very proud of her!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1319649775381261414?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1319649775381261414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1319649775381261414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1319649775381261414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1319649775381261414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/graduated-girl.html' title='Graduated Girl!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S-yO7dHYbxI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1zRlyupXl1U/s72-c/017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-6840979827461687003</id><published>2010-04-25T23:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:49:38.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Flowers Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S9UooL5zYhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nQRtMfMteNg/s1600/194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S9UooL5zYhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nQRtMfMteNg/s320/194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464318393739076114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S9UonCgprgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YZ77fpd2Y-s/s1600/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S9UonCgprgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YZ77fpd2Y-s/s320/170.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464318374037794306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S9Uomrr7HxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P5aPUkMDLPk/s1600/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S9Uomrr7HxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/P5aPUkMDLPk/s320/185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464318367911059218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my break from the normal routine with my girl Adrienne.  We went to Thanksgiving Point and enjoyed the day away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the school work, but the best thing that had been said to me lately is from my mom, "Get your homework done or I will have to ground you!"  OK, I said and giggled a little while doing my matrix problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-6840979827461687003?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6840979827461687003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=6840979827461687003&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6840979827461687003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6840979827461687003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/beautiful-flowers-beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful Flowers Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S9UooL5zYhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/nQRtMfMteNg/s72-c/194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-2678560765830436347</id><published>2010-04-23T17:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:10:03.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count Down</title><content type='html'>Two weeks and counting!! I know I am not supposed to wish my life away, but this semester has been quite grueling.  Since my last post, I have sent a missionary to Canada.  He is doing really well and is having is first baptism with another in the wings.  Josh has turned 16 and is playing high school baseball.  I finished a bathroom mini-makeover.  Helped with a few family crisis'. Written a few paper, done a lot of math problems, read hundreds of pages.  Made a blanket, cleaned a closet, forgot how to do dishes, remembered that if you don't go to the grocery store food does not show up in your house.  Enough with the complaining!!! I am very glad for my life, I have a lovely and lively family.  Bart has been great, this semester, but moaned out loud when he found out I would need to take a Physics class as well as Statistics soon.  Adrienne graduates from college on May 7, she is amazing.  She has done college all on her own and will graduate with a bachelor's degree in Economics with a minor in Finance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In approximately two weeks:  I will weed my flowers, plant my garden boxes.  Buy my text-books, do my dishes every day.  I hope to sleep until I wake without an alarm and not see a word document for 10 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-2678560765830436347?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2678560765830436347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=2678560765830436347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2678560765830436347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2678560765830436347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/count-down.html' title='Count Down'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-7917470183058447341</id><published>2010-03-02T00:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:52:10.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting in the Dark</title><content type='html'>Sittin' in the dark, just sittin' in the dark, lookin like a fool just sittin' in the dark.  I am thinking if I keep it dark my body will do that thing called sleep.  Unfortunately my mind won't quit.  I tend to make lists, or go over my day or memorize math facts lately.  Hayden has 16 days until he enters the MTC and I do not have all the shopping done.  Josh is trying out for baseball, Adrienne is applying for jobs and Jessica is trying to transfer to a new University.  My bathroom is almost done and looks so cute, I will post pictures soon.  Sunday I taught all of the youth in our ward and the funniest thing happened.  I asked a young man to give the closing prayer, he did, but during it he said "help us to practice the stuff we learned today", well the "stuff" they learned was Prayer.  Maybe next week I will work on the main idea a little harder.  I think I have looked pretty bad lately because 2 different times people have brought over some dinner for me and the family.  I am so thankful, but on the flip side quite embarrassed.  I am going to sing at Hayden's sacrament meeting formally known as a farewell.  I'm still not sure what yet, but I will figure it out.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the rambling, but my mom is supposed to be getting her internet and Bart is sure she needs to read a current post from me.  I hope I don't give her anymore stress.  She has plenty of her own and Janalee tell the family doc, the sinus infection did NOT leave this body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-7917470183058447341?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7917470183058447341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=7917470183058447341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7917470183058447341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7917470183058447341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/sitting-in-dark.html' title='Sitting in the Dark'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4674878676478864929</id><published>2010-02-09T00:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T00:43:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep anyone?</title><content type='html'>Why is it when you are tired and want to sleep, Sleep is the last thing that comes your way. The experts say try a cool dark room, check; with the exception of my spouse's habit of channel surfing.  Quiet your mind, I have one question on this suggestion, HOW???? Get into a regular routine "they" say, do "they" have children, pets, a spouse, parents, jobs, school, homes...(you get the idea).  Never oversleep, not a real option when you take medication to get you some sleep and you can't hear the alarm the next day.  Don't NAP, but what about all the effort to get us to take a power nap?  The only suggestion I found that seems to have some merit is this one, if you find you are only sleeping about 6 hours and getting up at 7 don't go to bed before 1 in the morning and this is supposed to help with the frustration of tossing and turning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to vent, but I am getting cranky after several restless nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4674878676478864929?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4674878676478864929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4674878676478864929&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4674878676478864929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4674878676478864929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleep-anyone.html' title='Sleep anyone?'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1463571231214017942</id><published>2010-01-18T20:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:01:06.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom = Can you take care of this?</title><content type='html'>When did the title mom equal how do you spell this, or do you know where this or that is?  Can you tell me how to?... or Is there something to eat?.... or is there any chocolate around here?  I don't remember the time when I only had to think for only myself.  Now it seems I need to think not only for myself but for every other person in my family.  I have tried to help my children find their own shoes, by replying to their question with the answer I am sorry I have not worn them lately.  They hate that answer, in fact they now preface every question with don't say  you haven't worn them, but do you know where my shoes are?  The funny thing about this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mom&lt;/span&gt; phenomenon  is that even in college, younger students come up to me for help.  It even happens in stores, more often than not, I have to help others find something they are looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one that has this happen to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1463571231214017942?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1463571231214017942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1463571231214017942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1463571231214017942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1463571231214017942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/mom-can-you-take-care-of-this.html' title='Mom = Can you take care of this?'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-6664917430099465661</id><published>2010-01-04T19:02:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:19:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S0KgYxm6b-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXePBY02WbA/s1600-h/086.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/_nskN-KoaAuA/S0KgYxm6b-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXePBY02WbA/s320/086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423073248801353698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has come and gone and we are beginning a new decade.  I am excited about all the possibilities a new year brings.  Hayden will leave on his mission, Adrienne will graduate from college and Joshua will start driving and I never know where Jessica will be, her life is always in motion.  I will finish my first year back at college and I am sure we will never be bored!!!  Christmas was a sweet one this year.  I enjoyed having my funny family together for 10 days.  I don't think anyone slept much, but we ate well and played hard and laughed a lot.  Hayden turned 19 January 2.  I can't believe my little baby boy has grown into a fine young man.  I am excited for him and all that is headed his way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Leisa came over Saturday and took some pictures of my silly family and I wish I could say they were all picture perfect, but if you have met my family that is not a reality.  Most of the pics are silly and usually someone has funny eyes, but here is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S0Kf0nvIxgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dkFwAMKzmcI/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S0Kf0nvIxgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dkFwAMKzmcI/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423072627676202498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-6664917430099465661?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6664917430099465661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=6664917430099465661&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6664917430099465661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6664917430099465661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/S0KgYxm6b-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/bXePBY02WbA/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-5577328607781627568</id><published>2009-12-08T23:10:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:27:18.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming ... ready or not</title><content type='html'>My tree is up and decorated but the rest of the house is still getting decked out for the holidays.  December has been filled with school projects and finals.  I had 2 tests today and let's just say A's may be a thing of the past for now --- I have just gone through the freshman adjustment semester, but only one more test to go and then no more school for a month.  I am looking forward for the family to gather this year.  The girls will be home on Christmas Eve and we will giggle for about a week straight.  I haven't been to the grocery store and I have no idea if Santa will find us this year, but maybe a miracle will visit. The best part of Christmas for me is the quiet times reading by the tree, and of course the all out game playing with the family!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my tree and I thought I would share one part of my Christmas with you and you might smile a little at Mr. Santa.  He is handmade and has 3 more brothers floating around the family, someday Janalee yours will get done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sx9B2EUpxhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P1fmT_XSiyE/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sx9B2EUpxhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P1fmT_XSiyE/s320/045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413117674251732498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sx9B2oWW37I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_OF9OrXlV3w/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sx9B2oWW37I/AAAAAAAAAJA/_OF9OrXlV3w/s320/046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413117683922558898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love to all!!!&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/8770396090259927270-5577328607781627568?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5577328607781627568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=5577328607781627568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5577328607781627568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5577328607781627568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming-ready-or-not.html' title='Christmas is Coming ... ready or not'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sx9B2EUpxhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/P1fmT_XSiyE/s72-c/045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-8043015988776317861</id><published>2009-11-18T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:50:38.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It happened!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SwTqCxeAEbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fyIxLJyswxY/s1600/310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SwTqCxeAEbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fyIxLJyswxY/s320/310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405702786111246770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayden received his mission call today!!! Drum roll please .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He will be serving in the Canada Edmonton Mission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little over-whelmed, excited, and I am trying to get the image of my baby&lt;br /&gt;boy with the big brown eyes leaving me for two whole years, out of my head.          I know he will be fine, in fact I am sure he is more than ready to get out of here.  I love all of my children, but I have to admit they are all growing and leaving sooner than I am ready for them to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With finals, projects and holidays looming about, you could say I feel quite a bit over-whelmed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-8043015988776317861?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8043015988776317861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=8043015988776317861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8043015988776317861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8043015988776317861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-happened.html' title='It happened!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SwTqCxeAEbI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fyIxLJyswxY/s72-c/310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-6348838145846850034</id><published>2009-11-01T23:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:46:41.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Su572pegHLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mxWXHHe5Xww/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Su572pegHLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mxWXHHe5Xww/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399389182040743090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur and Father Time catching up on the news of the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Su572QadWPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UzXkRGANoYI/s1600-h/firth+halloween.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Su572QadWPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UzXkRGANoYI/s320/firth+halloween.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399389175312898290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte snuggling up to Wilbur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Su572CPePGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zU3rF_BnZY4/s1600-h/firth+party.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Su572CPePGI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zU3rF_BnZY4/s320/firth+party.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399389171508722786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur just basking in being the hit of the party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the Firth home on Friday night.  Bart was such a good sport he was Wilbur and I was Charlotte (I wish you could see her in my hair better).  I came up with the spider idea first, but didn't know what to do with Bart.  I was talking to the boys about it and they mentioned Wilbur, I promptly told them that I thought no one would recognize my grandpa at the party and besides that where was I going to find overalls from the Sears Catalog.  OK then they informed me they meant the pig from the book.  I guess my brain is a little foggy from having 3 midterms this past week.  Many of may not know my Dad's Father's name was Wilbur and his Mother's name was Lucy, cute huh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my Dad has surgery to relieve pressure on his brain and I am praying for much success.  He deserves it as well as my mom.  I have often said getting old is not for sissies and I still haven't changed my mind.  I turned 45 on Saturday and had a very quiet day.  I got some sweet cards and the trick or treater's were darling. I loved the phone calls from family it is so nice to be thought of especially when you are feeling a little over-whelmed about this #.  I don't think it would be so bad to be 45, but I am in college and that is a little weird.  For the first time in a long time I was thinking being a little bit younger may not be so bad and then I remember I have children that are in their early 20's, so it is probably good to be 45.  Maybe if I say it often enough it will get better.   45  45  45  45  45  45  45  45.................you get the idea!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-6348838145846850034?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6348838145846850034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=6348838145846850034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6348838145846850034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6348838145846850034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Su572pegHLI/AAAAAAAAAIo/mxWXHHe5Xww/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-5056599119989035572</id><published>2009-10-10T23:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:01:38.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/StFxlnrnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rtp4MLppVPY/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/StFxlnrnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rtp4MLppVPY/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391215120060213090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had one of those stupid days, where I feel overwhelmed and a little sorry for myself.  I sat down to the computer to just try and make my mind calm down.  I saw this picture and realized I have a lot to be thankful for.  My grandma is a beautiful and lovely women and I happen to be her first grandchild.  We had this photo shot at out last family reunion.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love it!!! &lt;/span&gt; She is a self-taught musician, one of my favorite things is to sing with her and she has raised a loving and close family.  She is such a classy lady that we all fight over her clothes when she cleans out her closet.  Her fridge always has a cold diet soda waiting to be shared and she always has time for a visit.  I love when I found out about when her family was young; she would put off making dinner to finish one more chapter in the book (usually a romance novel) she was reading. She still is an avid reader.  I consider that characteristic a little hereditary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you grandma!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-5056599119989035572?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5056599119989035572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=5056599119989035572&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5056599119989035572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5056599119989035572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-perspective.html' title='Lost Perspective'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/StFxlnrnZ2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Rtp4MLppVPY/s72-c/DSC_0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1901795827534853930</id><published>2009-10-04T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:21:53.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Tradition</title><content type='html'>We love conference at this house.  I have a tradition of making Monkey Bread for Sunday morning breakfast and if I forget one of the children will remind me.  Thanks Josh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe: (I couldn't get a pic before they were devoured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pkg. Pillsbury biscuits&lt;br /&gt;3 T Butter&lt;br /&gt;1/4 t. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1/3 C. Brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt the above ingredients and pour over the biscuits.  Cut the biscuits in fourths  and place in a greased pan.  Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually multiply this by 3 or even 4 and a pizza cutter works really fast on cutting the dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have had kitchen withdrawals because besides the monkey bread I made Taco Soup, 2 loaves of chocolate zucchini bread and 2 loaves of regular zucchini bread. I made enough to put some in the freezer for later and I have a ham ready for Monday with some baked potatoes fresh from Idaho.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conference was good as usual and I always feel ready to face the world afterwords. My favorite funny was when the Bishop had to be called to get the 80 year old off the ladder, I hope I always serve with that much gusto!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week and try to turn on your oven it not only feeds your family but feeds your soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1901795827534853930?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1901795827534853930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1901795827534853930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1901795827534853930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1901795827534853930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/conference-tradition.html' title='Conference Tradition'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1108725819964231769</id><published>2009-09-29T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T23:44:54.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Little" STRESSED!!!</title><content type='html'>It may be a sign when you have words with a complete stranger over a parking spot.  It happened to me on Monday. I let her have the spot and later I couldn't believe I even had a confrontation over the spot. Can you say... Take a chill pill, Shauna!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to a quiet week-end, without parking lots and birds in the kitchen.  Your right, I had a bird fly into my kitchen.  Thankfully Hayden was home and we trapped it with a blanket and used really long tongs to pick it up and were able to release it outside unharmed.  I wish I could tell you I did this while being very composed, but those who know me would know that there was plenty of squealing involved!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1108725819964231769?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1108725819964231769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1108725819964231769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1108725819964231769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1108725819964231769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-stressed.html' title='A &quot;Little&quot; STRESSED!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-719388231410186326</id><published>2009-09-21T07:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:59:41.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SreE4Bhsx0I/AAAAAAAAAII/RIvfL4g8bxM/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SreE4Bhsx0I/AAAAAAAAAII/RIvfL4g8bxM/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383917977562040130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SreE3sjuRRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-wCt3KQjUwo/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SreE3sjuRRI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-wCt3KQjUwo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383917971933381906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful day up Logan Canyon!!!  Hayden and I spent the afternoon, Saturday, hiking around Tony Grove.  The weather was perfect, the leaves are starting to change and the lake was calm.  I have lived in Logan for over 25 years and had never been in this part of the canyon, shame on me.  There is never a "perfect" time to do the things you want, so I have decided to let the dishes sit a little longer and maybe go one more day before the bathrooms get cleaned and do the things that are really important.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short and there is so much beauty to see and be a part of . . . I hope you will take time to enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funnier note,  I got invited to my first study group.  A couple of cute "nerds" right out of high school asked me to join them in the library to study for our biology test.  I told Adrienne and she is very pleased that I am making friends and Jessica reminded me once again that I am just reminding them of their mom's and they probably are hoping for some cookies.  Wish me luck, I have 3 tests this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-719388231410186326?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/719388231410186326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=719388231410186326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/719388231410186326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/719388231410186326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-beautiful-day-up-logan-canyon.html' title=''/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SreE4Bhsx0I/AAAAAAAAAII/RIvfL4g8bxM/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4348636679567107205</id><published>2009-09-10T08:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:34:10.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Adrienne!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SqkOKx7ChDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BKJm9zhJacA/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SqkOKx7ChDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BKJm9zhJacA/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379846808233215026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne is 22 today.  She is my 2nd daughter and such joy to have around.  Adrienne is talented, smart, and FUNNY!!!  I love this girl, when I found out I was expecting, I so wanted another girl.  She was such a beautiful baby, people would stop me on the street to take a closer look.  I had one woman tell me I should have a porcelain doll made like her. She is in her last year of college and she has done it all on her own.  I love our phone conversations, and visits.  Sugar cookie Thursday will never be the same since the Smith's "event".  Adrienne has helped me with getting back in school. She never forgets a birthday in this family.  She is a very loyal friend, in grade school her teachers relied on her to help those with special needs, even escorting classmates to the bathroom so they would come back to class.  Can you believe in primary she was shy and would not participate until she was almost 12?  She has a sweet relationship with her extended family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this coming year is filled with many exciting things for you.  You deserve the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4348636679567107205?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4348636679567107205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4348636679567107205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4348636679567107205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4348636679567107205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-adrienne.html' title='Happy Birthday Adrienne!!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SqkOKx7ChDI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BKJm9zhJacA/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-5488634116367711832</id><published>2009-09-03T20:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:38:36.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your homework done!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh how times have changed around my house.  Gone are the days of me telling my children to get their homework done and now I hear Josh say, "Mom, come on let's get your homework done!"  He is being so patient with me.  My teacher, Mr. Hoggan, has been kind and patient as well.  Wish me luck for my first real quiz tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you had to use a notebook and pen/pencil to take notes, now students are using laptops more often.  I am noticing that a lot of them are on facebook and e-mail accounts just as often as those taking additional notes with the teacher's PowerPoint.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, now it is suggested to print the PowerPoint presentations and bring them to class and use these as your note outlines.  Mrs. Marriot would be discouraged with this, she taught me how to outline notes in the 7th grade.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have more empathy for my children and the stresses they face.  I am trying to let some of the things I use to worry about go and keep my eye on the big picture. I am headed to my family reunion.  There is about 100 of us and most will be there.  My grandma looks forward to this all year long and it is such a joy to catch up with everyone.  Too bad I will probably have to do a little homework while I am away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-5488634116367711832?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5488634116367711832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=5488634116367711832&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5488634116367711832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5488634116367711832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/get-your-homework-done.html' title='Get your homework done!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1869555833525815230</id><published>2009-08-30T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:41:27.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Chapter in my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SptD0sqTRRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HpkHV8wLyDE/s1600-h/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SptD0sqTRRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HpkHV8wLyDE/s320/148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375965152817661202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it, I started school.  I haven't been in school since 1984 and haven't had a math class since 1982.  I am the oldest in my math class and Josh, my 15 year old son, helps me with my homework.  My teacher taught my 3 oldest children in middle school, so I keep hoping he will treat me like a 7th grader. Josh tries really hard not to laugh at my silliness.  I am taking a history/current events course and a biology course and my favorite an elementary education course.  I have to be on campus every day.  I have had my first blister, tripped once and got lost trying to find my van only once so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can get adjusted, but on top of the new routine, my water heater broke.  So we had cold showers all week, by friday everyone was a little irritable.  The printer broke during a power surge in the middle of the night and did you know there is a lot of printing to do in college.  I hope to have the basement finished by the weeks end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WISH ME LUCK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1869555833525815230?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1869555833525815230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1869555833525815230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1869555833525815230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1869555833525815230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-chapter-in-my-life.html' title='New Chapter in my Life'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SptD0sqTRRI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HpkHV8wLyDE/s72-c/148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-2736103263867792802</id><published>2009-07-29T20:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T23:08:50.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>I have a favorite song from primary and this time of year it plays over and over in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Oh, What Do You Do in the Summertime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?  &lt;br /&gt;Do you fish in a stream, or lazily dream on the banks as the clouds go by?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you do?  So do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?&lt;br /&gt;Do you swim in a pool, to keep yourself cool, or swing in a tree up high?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you do?  So do I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?  &lt;br /&gt;Do you march in parades, or drink lemonades, or count all the stars in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you do?  So do I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like the summer is quickly ending and school is fast approaching.  I passed my math test and get to start with Math 1010.  The test proctor smiled as I came back again to take the test and I said to her I hope you never have to see me again.  After the test was over, by the way there are only 14 questions, I knew I had got the score I needed.  I nearly jumped out of my seat and ran up front, she grinned and told me she would let me enroll in 1010.  I told her I would probably scream a little in the elevator on the way down.  Thanks for all your help Josh and Adrienne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basement is almost done, and I hope to NEVER have a flooded basement again.  Bart has been a trooper through all of the chaos.  The boys have not had a bedroom most of the summer and we still like each other.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the song says I hope to lazily dream and watch as the clouds go by ...... I hope you do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-2736103263867792802?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2736103263867792802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=2736103263867792802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2736103263867792802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2736103263867792802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-241267865118555186</id><published>2009-07-06T22:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:33:48.477-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Bored at my house</title><content type='html'>Since my last post I have been to Idaho again to help with my parents and visit with my family.  My basement flooded and I hosted a 5 day family gathering with 20 of the family here.  We played hard, ate well, slept little and laughed a lot!!! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLM8ikIusI/AAAAAAAAAHE/n-a_mpYDrtI/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLM8ikIusI/AAAAAAAAAHE/n-a_mpYDrtI/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355568247339530946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our neighborhood breakfast and were served omelets, texas toast, watermelon and juice and milk.  The kids all made matching 4th of July celebration shirts, stamped with original stamps made from pasta and fabric paint.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLN0nU8ZpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IB2fDfe2IPo/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLN0nU8ZpI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IB2fDfe2IPo/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355569210690659986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing we did was take everyone minus a few men (Bart, Grandpa and Hayden) and went to the DI.  Everyone likes to go on this treasure hunt, grandma usually finds dishes to add to her collection and the young boys found AWSOME toy guns and the little girls added to their ever growing stuffed animal collections. I think Adrienne may have won with the most original and nostalgic item . . . a Saved By The Bell board game for $1.00.   It only took 3 vans and a couple of hours for this adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLO_5nCGnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zxXe9iNz7ms/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLO_5nCGnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zxXe9iNz7ms/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355570504088558194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baseball in the park is always fun, mostly laughing at the moms and helping the kids hit the ball.  Thanks Bart for making sure everyone felt like the star of the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLPfJ2K7DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/moOizZS7Wjo/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLPfJ2K7DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/moOizZS7Wjo/s320/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355571041022962738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it, a little snippet of what's been going on around here.  The only thing that would have made the time perfect was if Jessica, Blake, Lisa, Abby, Lauren and Berg could have come.  Maybe next year???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-241267865118555186?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/241267865118555186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=241267865118555186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/241267865118555186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/241267865118555186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/never-bored-at-my-house.html' title='Never Bored at my house'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SlLM8ikIusI/AAAAAAAAAHE/n-a_mpYDrtI/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-3907473359920962772</id><published>2009-06-15T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:28:22.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be in my 40's but I am still a little girl at heart!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SjcrrbmDv9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rbm_MNbQPPA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SjcrrbmDv9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rbm_MNbQPPA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347791107667509202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SjcrrHyioqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XjHUTJT65AI/s1600-h/017.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/_nskN-KoaAuA/SjcrrHyioqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/XjHUTJT65AI/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347791102351155874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sjcrqhbn4oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1gsmsG95xTE/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sjcrqhbn4oI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1gsmsG95xTE/s320/016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347791092054483586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SjcrqFvWcAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hBVl34HH0rA/s1600-h/015.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/_nskN-KoaAuA/SjcrqFvWcAI/AAAAAAAAAGk/hBVl34HH0rA/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347791084621033474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, or maybe a little older, or maybe in my 40's I have always loved paper dolls.  I still have one of my sets from my childhood.  I was in Idaho taking care of my mom and during her physical therapy I went over to the little fabric store on main street.  While there I saw these, I squealed a little bit and now have them all ready for someone to play with.  I am sure there will be a lot of fun to be had with these cute treasures.  I cut them all apart and fused them to felted wool, I fused the dolls to a heavy duty product you would use to make the bottom of a bag.  I know my girls will make fun of me, but I know my little nieces will love to play with Aunt Shauna!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-3907473359920962772?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3907473359920962772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=3907473359920962772&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3907473359920962772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3907473359920962772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-may-be-in-my-40s-but-i-am-still.html' title='I may be in my 40&apos;s but I am still a little girl at heart!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SjcrrbmDv9I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Rbm_MNbQPPA/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-8255998034463248641</id><published>2009-06-04T11:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:02:05.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that when you are sick, you might need an antibiotic or may even have to go to the hospital. I have a new and improved solution for most everything that might be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SigLZxle6TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Va97vHBCs8A/s1600-h/SDC10211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SigLZxle6TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Va97vHBCs8A/s320/SDC10211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343533495310281010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DIET COKE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adding a little chocolate doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope the next time you are not feeling well you will remember my "prescription" because Dr. MOM knows best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-8255998034463248641?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8255998034463248641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=8255998034463248641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8255998034463248641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8255998034463248641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-that-when-you-are-sick-you-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SigLZxle6TI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Va97vHBCs8A/s72-c/SDC10211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1293901634587160847</id><published>2009-05-28T10:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:09:22.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden Graduated!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sh7C_-l453I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2z54XrXq28A/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sh7C_-l453I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2z54XrXq28A/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920612497450866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the most amazing kids EVER!!!  They will tell you this as well.  Hayden graduated from Intech CHS last night.  He spoke and did an AWSOME job with his speech, of course Jessica will take credit for most of the editing and additions.  I can't believe next school year Adrienne, Hayden, Jessica will all be is college.  Josh will be a sophomore at LHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sh7C_mdTlxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ywcmc-vcj4M/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sh7C_mdTlxI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ywcmc-vcj4M/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920606019000082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he looks thrilled to be standing next to his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sign on the bridge&lt;/span&gt;"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a neighborhood tradition to post most major events on the bridge for everyone to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sh7C_FXlOUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5yQyPz-J5vM/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sh7C_FXlOUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5yQyPz-J5vM/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340920597136619842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hayden in the middle of two of his mentors and friends.  I think it was very nice of them to come and support my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wish me luck and maybe be a little jealous that I will have all of the kids home until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1293901634587160847?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1293901634587160847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1293901634587160847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1293901634587160847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1293901634587160847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/hayden-graduated.html' title='Hayden Graduated!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sh7C_-l453I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2z54XrXq28A/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-7928228536129807715</id><published>2009-05-25T11:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:30:26.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>I have been away helping my parents in Idaho, mom had a complete knee replacement and dad has not been feeling well.  She is doing really well and is talking about having her other knee done as soon as the doctor will let her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While I was away my oldest daughter, Jessica turned 23.  I can't believe I have been blessed to be her mom.  She is beautiful, sassy, talented, bright, well read, travels the world and a little bit bull headed.  She can make all of her dreams come true.  She has come home to Utah for Hayden's graduation and all ready she can't shake the "kid" from following her.  I wish she would sing more and share her talent with others.  She happens to be the shortest in the family, but I think she kind of likes it because her younger sister often gets mistaken for being the oldest.  When they were both in high school, Jessica often was the protector of her little, big sister.  Jessica is the oldest grand-daughter and the first great grandchild on my side of the family.  She has been to Switzerland, Germany, Egypt, Italy, Abu-Daubi, Dubai, Austria, and has traveled much of the United States and she is only 23.  I am so happy to be her mom and hope we can giggle together for the next 23 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-7928228536129807715?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7928228536129807715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=7928228536129807715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7928228536129807715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7928228536129807715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-6024642563777072461</id><published>2009-05-12T09:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:29:42.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Deann!!!  I love you and so glad we are sisters.  Deann is my sister closest in age to me, she is tall blonde and beautiful.  She is the mother of 4 girls, teaches high school and is the primary president in her ward.  She is a great cook, sews and is always looking for ways to serve others.  I am always amazed by her awareness of others and like my mom can remember everyone.  When we get together it is so nice, we love creating together, having tiny spicy and just catching up.  Deann I hope your year is a good one and stress free!!  I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-6024642563777072461?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6024642563777072461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=6024642563777072461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6024642563777072461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6024642563777072461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-sister.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-5404999473849434948</id><published>2009-05-11T14:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:08:25.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Do-Over</title><content type='html'>I hope all of you women in my life had a great mother's day, but for me I need a do-over.  Adrienne made a surprise visit and made curry, but she brought her laundry and needed me to pay for a few things.  I loved her visit.  Jessica made a nice phone call.  Hayden wrote me a beautiful note and Josh, well as he said, "I got nothin' for you, but you know I love you and I don't want to do the dishes.  Bart, bless his heart, was/is quite sick and the dog jumped off the bed injuring his other back leg.  Primary was a bust with missing teachers and no singing leader.  I am not in need of a dramatic production because I have a great family, but maybe next year I could have my toenails painted fire engine red, curl up with a new book, and even have someone else cook for that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So to all of you Happy Mother's Day????&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/8770396090259927270-5404999473849434948?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5404999473849434948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=5404999473849434948&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5404999473849434948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5404999473849434948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-do-over.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Do-Over'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-7492141378009139003</id><published>2009-05-03T19:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:35:22.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashin' Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sf5EYRM5_hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/k_UkI3EDFS8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sf5EYRM5_hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/k_UkI3EDFS8/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331774192578330130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The "cousins" came by unexpectedly on Saturday and I am glad they did.  I think it is great that they got rained out at Lagoon and came to Logan instead.  Sadie the Blondie asleep in my bed immediately told me that my blinds were really dirty and needed to be cleaned.  I'll get right on that right away.  Chloey the redhead, trying not to grin and laying by the Blondie, went right to the art closet , the game closet and toy room to check to see if much had changed since she was here last.  Next visit hopefully we will have time to play a little more.  Andrea had to wear her aunt's shoes to the DI and to check out Hobby Lobby and Deidra was caught wearing her sun glasses indoors.  I thought I was the only one who did that and it usually means mom has a beast of a migraine.  Deann and I could not get it all in, we talked as fast as we could and we HAD to go a get tiny spicy chicken.    I'm glad they stopped by and can't wait for the next visit.  I love my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-7492141378009139003?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7492141378009139003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=7492141378009139003&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7492141378009139003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7492141378009139003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/crashin-cousins.html' title='Crashin&apos; Cousins'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sf5EYRM5_hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/k_UkI3EDFS8/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-2661536111570037669</id><published>2009-04-24T13:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:48:17.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Celebration!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday SISTER!!!  It is Janalee's birthday and she is well into her 30's, OK just barely getting started.  She is the mother of 5 very cute and creative kids.  Her husband (Ryan) is getting used to her sense of humor.  She is a wonderful public speaker, loves politics, gets dirty with her kids.  She sings beautifully, doesn't want people to know she can cook.  She makes great jewelry and hates to sew.  I love her.  People often tell us we look alike and act alike, I consider that a compliment, but feel bad for her.  We are 12 years different in age and I am sure my family would agree, if we were any closer my parents would have struggled because out of the 4 children her and I are the most talkative.    I hope your day is a good one, you deserve the best year yet!!!  &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/8770396090259927270-2661536111570037669?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2661536111570037669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=2661536111570037669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2661536111570037669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2661536111570037669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-celebration.html' title='Birthday Celebration!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4257700931260232762</id><published>2009-04-22T23:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:11:51.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball Park Funny</title><content type='html'>I saw one of the funniest things on the ball diamond tonight at Josh's game. 3 ducks; 2 males and 1 female trying to mate in outfield.  I felt bad for the girl, those guys chased her all over the place or maybe they may have all had a bad case of spring fever.  Sometimes the most fun I have at the ball park is watching what goes on everywhere else but the field.  Sorry Bart and Josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4257700931260232762?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4257700931260232762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4257700931260232762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4257700931260232762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4257700931260232762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/ball-park-funny.html' title='Ball Park Funny'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4799011546544323837</id><published>2009-04-19T22:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:28:52.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sev4KPm-XwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/elF6n__Wg_k/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sev4KPm-XwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/elF6n__Wg_k/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326623839168126722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Makena, don't let that sweet face fool you she is sneaky and witty.  She may have had one of the best one liners last Sunday that I can't get out of my head.  We were talking about how the sacrament bread had beans in it and wasn't cooked, on the way home from church, when she immediately told us all it would have been "bedda with butta" on it.  I think I agree with this cute girl that most things are better with a little butter on it.  Okay so the bread was cooked and didn't have beans, it was just a whole grain home made bread, but what do little 4 year old boys know. (Nick does seem to know more than most or he will talk so much you just agree to hear yourself think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4799011546544323837?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4799011546544323837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4799011546544323837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4799011546544323837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4799011546544323837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-makena-dont-let-that-sweet-face.html' title=''/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sev4KPm-XwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/elF6n__Wg_k/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-8557803961444886316</id><published>2009-04-16T15:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:47:27.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SeekB1yRN2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/gSYd8NFVNa0/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SeekB1yRN2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/gSYd8NFVNa0/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325405435913647970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Seej70XGZsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/A2ZNCWZRq30/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Seej70XGZsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/A2ZNCWZRq30/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325405332452042434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won "Block Jack" at quilt guild yesterday,  the rules are simple:  make a block put your name in the hat and walk away with enough blocks to make a quilt.  Now I have played a couple of times and have not won, but yesterday everything changed.  I WON!!!    A little back story, my friends and family think I always win, I disagree, I have yet to win the publisher's sweepstakes or the HGTV's Dream Home, but I will keep entering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Oklahoma for 8 days taking care of my sister's children.  I had a blast and we did a lot of things along with the regular amount of things that are involved with taking care of 5 children.  We made Easter skirts, Easter eggs, went to the movies and read a lot of books (my favorite). I am so glad that my mom and Hayden were with me.  I love my family even if they may be older than Yoda or smell like an elephant's cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Seemppp9M9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/VJYtLt76peg/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Seemppp9M9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/VJYtLt76peg/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325408318875579346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will miss seeing Nate, Nick, Makena, Emilee, and Alana every day but when they move to Yakima I hope we can see each other more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-8557803961444886316?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8557803961444886316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=8557803961444886316&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8557803961444886316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8557803961444886316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky.html' title='LUCKY'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SeekB1yRN2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/gSYd8NFVNa0/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-2818204772616199199</id><published>2009-04-02T23:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:30:52.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SdWcE5S7LnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6d-nSY3gYyg/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SdWcE5S7LnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6d-nSY3gYyg/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320330142721715826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't she cute!!!  I recently finished this apron, I think it turned out cute.  I am so glad I can sew, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THANKS MOM&lt;/span&gt;.  I also have to admit I even took 4-H and sewed on an old fashioned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treadle&lt;/span&gt; machine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; the truth is I don't get to keep the apron (even though it matches my room &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wonderfully&lt;/span&gt;) because it is a gift for a dear friend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Spring&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/8770396090259927270-2818204772616199199?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2818204772616199199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=2818204772616199199&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2818204772616199199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2818204772616199199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/isnt-she-cute-i-finished-this-apron-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SdWcE5S7LnI/AAAAAAAAAE0/6d-nSY3gYyg/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1372647086548963870</id><published>2009-03-26T22:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:59:42.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Picture Tag . . . Your It !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://inthissmallhouse.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandra&lt;/a&gt; at In This Small House has tagged me, now I feel funny and kind of stupid at this game.  First of all I am REALLY new to this blogging thing and I just got my first digital camera for Christmas.  So here is the picture. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/ScxbR2MvekI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2hLSuxP4tc0/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/ScxbR2MvekI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2hLSuxP4tc0/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317725622182574658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bart/Desktop/Shauna%27s%20cute%20red%20camera%201%20007.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it is Christmas morning and I'm not sure I even took the picture.  Adrienne is on the left and the "baby" of the family is with her on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a daughter who is such good photographer, I need to take lessons.  My daughter &lt;a href="http://guinevere8675309.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; has taken pictures from the back yard to all over the world.  I think it would be fun to see what she would have in her 6th file and what her 6th picture is, so . . . Jessica you are it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1372647086548963870?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1372647086548963870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1372647086548963870&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1372647086548963870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1372647086548963870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/ScxbR2MvekI/AAAAAAAAAEs/2hLSuxP4tc0/s72-c/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-5892329118012021767</id><published>2009-03-26T09:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:39:40.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>26 years and counting</title><content type='html'>The picture below is of the Teton Dam site disaster that happened in 1976, this is where Bart and I went on our first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.visitidaho.org/assets/photos/hires/TetonDamSite1.jpg" src="http://www.visitidaho.org/assets/photos/hires/TetonDamSite1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"1976 Teton Dam Flood Site"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cute husband just reminded me that 26 years ago today we had our first date . . . he claims he met the "girl" of his dreams.  I don't think he knew that then, we met on a blind date and I was the fallback girl.  I didn't want to go on a date with him, but my mom said just go, you might have fun.  I don't think she realized that a little over 9 months later we would be married.  Getting married was not on my to do list, but as organized and planned everything seems to be for me, I went with the flow  and I am glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you married friends and family take a moment and remember your first date,  it will put a smile on your face and warm your heart.  I love you Bart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-5892329118012021767?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5892329118012021767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=5892329118012021767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5892329118012021767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/5892329118012021767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/26-years-and-counting.html' title='26 years and counting'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4116820661087592297</id><published>2009-03-19T19:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:29:00.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bart/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bart/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/Balloons-aj.svg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 432px; height: 536px;" alt="File:Balloons-aj.svg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/ae/Balloons-aj.svg/550px-Balloons-aj.svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bart/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bart/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! &lt;/span&gt; Joshua is 15 today, I don't know how this happened to me, my baby is growing up.  He is such a joy and appropriately spoiled as are all of my children.  He is funny, kind, bright and calls me ma-ma in front of his friends.  In our home for your birthday you get to pick the meal I prepare for dinner and he chose ribs with mashed potatoes and corn, no green vegetables for this picky boy.  I asked what kind of cake he wanted a couple of days ago and he said "duh", well I didn't know what duh meant and he soon informed me it was Better than Sex Cake.  OK, I can do that but I don't think he knows it takes all day for that cake.  My baby is only 15 once so making a special dinner and a yummy cake is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love you Josh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4116820661087592297?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4116820661087592297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4116820661087592297&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4116820661087592297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4116820661087592297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-joshua-is-15-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-218121821895058824</id><published>2009-03-15T22:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:48:12.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason Bart is Embarrassed by ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sb3YpVCtNeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/z1PlHeY-1AI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sb3YpVCtNeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/z1PlHeY-1AI/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313641339901785570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a lucky girl or what, how often do you get to wave to Big Bird or for that matter take his picture.  Bart and I had just finished up at the USU home and garden show and having a little lunch when we were heading home.  On the corner of Main and 1400 North my friend and yours was waving to all of his fans and of course I had to have a picture.  I pulled out my cute red camera and snapped this lucky shot.  Bart was mortified, but I love all things Sesame Street.  I know it is a little bit silly but I can't helping finding joy in the simple things.  Have a happy week and don't forget to hide when you eat your cookies or the Cookie Monster will get you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-218121821895058824?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/218121821895058824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=218121821895058824&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/218121821895058824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/218121821895058824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-reason-bart-is-embarrassed-by.html' title='Another Reason Bart is Embarrassed by ME'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sb3YpVCtNeI/AAAAAAAAAEk/z1PlHeY-1AI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1757264534021040462</id><published>2009-03-12T10:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:11:17.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I grow up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_vW7rGGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U2Y6sezCBaI/s1600-h/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_vW7rGGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U2Y6sezCBaI/s320/104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312347318302480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_vJtG9JI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xsXKR06a3D8/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_vJtG9JI/AAAAAAAAAEU/xsXKR06a3D8/s320/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312347314751730834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_uVyoN1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/BKZ-ORxm5e8/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_uVyoN1I/AAAAAAAAAEM/BKZ-ORxm5e8/s320/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312347300816238418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_uBAfZyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8kFZVC4ybSg/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_uBAfZyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8kFZVC4ybSg/s320/109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312347295237236514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night we had a neighborhood talent night, filled with culinary art, wood working, paintings, drawings, songs, juggling, poetry, a fabulous blues number and so much more.  For me I couldn't stop staring at the above boxes and quilts.  They speak to my soul and I know the women who have created them, they are both great-grandmothers, well respected by the community and I am often awed by them.  The boxes are completely hand made. I have made a few and want to make many more.  The quilts are treasures, the blue and yellow one is made with real 20's and 30's fabrics, not reproductions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will let myself take time to create and feed my soul, because dishes, laundry and vacuuming doesn't seem to be doing it for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bart/Desktop/109.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bart/Desktop/109.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1757264534021040462?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1757264534021040462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1757264534021040462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1757264534021040462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1757264534021040462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I grow up'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sbk_vW7rGGI/AAAAAAAAAEc/U2Y6sezCBaI/s72-c/104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-3755663816367453726</id><published>2009-03-08T23:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:25:45.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The cutest boy of them all</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmU2cA6dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F5H1K-r-81g/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmU2cA6dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F5H1K-r-81g/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052737717266898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a good time at the birthday party!!??, or will somebody please take this stupid hat off of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmUKAlN-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/vZjaYfDQe3A/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmUKAlN-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/vZjaYfDQe3A/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052725791045602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmT09Wp4I/AAAAAAAAADs/ajMIzw-9hoA/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmT09Wp4I/AAAAAAAAADs/ajMIzw-9hoA/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052720140363650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I usually require a pillow if you want to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmS7GYqSI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wot8bl7bMXU/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmS7GYqSI/AAAAAAAAADc/Wot8bl7bMXU/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311052704608987426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been posting a lot about my boys in the family, much to the delight of my girls.  We have one black and white and furry all over boy, who gets oh so much attention.  He is much loved by everyone in the whole neighborhood and all know his name.  Griffy has been in the family for 9 years and is the first one everyone tells they are home, he sleeps in my bed and LOVES bread and Bart always gives in to him.  I will say one thing about this boy is he is always happy to see me even if he hasn't done his chores,but like the other boys in my family he doesn't always smell the best.  Even so . . . we love this dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-3755663816367453726?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3755663816367453726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=3755663816367453726&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3755663816367453726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3755663816367453726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/cutest-boy-of-them-all.html' title='The cutest boy of them all'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SbSmU2cA6dI/AAAAAAAAAD8/F5H1K-r-81g/s72-c/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-7223365921034078390</id><published>2009-03-05T22:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:04:52.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batter's Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;Baseball Little Slugger&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 243px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.wholesalemedals.com/admin/images/gallery/baseball_little_slugger.gif" alt="Baseball Little Slugger" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is spring time in Cache Valley or so my son tells me so.  It is snowing and yet Josh made the LHS baseball team.  He loves ball and has since he could walk.  This means for me to have the van always filled with blankets, the umbrella, sunscreen, coats and gloves, something to keep my hands busy, gator aid or power aid or water or my lifeline of diet coke.  I better make sure we always know where the bat bag is and plenty of "seeds" to munch on.  Not only does it mean ball time around here, but also it is time for parent teacher conferences, I stood in line for 2 hours and saw only 4 teachers,  Josh is getting all A's and he came home yesterday and told me he got the highest score on his math test in his class.  I am proud of him and I can't believe my "baby" is in high school.  Keep up the good work my little dadult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&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/8770396090259927270-7223365921034078390?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7223365921034078390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=7223365921034078390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7223365921034078390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7223365921034078390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/batters-up.html' title='Batter&apos;s Up'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-6338403086660192241</id><published>2009-03-04T11:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:02:46.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAXES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="http://www.selectusahomes.com/images/quarterly-taxes.jpg" src="http://www.selectusahomes.com/images/quarterly-taxes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it only me or does the tension level go up when it comes time to do taxes in your home?  My poor husband gets very anxious about the process,  he does a great job and we usually end up with a small refund or have to pay just a little.  I think we will be done with the process today and I will can clean up the massive piles of paper all over the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 234px; height: 261px;" alt="http://www.lrhsd.org/8230201027104313280/lib/8230201027104313280/NHS.jpg" src="http://www.lrhsd.org/8230201027104313280/lib/8230201027104313280/NHS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night Hayden was inducted into the National Honor Society.  I am proud of him and all that he has accomplished these last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sa7PmkQrS0I/AAAAAAAAACs/DsfFDEOQST4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sa7PmkQrS0I/AAAAAAAAACs/DsfFDEOQST4/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309409272191994690" 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/8770396090259927270-6338403086660192241?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6338403086660192241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=6338403086660192241&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6338403086660192241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/6338403086660192241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/taxes.html' title='TAXES!!!!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/Sa7PmkQrS0I/AAAAAAAAACs/DsfFDEOQST4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-2085406196274205878</id><published>2009-03-01T22:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:34:40.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle's Nest</title><content type='html'>Tonight Hayden was awarded his Eagle, one of the highest honors as a boy scout.  I know I am his mom and all, but I am really proud of him.  He went on this journey starting as a scrawny little 12 year old, often not knowing what to expect to become one of the leaders in his troop making sure that all feel included.  One of the things that made tonight twice as nice was he got his Eagle with one of his close friends, Michael Winward.  It has been a pleasure watching these two together.  They have gone from playing with sticks, to shooting arrows and are each preparing for college and their missions.   I love you my cute son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-2085406196274205878?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2085406196274205878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=2085406196274205878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2085406196274205878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2085406196274205878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/eagles-nest.html' title='Eagle&apos;s Nest'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1245050701991935919</id><published>2009-02-25T12:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:31:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let them eat Cake</title><content type='html'>I don't know when or where that saying came from but sometimes you just need CAKE.  At our house the cake of choice is "Very Best Chocolate Cake".  I grew up having this cake and I think it is the only chocolate cake to make when you need that comfort that only cake can bring.  If my camera picked this up you would notice that the page is spotted, spilled on and torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SaWZurlwJoI/AAAAAAAAACc/mF3iPFZbn9A/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SaWZurlwJoI/AAAAAAAAACc/mF3iPFZbn9A/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306816763180099202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how I can make this cake as a sheet cake or in a 9x13 pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cups flour&lt;br /&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup cocoa&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1 cup veg. oil&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 cup boiling water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup buttermilk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine and place in greased and floured 9x13 pan.  Bake @ 350 for 40 minutes.  For a sheet pan bake for about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SaWbBH-mcXI/AAAAAAAAACk/6KAPs5YAMHY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SaWbBH-mcXI/AAAAAAAAACk/6KAPs5YAMHY/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306818179549786482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy and don't forget sometimes you just need some CAKE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1245050701991935919?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1245050701991935919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1245050701991935919&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1245050701991935919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1245050701991935919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-them-eat-cake.html' title='Let them eat Cake'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SaWZurlwJoI/AAAAAAAAACc/mF3iPFZbn9A/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-7314534652745718948</id><published>2009-02-22T15:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T15:47:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Fit Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="prodimg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.cnet.com.au/story_media/339288847/Wii-Fit_8.jpg" alt="http://www.cnet.com.au/story_media/339288847/Wii-Fit_8.jpg" width="440" height="330" /&gt;Our family has jumped onto the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit band wagon and so far everyone is getting younger and working up a little sweat.  My first attempt at the game, was with yoga and my boys were amazed that I could do the poses in my jeans and stay centered and balanced.  Next was the hula hoop game and I caught 5 hoops and made 196 revolutions in the time allowed, but when it came time for the soccer game I really struggled.  The purpose of the game is to head the soccer balls and dodge the cleats and panda heads (don't know why there are flying panda heads),  I was always taught to avoid the ball flying for your head so consequently I failed miserably.  After that I tried the ski jump, let's just say I ended up as a giant snow ball more than once.  Over all I think some good times will be happening at our house laughing at the MOM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-7314534652745718948?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7314534652745718948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=7314534652745718948&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7314534652745718948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7314534652745718948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/wii-fit-fun.html' title='Wii Fit Fun'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1889002849756572090</id><published>2009-02-13T10:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:34:37.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guys Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Bart!!! Today Bart is over 40 but under 50 years old.  He is the father of our 4 children and he loves to be with the family.  He doesn't like anyone to make a fuss about him, he always feels like he could do more for others.  He often underestimates his worth. I love this crazy guy and I am glad I said yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZWu7Ieth9I/AAAAAAAAACE/WBCHjbMWy4A/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZWu7Ieth9I/AAAAAAAAACE/WBCHjbMWy4A/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302336467210438610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1889002849756572090?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1889002849756572090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1889002849756572090&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1889002849756572090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1889002849756572090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-guys-birthday.html' title='My Guys Birthday'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZWu7Ieth9I/AAAAAAAAACE/WBCHjbMWy4A/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-8742477096869234112</id><published>2009-02-12T19:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:01:34.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 cent transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZTguZu-YlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9MtvxiQoetA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZTguZu-YlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9MtvxiQoetA/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302109749108433490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZTguRHpqpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oOLydJE7Sl8/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZTguRHpqpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/oOLydJE7Sl8/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302109746796014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a $ store in town that has .88 cent Tuesday sometimes and I like to poke around for a bargain.  I found this set of tile magnet for .50 cents and transformed these into these cute black and white magnets.  I trimmed them a little bit better since I took the picture, but I think they will be a cute addition to a gift.  It was a quick and easy distraction from a gray winter day.  I know there are so many things to be done but sometimes a girl just needs to play with pretty paper, scissors and some glue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-8742477096869234112?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8742477096869234112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=8742477096869234112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8742477096869234112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8742477096869234112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/50-cent-transformation.html' title='50 cent transformation'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SZTguZu-YlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9MtvxiQoetA/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-7326461624886749845</id><published>2009-02-06T11:26:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:37:28.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYyBoOWnZ_I/AAAAAAAAABc/DaZxHU9uM54/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYyBoOWnZ_I/AAAAAAAAABc/DaZxHU9uM54/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299753389555935218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meet my children,  they will all tell you that I am only "cool" because of them.  Hayden has the blue graphic T-shirt on, next to him is the "small one", Joshua, below him is Jessica and next to her is Adrienne.  They all joined my family within 7 years, I thought I would go crazy and most days I think I did.  I like my children, they are bright, witty, sarcastic, loving and they like each other.  We have a lot of fun together, I like talking to them and just hanging out.  I like to play games with them, but I do like to win and they know it.  &lt;/span&gt;When the girls come home from college, no one sleeps and I will never know what happens after I go to bed, but I do know they have fun and do some really silly things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love my crazy kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-7326461624886749845?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7326461624886749845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=7326461624886749845&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7326461624886749845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/7326461624886749845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-kids.html' title='Crazy Kids'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYyBoOWnZ_I/AAAAAAAAABc/DaZxHU9uM54/s72-c/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1405823281407523727</id><published>2009-02-05T13:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:29:52.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt finds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYtK2jFhpEI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bw2dM8NKcrg/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYtK2jFhpEI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bw2dM8NKcrg/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299411687523329090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the price of a combo meal at most fast food places, I found a shirt for me for $3.00, a belt for Bart for .50 cents, baseball pants for Josh for $1.50, a frame for valentines day for $1.50 and a gift for my sister's small children for .75 cents.  Happy Day!!!  By the way the shirt is a Gloria Vanderbilt.  I went to job service today and even though I don't have a job right now my family is so blessed.  We have our home, we have food in the cupboard and clothes that are clean and I can always find little treasures to make me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1405823281407523727?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1405823281407523727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1405823281407523727&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1405823281407523727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1405823281407523727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/treasure-hunt-finds.html' title='Treasure Hunt finds'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYtK2jFhpEI/AAAAAAAAABM/Bw2dM8NKcrg/s72-c/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-2349885640171479408</id><published>2009-02-03T10:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:44:16.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYiCIdbDcTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NndjUa5x1Ho/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYiCIdbDcTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NndjUa5x1Ho/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298628043450052914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wreath is all done and hung! My mom will be so proud.  Thanks Sandra for the cute inspiration.   Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-2349885640171479408?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2349885640171479408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=2349885640171479408&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2349885640171479408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2349885640171479408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-done.html' title='All Done'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYiCIdbDcTI/AAAAAAAAABE/NndjUa5x1Ho/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-2884399063756563002</id><published>2009-01-31T20:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T20:26:52.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just hate that!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYUVSL_M9iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CPqPDyzGYiI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYUVSL_M9iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CPqPDyzGYiI/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297663938870965794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend made this darling wreath for Valentine's Day, and me being the queen of copy wanted to make one.  Headed to the Hobby Lobby and got my wreath for 1/2 price, cute plaid ribbon and tulle that was on sale.  It is Saturday night and I am coming to the end of this darling project and I run out of tulle.  Now I am going to wait until Monday and hope that they have tulle that is the same color.  Oh well, I have primary work to get done and a job to find and a sick son and sick husband and the flu has not left me untouched.  I hope Monday or Tuesday I can show my cute copy of what I am calling the Ballerina Valentine Wreath all tied up with ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-2884399063756563002?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2884399063756563002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=2884399063756563002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2884399063756563002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/2884399063756563002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-you-just-hate-that.html' title='Don&apos;t you just hate that!?!'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SYUVSL_M9iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CPqPDyzGYiI/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-8367189758881977866</id><published>2009-01-26T11:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T11:42:03.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SX3_c5oKJJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GDNRREs1ev0/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SX3_c5oKJJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GDNRREs1ev0/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295669608828249234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SX3_c23zfUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/aV2ibeVsYso/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SX3_c23zfUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/aV2ibeVsYso/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295669608088567106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SX3-KUGTVcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nphw3EPKydQ/s1600-h/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SX3-KUGTVcI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Nphw3EPKydQ/s320/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295668190004860354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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;I have been blessed with many beautiful women in my life.  Let me introduce you to some of them. First there's Grandma Walker, she is 84 now and still is a VERY CLASSY LADY!!! Her house is darling, she still has a closet full of clothes we all fight over when she get bored with and I have always known she loves me.  Next meet my Aunt Linda, everyone needs an aunt like her.  I once wrote a paper in college about how I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fantasized&lt;/span&gt; about running away to her house.  She is kind, giving and VERY LOVING.  She has a killer sense of humor and has taught me laughter can help with lots of things.  I have another aunt that I don't have a photo of her name is Aunt Marilyn.  I love her and have been blessed to always know, if mom wasn't home she would always take care of me and my siblings, she is beautiful and has always been an example of many things to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next meet my MOM, I have always wanted to be like her when I grow up.  She is kind, loving and oh so patient.  She made our home one filled with love and laughter.  She has taught me to love and appreciate all things beautiful.  She can sew anything and everyone thinks she can fix any sewing project.  Our home has always been a place we choose to go to even when we are adults.  The fridge usually has a diet coke and if it doesn't town is not that far.  I could go on and on, but as my siblings and children will tell you I get emotional easily and when I think about these women  I could weep with gratitude for all the things they have done for me.&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/8770396090259927270-8367189758881977866?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8367189758881977866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=8367189758881977866&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8367189758881977866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/8367189758881977866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-women.html' title='Beautiful Women'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nskN-KoaAuA/SX3_c5oKJJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/GDNRREs1ev0/s72-c/Shauna%27s+cute+red+camera+1+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-4917332397217753241</id><published>2009-01-21T00:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T01:05:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Catching UP</title><content type='html'>I don't think I can recap everything that has happened in the last little while, but a few of the highlights are I celebrated my 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary with my cute husband.  We weren't  able to go anywhere fancy, but we were able to spend time together which was very nice.  On our way to dinner we made a list of 25 things we liked about each other and one of my favorites was that we still laugh together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are making progress, but I am not looking forward to the  new phase in my life with them.  I now understand the phrase "sandwich generation" a little better.  I can now see that it is a blessing that I don't have a job, I am able to run to Idaho at a moments notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking on the job front no leads as of yet, I keep hoping that the perfect job will fall into my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I quickly learn how to take the pictures out of my cute red camera and put them on my blog.  I think I can hear my camera talking to me like on the commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a good nights sleep, but doesn't look to promising yet. It is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1:00&lt;/span&gt; in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-4917332397217753241?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4917332397217753241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=4917332397217753241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4917332397217753241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/4917332397217753241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-catching-up.html' title='A little Catching UP'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-9009718031874280209</id><published>2009-01-02T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:19:15.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayden is 18 today</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Hayden!!! I can't believe my son is 18 today.  You are such a good boy and I am so blessed to be your mother.  Have a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-9009718031874280209?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9009718031874280209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=9009718031874280209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/9009718031874280209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/9009718031874280209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hayden-is-18-today.html' title='Hayden is 18 today'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-1819074293270050409</id><published>2009-01-02T00:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:12:15.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Holiday Travel</title><content type='html'>Getting used to this new adventure of mine and I find so far the only time I have to enter is when I am delirious.  Christmas was sweet, all the children were home, we had good food, played games, giggled a lot and had a good holiday.  Bart and the boys went to Walla Walla the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in really bad weather, but it was all worth it.  Ken turned 80 on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and they were able to surprise him.  I love that they had a great time just hanging out with just the boys even though the van smelled quite stale upon their return.  Adrienne and I headed to Idaho, to help my mom with recovery from foot surgery on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cierra's&lt;/span&gt; wedding on the 31st and came back to Logan on the 1st.  We had a make shift party at by brother Blake's home for New Year's Eve and had a great time.  Tomorrow Hayden turns 18 and Jessica's friend from Arizona arrives.  I hope I can keep up with all of this, but I do enjoy the late night giggle fits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-1819074293270050409?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1819074293270050409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=1819074293270050409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1819074293270050409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/1819074293270050409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-holiday-travel.html' title='Quick Holiday Travel'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8770396090259927270.post-3320917778127515484</id><published>2008-12-28T19:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:23:21.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>After being harrassed by my sister and daughter I have relented and become part of the blogging world.   I am not sure what this will become, probably a lot like me . . .  a work in progress.  Posting pictures of my family will be easy, posting pictures of myself will be hard.  I received a shiny new red digital camera for Christmas and will be fun to put it to good use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8770396090259927270-3320917778127515484?l=griffithsgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3320917778127515484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8770396090259927270&amp;postID=3320917778127515484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3320917778127515484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8770396090259927270/posts/default/3320917778127515484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://griffithsgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Shauna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03855072766505637629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
