<?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-7668193042479803455</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:36:25.188-05:00</updated><category term='Me'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Aprons'/><category term='Day Trips'/><category term='girly cakes'/><category term='Wedding Pictures'/><category term='Ground Hogs Day'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='Cake'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Editorial comments'/><title type='text'>Happiness Is Handmade</title><subtitle type='html'>Sew Creative, So Crafty, and Soo Loving It!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-7141109694625581458</id><published>2010-04-14T14:07:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:03:06.998-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ground Hogs Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><title type='text'>Ground Hogs Day Cookies</title><content type='html'>I saw these on &lt;a href="http://www.tipjunkie.com"&gt;Tip Junkie&lt;/a&gt; and just HAD to make them myself!  My brother, Vaughn, was born on Ground Hogs Day - so I always feel it should be Celebrated much more than what most people do!  &lt;br /&gt;I did change them a little bit from the instructions on &lt;a href="http://www.tipjunkie.com"&gt;Tip Junkie &lt;/a&gt;- because I nearly always change things from whatever the original is.  I guess I'm just always trying to make things a little better - from MY point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/S8YTup2OHcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6vztgCoAL8k/s1600/20100203_Ground+Hog+Cookies+Feb+2010_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/S8YTup2OHcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6vztgCoAL8k/s400/20100203_Ground+Hog+Cookies+Feb+2010_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460073290461486530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make these cookies you will need:&lt;br /&gt;Cookie dough: sugar cookies, chocolate chip, or peanut butter - choose ONE - which ever you like best - all would work.&lt;br /&gt;"Grasshoppers" or a similar store bought cookie that is covered in Chocolate (Girl Scout thin Mints would work well too).&lt;br /&gt;Small marshmellows, chocolate chips, Hershey's chocolate Kisses, peanut M&amp;Ms (or gum drops), dark chocolate icing and green icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how I made them:  &lt;br /&gt;     I was short on time, so I bought cookie dough.  For the base - they suggested sugar cookie dough , but I like chocolate chip cookies much more, plus, since it represents "the ground" I figured the color was better and the chips could be rocks or whatever in the dirt.  The instructions said to form the ball of cookie dough around a Hershey's kiss (unwrapped - OF COURSE!!), so I used a little more dough than you normally would have and did that. As the cookies bake, this leaves a lump or "hill" in the center of the cookie, which is the groundhogs den or hole.  Bake the cookies according to the normal directions, being sure to leave plenty of room for them to spread out as they bake (2 to 3 inches). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     HOWEVER,  BEFORE you put the cookies in the oven, do this next step, because you need to have these ready when the cookies come out of the oven.  I would have said to do this first, but you wouldn't know how many to do until you see how many cookies you can make with the amount of cookie dough you have. So count the number of "base" cookies you have made.  Take that same number of "grasshopper Cookies" (or whatever you have choosen) and cut a small semi circle out of one side of them with a paring knife.  I wish I had a picture for you - it looks like a small bite has been taken out of the cookie - which would be a faster way to do it than using a knife - but not nearly so sanitary!!!  I guess if you were ONLY making them for yourself - you could do it that way!!!! (teehee)  Anyway, when you have prepared the Grasshoppers, then go ahead and bake the "base" cookies.  And Yes, you can eat the "bites" - because we won't be using them for anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     When the cookies come out of the oven, let them cool a few minutes, but not completely.  Then push the Grasshoppers into the cooling cookies - bite-side down - at the back of the "hill" in the cookie.  The Grasshopper cookie should "stand up".  If it falls over when you let go of it - the cookies may still be too warm.  Simply hold the Grasshopper cookie in place for a few minutes as the cookie cools a little more and it should stay. If that still doesn't work, you can put some icing behind the cookie to help hold it up - but I did not have to do this for any of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now it's time to turn the Grasshopper cookies into Ground hogs. I added the noses first because if you add the eyes first - you might not have quite enough room for the noses.  I used dark brown Peanut M&amp;M's for the noses, becasue I thought they looked more like noses than the gum drops on the original cookies.  You could also use regular M&amp;M's or any other candy you might choose. Attach or "glue" them in place using the dark brown icing. Then add the marshmellows for the eyes - also attaching with the brown icing.  Then add the ears - AGAIN - attaching them with the chocolate icing.  The flat part of the chocolate chips, face forward, to become the ears. The final step for the Ground Hogs is the centers of the eyes - using the brown icing and a #4 tip, give the eyes pupils.  Have fun with this, you can give them expressions and personalities by how you place the pupils.  They can be looking to the right, or left, up or down, even crosseyed!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final step is adding the "grass" - I used what I call the "grass or fur tip" - it's #233.  You can add a little or a lot, depending on what you want.  If I had had more time, I might have added a little flower or two for fun as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked about the color of ground hogs - I always picture then a much lighter color and after I made these I wondered about using a Ginger Snap cookie as the Ground hog and Carmel Chips or even Cinnamon Chips for the ears.  My ex-Mother-in-law makes fabulous homemade Ginger Snaps, They're a TON better than store bought - which I'm not at all fond of- and I bet she would be glad to share the recipe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/S8YTvCK5zAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RUgyxfPYt4M/s1600/20100203_Ground+Hog+Cookies+Feb+2010_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/S8YTvCK5zAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/RUgyxfPYt4M/s400/20100203_Ground+Hog+Cookies+Feb+2010_004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460073296990686210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to Thank &lt;a href="http://www.gourmetmomonthego.com/2009/01/groundhogs-day-cookies.html"&gt;Gormet Mom on the Go&lt;/a&gt; for sharing this idea.  Check out her blog, she has a great tutorial for these - with pictures of the steps - and lots of other cute ideas as well!  &lt;br /&gt;Try making these - they're really fun and your kids would have a wonderful time making them too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-7141109694625581458?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/7141109694625581458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=7141109694625581458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7141109694625581458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7141109694625581458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2010/04/ground-hogs-day-cookies.html' title='Ground Hogs Day Cookies'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/S8YTup2OHcI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6vztgCoAL8k/s72-c/20100203_Ground+Hog+Cookies+Feb+2010_001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-3096724140014102864</id><published>2009-12-29T11:06:00.026-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:26:32.867-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Trips'/><title type='text'>Winter Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Christmas, Mike got me WARM clothes for playing outside in the snow! We had planned to go to Idaho, to visit my parents, for Christmas, but those plans were cancelled at the last minute due to our bank account being "compromised" and emptied by someone. The bank was very good about it and we did get all of our money back - but it took some time. Anyway, so we stayed at home for Christmas, but went up to play in the snow the day after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/Szo4w7nTUeI/AAAAAAAAASI/MyPndTsDxRQ/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420707514781225442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/Szo4w7nTUeI/AAAAAAAAASI/MyPndTsDxRQ/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, just before we headed up to the mountains, I'm wearing my new ski jacket, ski pants, boots and gloves. Barry and Bonnie gave me a hat, scarf and gloves set and I'm wearing the scarf from them too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/Szo_ZX86r3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/9vlpQnhUdRg/s1600-h/IMG_1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420714806652612466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/Szo_ZX86r3I/AAAAAAAAASQ/9vlpQnhUdRg/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new ski gloves are "Kore" Brand, but it's in cursive and looks like "Kare" so I am going to add an "n" and then they will say "Karen". (tee hee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpmBga5NGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/h1pBwkQ3E0Q/s1600-h/20091229_glove+Karen_001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpmBga5NGI/AAAAAAAAAUA/h1pBwkQ3E0Q/s400/20091229_glove+Karen_001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420757277562451042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed my gloves today !!!!  12/29/2009 - Seemed like a good thing to do !!!  Now my name is on them if I should loose or misplace them!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpAYrJN_bI/AAAAAAAAASY/T1B-3Lc5UIY/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420715894136241586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpAYrJN_bI/AAAAAAAAASY/T1B-3Lc5UIY/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here I am - surrounded by snow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We drove up to Shafer Lake, just 45 minutes to an hour away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was lots of white stuff to play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpBYJTIvoI/AAAAAAAAASg/BrxEwNDxahI/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420716984562663042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpBYJTIvoI/AAAAAAAAASg/BrxEwNDxahI/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of other people up there who had the same idea as we did! It's nice to be able to drive up to the snow in a short period of time - but not have to deal with it - or the cold - or the road conditions on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpCS3EarEI/AAAAAAAAASo/iK-y4AmjdNI/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420717993281367106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpCS3EarEI/AAAAAAAAASo/iK-y4AmjdNI/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike loves the cold. There I was in long johns, a thermal shirt AND a sweater, ski pants, ski jacket, gloves, headband, scarf, and hood; while Mike had on a long sleeved t-shirt (I had to talk him into long sleeves), jeans and a jacket. Oh, and he did wear gloves while we were playing in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpDtSyoxDI/AAAAAAAAASw/kes9yQsfFyo/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420719546911212594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpDtSyoxDI/AAAAAAAAASw/kes9yQsfFyo/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike hid behind a hill to throw snowballs at me. The snow was so dry it was not packing together, so the snowballs wouldn't stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpERJmBSzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/RqyMaiA9UHY/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420720162917665586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpERJmBSzI/AAAAAAAAAS4/RqyMaiA9UHY/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike made several pretty good ones but he never hit me because I was too far away &amp; they had fallen apart before they reached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpE2lgQceI/AAAAAAAAATA/lQQnEPDcoe0/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420720806064845282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpE2lgQceI/AAAAAAAAATA/lQQnEPDcoe0/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP !!! He's after me !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpFYi7AXtI/AAAAAAAAATI/zQXMPU2M5i0/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420721389487283922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpFYi7AXtI/AAAAAAAAATI/zQXMPU2M5i0/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's MY TURN !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpFp9ruM6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/dBgDP_mNUrk/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420721688728712098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpFp9ruM6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/dBgDP_mNUrk/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my life I have never had such a hard time trying to make a snowball. The snow was just so dry that it wouldn't stay together at all. I tried and tried, but never dit get a decent snowball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpGJNrahyI/AAAAAAAAATY/yBof_H5JnqA/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420722225598334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpGJNrahyI/AAAAAAAAATY/yBof_H5JnqA/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_032.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure had a lot of fun trying though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpGduOJ_mI/AAAAAAAAATg/55UL9jrCEbw/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420722577931370082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpGduOJ_mI/AAAAAAAAATg/55UL9jrCEbw/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_035.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After any fight, it's always important to "Kiss and Make-up" - even if it's just a snowball fight! So here we are smoochin' in the snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpHHGyl0ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/J23AouUBRV4/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420723288901276050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpHHGyl0ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/J23AouUBRV4/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a fun day and we had so much fun together playing in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpHpjXmhII/AAAAAAAAATw/8tCpeUtShdk/s1600-h/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420723880688256130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpHpjXmhII/AAAAAAAAATw/8tCpeUtShdk/s400/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so beautiful up there, you could have taken a picture everyfew seconds. It was just one picturesque scene afer another as you rounded corner after corner! The snow on the trees, and the views were just gorgeous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpIxzi_zTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1dRMTP4z2ck/s1600-h/IMG_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420725121981599026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SzpIxzi_zTI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1dRMTP4z2ck/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading home, the sun was just starting to set.&lt;br /&gt;Here is Shafer Lake. Isn't it pretty all rimmed with snow ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-3096724140014102864?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/3096724140014102864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=3096724140014102864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3096724140014102864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3096724140014102864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2009/12/winter-play.html' title='Winter Play'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/Szo4w7nTUeI/AAAAAAAAASI/MyPndTsDxRQ/s72-c/20091226_Dec.+26,+2009_004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-7497420087737602381</id><published>2009-11-17T15:12:00.025-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:05:48.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Pictures'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMtQfpgH2I/AAAAAAAAASA/ETjKGXshvDw/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405213739171454818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMtQfpgH2I/AAAAAAAAASA/ETjKGXshvDw/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got to the Church to set up for the wedding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my son, James, was there with his family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiago and Tiffany looked so adorable and were so excited &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be there. They ended up being the only grandkids there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so it was extra special to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMrw-KtULI/AAAAAAAAARo/nlplnNY73yU/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405212098096353458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMrw-KtULI/AAAAAAAAARo/nlplnNY73yU/s400/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone pitched in to help get things set up and decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMrlaABA6I/AAAAAAAAARg/eDg53gZXPqg/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405211899409269666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMrlaABA6I/AAAAAAAAARg/eDg53gZXPqg/s400/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin ,Ellen and my sister-in-law, Renee really worked&lt;br /&gt;hard to get everything looking just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMra2DAn2I/AAAAAAAAARY/xFcTF0rqyKQ/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405211717959458658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMra2DAn2I/AAAAAAAAARY/xFcTF0rqyKQ/s400/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hadn't had time to do my hair yet and we only had about an hour until the time for the wedding - so I asked Renee, at the last minute, if she would finish decorating the cake for me by putting the roses and babiesbreath on it. She is a fabulous artist and Interior Decorator and so even though she doesn't do cakes, I knew she would do a fabulous job. And, of course, she did!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Thank You, one and ALL !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everything look nice!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405212939794676578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMsh9vOe2I/AAAAAAAAAR4/gBH7Y6oN4FM/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405212547571875986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMsLImBgJI/AAAAAAAAARw/ajzHhxytO58/s400/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Everyone got their flowers and things were ready&lt;br /&gt;- but my hair wasn't finished yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMrHUvQFoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/en4PXOSZk0c/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405211382600701570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMrHUvQFoI/AAAAAAAAARQ/en4PXOSZk0c/s400/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike was ready! Here he is with my Mom and Dad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bert and Carma Garner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMqy3Ru-yI/AAAAAAAAARI/Yv4YruUgHM8/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405211031094885154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMqy3Ru-yI/AAAAAAAAARI/Yv4YruUgHM8/s400/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, I'm in the bathroom getting my hair done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew exactly how I wanted it to look, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I couldn't do it by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Ellen, had never done such a thing before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but with a few tips from my cousin, Ellen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she did a Fabulous job!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMqXBdoXGI/AAAAAAAAARA/CcjhJjPQhpM/s1600/sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405210552792800354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMqXBdoXGI/AAAAAAAAARA/CcjhJjPQhpM/s400/sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really appreciate everything she did for me and for my wedding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMqFImkFcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZH2v1F2IRZs/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405210245471671746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMqFImkFcI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZH2v1F2IRZs/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hair has never looked so elegant before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so finally, everything and everyone was ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMp1GYewaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/o5r8Kxl-_ao/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405209969997824418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMp1GYewaI/AAAAAAAAAQw/o5r8Kxl-_ao/s400/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ceremony was sweet and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Dad and Mike's brother, Dan, were the witnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMpmYODB-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HKi809NuJ_Q/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405209717087864802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMpmYODB-I/AAAAAAAAAQo/HKi809NuJ_Q/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kiss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Official Now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMo-rFixkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rpUyyv6eHrc/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405209034957702722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMo-rFixkI/AAAAAAAAAQY/rpUyyv6eHrc/s400/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are - the new Mr. and Mrs. Micheal Walker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bishop Crouch, who married us, is off to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMol_cV6GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0CVQ7643D_g/s1600/IMG_0193++best+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405208610925308002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMol_cV6GI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0CVQ7643D_g/s400/IMG_0193++best+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were (and ARE) Very Happy !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little party afterwards to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMoQzSMI3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/JtxPawq-TCI/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405208246884246386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMoQzSMI3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/JtxPawq-TCI/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cutting the cake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was homemade carrot cake, very yummy, and yes, I made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMnwxlq8uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LNCuHfyvuFI/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405207696673272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMnwxlq8uI/AAAAAAAAAQA/LNCuHfyvuFI/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look good!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMncxV8J0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0THQUPiTCUU/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405207353009907522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMncxV8J0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0THQUPiTCUU/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was soooooo brave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(We were both very nice to each other!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMml1CeNAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zjOTcTUfs6s/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405206409109189634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMml1CeNAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/zjOTcTUfs6s/s400/IMG_0714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Layne and Renee sang "The Circle of our Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They both have such gorgeous voices!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMmVNKsh4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/MQxGt7XyNh8/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405206123528357762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMmVNKsh4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/MQxGt7XyNh8/s400/IMG_0742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin, Ellen, me and my sister, Ellen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in an Ellen Sandwich!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of them have been such a huge help and support to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so lucky to have them in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405205131019658706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMlbbyLpdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XWNncA_A1MQ/s400/IMG_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mike with his brother, Dan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan was the only one from Mike's family who was able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to attend the wedding, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;due to some last minute emergencies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we really appreciated them being there for Mike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMks_AA_uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Hu-hkMVYvAo/s1600/IMG_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405204333019070178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMks_AA_uI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Hu-hkMVYvAo/s400/IMG_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are with Dan and his wife Debi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMjxnXBeHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FAVK-qP8e5c/s1600/IMG_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405203313060837490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMjxnXBeHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FAVK-qP8e5c/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derrick, Ellen, Karen and Micheal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMjOCV_XaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7jVnsPN5B80/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202701828971938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMjOCV_XaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/7jVnsPN5B80/s400/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was visiting . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMjA5MUkGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UZ1YgkvuCr8/s1600/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405202476034199650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMjA5MUkGI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UZ1YgkvuCr8/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eating . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMieB_T5aI/AAAAAAAAAOw/l4_6uxCcN6o/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405201877100127650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMieB_T5aI/AAAAAAAAAOw/l4_6uxCcN6o/s400/IMG_0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dancing . . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe a good time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMc6yPSA4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ckQOOSV_raA/s1600/IMG_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405195774018585474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMc6yPSA4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/ckQOOSV_raA/s400/IMG_0210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my cousin, Louise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She came all the way from Phoenix to be there.&lt;br /&gt;We were so happy to have her share this special day with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She knew us both when we were teenagers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMcR6123FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZrtEP8W7aUA/s1600/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405195071953230930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMcR6123FI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZrtEP8W7aUA/s400/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It did get a little wild for a few minutes there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of very good dancers in attendance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMcFm0UUAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xkGMIlyLxjQ/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405194860419633154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMcFm0UUAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/xkGMIlyLxjQ/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellen and Derrick in a lovely dip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMbH6WdLoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qy8mlwvxIMo/s1600/IMG_0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405193800511204994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMbH6WdLoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/qy8mlwvxIMo/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layne and Renee always look so happy together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMa0lXsnPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xSZx7Zb4iOI/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405193468461751538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMa0lXsnPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xSZx7Zb4iOI/s400/IMG_0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here they are dancing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMaQQsY_iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yuiZn2jIyYo/s1600/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405192844436110882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMaQQsY_iI/AAAAAAAAAOA/yuiZn2jIyYo/s400/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;James, Cecilia, Tiago and Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;James was my only child who was able to attend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It meant so much to have them there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James also did the music for the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you James!!! And Cissa too !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMZ6fyb_PI/AAAAAAAAAN4/02ayhcsAw1Q/s1600/IMG_0735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405192470530882802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMZ6fyb_PI/AAAAAAAAAN4/02ayhcsAw1Q/s400/IMG_0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ellen and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMYgjXIVfI/AAAAAAAAANw/-zSeV567SNM/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405190925301863922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMYgjXIVfI/AAAAAAAAANw/-zSeV567SNM/s400/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellen, Jerry, Allison (baby), Blair, and Amber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all did soooooo much for me that week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks guys!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMXlvJy-pI/AAAAAAAAANg/sAa36TiIZLU/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405189914854881938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMXlvJy-pI/AAAAAAAAANg/sAa36TiIZLU/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad, Mom, Karen and Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents came down from Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so wonderful to have them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMW4nvel7I/AAAAAAAAANY/7mM_oR5qzvw/s1600/IMG_0309++cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405189139771332530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMW4nvel7I/AAAAAAAAANY/7mM_oR5qzvw/s400/IMG_0309++cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen's Immediate Family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(those who were able to attend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMWkWeuQ5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/UghW0D9ET5g/s1600/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405188791540269970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMWkWeuQ5I/AAAAAAAAANQ/UghW0D9ET5g/s400/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole Gang!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who helped make this such a special day for us. For the many friends and family who wanted to be there, but couldn't, we thank you too. Your love and support means the world to us! We love you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7668193042479803455-7497420087737602381?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/7497420087737602381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=7497420087737602381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7497420087737602381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7497420087737602381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-wedding-pictures.html' title='The Wedding Pictures'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SwMtQfpgH2I/AAAAAAAAASA/ETjKGXshvDw/s72-c/IMG_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-1641111800586961826</id><published>2009-11-06T08:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:38:37.560-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprons'/><title type='text'>Passionately Pink Apron</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401000823343849778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ1ohMAoTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bqRVnmoxJJM/s200/Pink+Ribbons+Apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401000805942542098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ1ngXNvxI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XFbP4OMuYPk/s200/20091030_Aprons_001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ1oLazVEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fyNV0snOp3k/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401000817500312642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ1oLazVEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/fyNV0snOp3k/s200/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close up of Apron front and pocket details. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the apron I made for the Passionately Pink Apron Swap &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to benefit Breast Cancer Awareness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was really pleased by how it turned out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did the detail work at the top and on the pockets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with ribbons and rick rack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't you love the huge flower buttons?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I added smaller buttons in the center to make them match perfectly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-1641111800586961826?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/1641111800586961826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=1641111800586961826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1641111800586961826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1641111800586961826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2009/11/passionately-pink-apron.html' title='Passionately Pink Apron'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ1ohMAoTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bqRVnmoxJJM/s72-c/Pink+Ribbons+Apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-1712701525060817817</id><published>2009-11-06T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:40:43.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprons'/><title type='text'>Pre-Printed Apron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ09ADzaZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aGEeU4VWchQ/s1600-h/Pre-printed+Apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401000075716684178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ09ADzaZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aGEeU4VWchQ/s320/Pre-printed+Apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the pre-printed Apron I bought months ago at Hobby Lobby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I LOVE that store!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it turned out pretty cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I left the straps at the waist as wide as possible, instead of doubling them over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like them much better that way and would have liked them twice as wide!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-1712701525060817817?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/1712701525060817817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=1712701525060817817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1712701525060817817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1712701525060817817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-printed-apron.html' title='Pre-Printed Apron'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQ09ADzaZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aGEeU4VWchQ/s72-c/Pre-printed+Apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-3344241137632094654</id><published>2009-11-06T08:21:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:46:04.942-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprons'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Apron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxiKWLeII/AAAAAAAAALw/d9dcRBxmA6E/s1600-h/Stawberry+Apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400996316086761602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxiKWLeII/AAAAAAAAALw/d9dcRBxmA6E/s200/Stawberry+Apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxiKWLeII/AAAAAAAAALw/d9dcRBxmA6E/s1600-h/Stawberry+Apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxiS1Ju0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/nHM9mDNWUDA/s1600-h/20091026_Haili%27s+Apron_004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400996318364154690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxiS1Ju0I/AAAAAAAAAL4/nHM9mDNWUDA/s200/20091026_Haili%27s+Apron_004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxi1iXARI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nnCFEakgxJY/s1600-h/20091026_Haili%27s+Apron_005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxi1iXARI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nnCFEakgxJY/s1600-h/20091026_Haili%27s+Apron_005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400996327680573714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxi1iXARI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nnCFEakgxJY/s200/20091026_Haili%27s+Apron_005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxiKWLeII/AAAAAAAAALw/d9dcRBxmA6E/s1600-h/Stawberry+Apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxi1iXARI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nnCFEakgxJY/s1600-h/20091026_Haili%27s+Apron_005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxi1iXARI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nnCFEakgxJY/s1600-h/20091026_Haili%27s+Apron_005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is the Strawberry Apron I made for Mike's neice, Haili,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;for her Betty Crocker Costume. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought it turned out really cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-3344241137632094654?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/3344241137632094654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=3344241137632094654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3344241137632094654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3344241137632094654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2009/11/strawberry-apron.html' title='Strawberry Apron'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvQxiKWLeII/AAAAAAAAALw/d9dcRBxmA6E/s72-c/Stawberry+Apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-7762480491510547356</id><published>2009-11-06T08:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:53:29.321-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aprons'/><title type='text'>Making Aprons</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been making aprons. I was checking out my daughter's blogs one day and happened upon a blog about Flirty Aprons - I can't think of it's exact name right now - but they were having an apron swap to benefit Breast Cancer Awareness. I have been planning to sew some aprons, I had bought a cute pre-printed version some time ago and brought that with me to CA. Plus I had some adorable apron fabric I had also purchased but never got around to sewing up. All the aprons I already have are still in Texas in storage - so I really do need at least a couple for when I bake or decorate cakes. I also have a sister-in-law who is currently going thru radiation and chemo treatments and she is constantly on my mind. So I decided this apron swap would be a good way to get me started and going again on creative sewing. Before I could start on my "Passionately Pink" Apron for the swap (I had purchased the fabric) Mike and I went on a trip to Idaho (to see my parents) and Utah (to see his family and my son James). While in Utah, one of Mike's neices mentioned that she needed an apron for her Halloween costume and couldn't find what she wanted. It was so coincidental that I was going to be making aprons as soon as we got home, and she needed an apron, so I voluntered to make an apron for her. So these are the 3 different aprons I've made, so far!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-7762480491510547356?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/7762480491510547356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=7762480491510547356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7762480491510547356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7762480491510547356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2009/11/making-aprons.html' title='Making Aprons'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-3186626604016026889</id><published>2009-11-05T14:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:19:02.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Editorial comments'/><title type='text'>I'm BACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>As you can easily see, I haven't posted anything here in an extremely long time.  During the years of my divorcee status - it was very hard for me to think of positive, uplifting things to share.  What I really felt like I needed was a group of women who were in similar circumstances to my own.  But somehow it just didn't seem right to start or join a group called "Angry Mormon Women" or "Mormon Women Who Are Divorced and Extememly Angry About It" or "Mormon and MAD (Mad About Divorce)".  Actually I kind of like that last one!!!  Anyway, I felt like my entire life had been totally wasted.  I felt like I had followed the teachings and admonitions of my Church and dedicated my life to my husband and children - and suddenly I'm all alone - as if all those years were nothing.  Not to mention that I'm now old, with certain health problems, instead of young and beautiful.  I had expected to spend these years sewing baby quilts and babysitting Grandchildren, not starting a new life all alone, with nothing to show for 30 years of marriage, no education beyond High School, and no prospects for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, not much has changed, but as they say "Time heals all wounds." and with time I have come to accept at least part of my circumstances with a happier heart.  The biggest change is that I have recently married.  So, in the days to come, I will share wedding pictures, and some of the things I have been doing with my time.  I look forward to being more active here and to keeping in closer touch with friends and family.  Love to all of You!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-3186626604016026889?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/3186626604016026889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=3186626604016026889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3186626604016026889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3186626604016026889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!!!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-3916923113531462769</id><published>2008-04-08T11:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:15:51.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Menopause ..... Or ??????</title><content type='html'>So here is the funny story. My only Sister, Ellen, turned 40 last summer. Since she is 12 years younger than me, I felt it my duty to send several funny cards to commemorate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A few months later she called me up and asked what it was like when I went into menopause. I responded that I hadn't gone into menopause yet, I was probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-menopausal.&lt;br /&gt;Her response was, "Oh, Oh!"&lt;br /&gt;I told her to tell me what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing her "symptoms" I suggested that it sounded to me like she was pregnant. She said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I CAN'T BE PREGNANT !!! . . . . . I'M 40 YEARS OLD !!!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the remainder of our conversation, she kept repeating this same phrase. It was really funny !!!&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later . . . this is the result . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 lbs 1 oz. (OUCH!!!) 21 1/2 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Shawn Herbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R_utbLKExXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PHcm4PK4mSc/s1600-h/Daniel+Shawn+Herbert.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186930078210377074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R_utbLKExXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PHcm4PK4mSc/s320/Daniel+Shawn+Herbert.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was delivered a week late, by C- Section (DOUBLE OUCH !!!).&lt;br /&gt;He is healthy and happy and Ellen is recovering, slowly, but surely!!!&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Garner (our Mom) is flying out to help tomorrow and I'm so glad for both of them, that they will have this next week together!!! ( And just a little jealous that I can't be there too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge Congratulations go out to the Entire Family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The really good news is that with older siblings ranging from 4 yrs. old to 16, they will be a huge help to Mom and Dad as they raise this big surprise.&lt;br /&gt;(You can't really call him a little surprise - can you???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-3916923113531462769?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/3916923113531462769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=3916923113531462769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3916923113531462769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3916923113531462769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/04/menopause-or.html' title='Menopause ..... Or ??????'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R_utbLKExXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/PHcm4PK4mSc/s72-c/Daniel+Shawn+Herbert.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-3577009123836725255</id><published>2008-03-29T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T17:25:18.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girly cakes'/><title type='text'>Purple Birthday Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-7AILKExVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1gprBExj-Jk/s1600-h/CakePurpleShoe1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183291467816551762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-7AILKExVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1gprBExj-Jk/s320/CakePurpleShoe1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the adorable Birthday Cake Sharon made for me.  My Birthday is in February, so it was purple, like my birthstone!!!   This is so cute and simple and would be great for any age girl from 2 or 3 ( if she likes to walk around in Mommy's shoes) - up to adults.  When I came home and it was sitting in the center of the table, I was absolutely thrilled!!  It was just so FUN !!!!  She just bought a pair of the little girl dress up shoes and a couple of strings of purple beads .  Simple, sweet, and perfect!!!!   (Don is always teasing me about all of my shoes!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-3577009123836725255?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/3577009123836725255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=3577009123836725255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3577009123836725255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3577009123836725255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/purple-birthday-cake.html' title='Purple Birthday Cake'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-7AILKExVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1gprBExj-Jk/s72-c/CakePurpleShoe1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-5589360914633835218</id><published>2008-03-28T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:30:59.759-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Don and Sharon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2YTLKExUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0F8kaMwTB8k/s1600-h/Don+Sharon+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182966201353291074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2YTLKExUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0F8kaMwTB8k/s320/Don+Sharon+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my friends,  Don and Sharon, who I live with.  They are so kind to invite me into their home.   They are more than generous.  They were originally friends with my parents, before they left Texas and moved back to Emmett, Idaho.  After that we became closer.  Sharon and I both decorate cakes and we found that it is usually more fun to do big cakes, like wedding cakes, together.   We have another friend, Lynn, who we got started  doing cakes and the three of us have had some good times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-5589360914633835218?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/5589360914633835218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=5589360914633835218' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/5589360914633835218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/5589360914633835218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/don-and-sharon.html' title='Don and Sharon'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2YTLKExUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/0F8kaMwTB8k/s72-c/Don+Sharon+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-8886971977034902382</id><published>2008-03-28T00:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:33:30.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>I am the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-photogenic person on the planet and therefore HATE having my picture taken. However, here are a few - so you will know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yC4rKExNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Dew060CZ6Sc/s1600-h/Karen_Riding_with_Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182661181365863634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yC4rKExNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Dew060CZ6Sc/s320/Karen_Riding_with_Grandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me with my Grandpa Garner, my Dad's Dad, and his favorite horse, Robin.&lt;br /&gt;I'd guess I'm about 5 here. Grandpa always had candy corn in his pocket, he used it to train his horses, his dogs, and his grand children. It seemed to work quite well for all of the above. I can't see Candy Corn without thinking of him. He died when I was still a newly wed, so he's been gone over 20 years now. I miss him! He was a wonderful man and always good to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yCLLKExJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u9wl6FfSA9A/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182660399681815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yCLLKExJI/AAAAAAAAAEs/u9wl6FfSA9A/s320/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me with my dad, Bert Garner, last May (2007) at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;, Nicole's, wedding in Denver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yCLrKExKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DdWVoAJCmtM/s1600-h/P1010013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182660408271750306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yCLrKExKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DdWVoAJCmtM/s320/P1010013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is me, my Dad, my Mom, Carma Garner, and our friend, Sharon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Erland&lt;/span&gt;, who traveled all the way from Houston to Denver with me to help me do the wedding cake for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; wedding. I also am currently living with Sharon and her husband, Don (not pictured).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yCL7KExLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/p4_czcccb6w/s1600-h/P1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yCMbKExMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mM6isSRx1DQ/s1600-h/Samantha+and+Grandma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182660421156652226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yCMbKExMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mM6isSRx1DQ/s320/Samantha+and+Grandma.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I am holding my newest grandchild, Samantha, at the hospital the day after she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R_u5dbKExaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fJNF9FgiHYk/s1600-h/Laurie,+Mom,+Lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186943311004616098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R_u5dbKExaI/AAAAAAAAAG0/fJNF9FgiHYk/s320/Laurie,+Mom,+Lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Laurie, Me and Lisa, making silly faces for Bonnie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Easter Sunday, 2008. &lt;div&gt;(Is it weird that Laurie and I each chose the same silly face???????) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-8886971977034902382?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/8886971977034902382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=8886971977034902382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/8886971977034902382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/8886971977034902382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-yC4rKExNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Dew060CZ6Sc/s72-c/Karen_Riding_with_Grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-1547925477746858489</id><published>2008-03-27T23:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:51:37.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Family</title><content type='html'>This is my family, posted in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed with a total of 6 children, 3 boys and 3 girls. I had 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miscarriages&lt;/span&gt; and my second child died of crib death, so my children are especially precious to me. My Doctor once told me that most women, whose bodies do what mine did, have no children, so I have always felt incredibly lucky and blessed to have each and every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chronological order they are:&lt;br /&gt;James is the oldest, but I'm not actually old enough to be his Mom, we adopted him when he was 10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;Laurie is my first born and I was so excited she was a girl because I grew up with 8 brothers and didn't get my only sister until I was 12. My sister, Ellen, was 8 when Laurie was born, so she is closer to Laurie's age than to mine.&lt;br /&gt;Tresa is my second daughter and she died of SIDS at 6 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;Barry is next, born exactly one month short of 3 years after Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;He is followed by Lisa, 2 months shy of 3 years later.&lt;br /&gt;Scott "brings up the rear", 5 years down the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-1547925477746858489?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/1547925477746858489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=1547925477746858489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1547925477746858489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1547925477746858489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-family.html' title='My Family'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-8879670881965440651</id><published>2008-03-27T23:22:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:44:42.089-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Scott in Bunny Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xzv7KExHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JQm_RJOhhWc/s1600-h/Scott+with+Bunny+Ears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182644538367591538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xzv7KExHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JQm_RJOhhWc/s320/Scott+with+Bunny+Ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken on Easter Sunday, April 23, 2008. It is my youngest son, Scott, who is 21. Doesn't he look cute!!!!??? Laurie took this picture after I put the ears on him. They looked so nice with his tie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott is my third son and youngest child. He is 5 years younger than Lisa, his closest sibling. He was a bit of a surprise baby, I had had 5 miscarriages and figured I'd been through enough but he had other ideas. He has kept us all young. He was the joy of our lives and his siblings all adored him so much that they used to come home from school and fight over who got to hold him, or play with him. There were times when he was the only one in the family that EVERYBODY liked !!!!!! He has always had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;charismatic&lt;/span&gt; personality. He is also my most athletic and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; child. And considering his siblings - that's saying an awful lot in both cases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott has just returned from a 2 year Mission for our Church. He served in Richmond, Virginia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved his Mission, worked very hard and had a wonderful time. He matured and grew a lot over the last 2 years and I am so incredibly proud of him. We are all so excited to have him back home again. He is my baby, although I never dare to call him that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He played football, basketball and ran track, was a hurdler. He was born making growling sounds (Barry made car sounds), and like his brother Barry, he loves music and sang in the school choir. He has a flair for showmanship and didn't mind dressing up in a coconut bra and grass skirt, or in a woman's dress, to put the show on! He's really been fun to watch grow up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hard to believe they all grew up so quickly. During those long, sleepless nights, with a screaming baby, (or 2 or 3 or 4) it seemed like they would never sleep through the night, or be out of diapers, but then suddenly, before you know it, they're all grown up, moved out and on their own, and they don't need you any more. They each have their own distinct personalities from birth and are each so completely unique and wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-8879670881965440651?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/8879670881965440651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=8879670881965440651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/8879670881965440651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/8879670881965440651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/scott-in-bunny-ears.html' title='Scott in Bunny Ears'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xzv7KExHI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JQm_RJOhhWc/s72-c/Scott+with+Bunny+Ears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-4605568393237505903</id><published>2008-03-27T13:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:43:07.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>James and Cecilia's Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xwP7KExGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xb-yZ0VROYk/s1600-h/James+and+Cissa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182640690076894306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xwP7KExGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xb-yZ0VROYk/s320/James+and+Cissa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is James and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cissa&lt;/span&gt; with all of the kids last summer. The kids are, from left to right;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Taige&lt;/span&gt; (now 12), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; (now 5), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tegan&lt;/span&gt; ( now 10) and Tiffany (2). The two older children are from James' first marriage and they live in Florida, with their Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="w" style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-voSLKExBI/AAAAAAAAADs/gCjSZeO8MWQ/s1600-h/James+and+Cecilia+and+Fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182491195150222354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-voSLKExBI/AAAAAAAAADs/gCjSZeO8MWQ/s320/James+and+Cecilia+and+Fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my oldest son, James and his wife Cecilia (we call her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and their 2 kids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (5) and Tiffany (2). This was just taken on Easter Sunday, 2008. They live in Utah, so I don't get to see them very often And I miss them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James is adopted. We adopted him when he was 10 years old. At that time we already had Laurie, Tresa, Barry and Lisa. (Rhyming unintentional - but kind of cute - don't you think???)  So he was actually our 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; child, but is the oldest. He was my husband's sister's middle son (or our nephew) and she decided to put him up for adoption. We thought he should stay in the family - rather than ending up either with strangers or in the Foster Care System, so we adopted him ourselves. There were a lot of adjustments to make in our family, and not all of them went all that well, but I have never regretted adopting James. It completely changed the birth order of all of our children, for those who have studied Birth Order and it's effects on personality and etc. Of course the biggest adjustment was for James. We had an entirely different life style than what he was accustomed to. Over all, I think he did amazingly well. He was an excellent student, my neatest child and only cleaning fanatic. He is also an incredible cook. He was Captain of the Swim Team in high school and was an Eagle Scout at age 13. ( Both of his younger brothers followed that example and did the same.) James loves music and is a D. J. in his "spare time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is from Brazil. She and James met at Church, at a Brazilian Ward in Salt Lake City. James served as a Missionary in Brazil for 2 years and so is fluent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt;. Several years after his divorce, he was attending the Brazilian Ward to keep up with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt;. When he met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he was smitten - but then, who wouldn't be!?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is beautiful, sweet and loving. She is also very determined and saved her money from the time she was very young to be able to come to the United States to be free. She came here legally, when she was 19, she is now an official citizen. I admire her very much. She is also a wonderful mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; is "James" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Portuguese. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cissa's&lt;/span&gt; coloring, with almost black hair and deep, dark brown eyes and that lovely tan skin. He is so fun. He loves airplanes and is currently into Transformers. He is bi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lingual&lt;/span&gt; and Grandma can't always understand everything he says, but he gets his message across. We always have a lot of fun on the neighborhood play ground too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Tiffany is as light as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt; is dark. I was present at her birth and the Doctor had asked all of us what color hair we were expecting. We all kind of laughed and said "dark brown", assuming she would have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cissa's&lt;/span&gt; coloring, just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tiago&lt;/span&gt;. When she crowned the Doctor said, "That's not brown hair!" When she was fully delivered, he turned and looked at me and said "She looks like Grandma!" Of course he didn't know that there is actually no blood relationship between James and I, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; fun!!! Tiffany is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; haired and blue eyed. All of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cissa's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; friends were just amazed that she had this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; baby!!! It was really fun!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;James first son, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Taige,&lt;/span&gt; was born on my 41st Birthday and was my very first grandchild. That was certainly exciting and turned a very boring Birthday into the best one ever. His sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Tegan,&lt;/span&gt; was born just 3 days short of exactly 2 years later. She was my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;, and therefore, holds a special place in my heart as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-4605568393237505903?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/4605568393237505903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=4605568393237505903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/4605568393237505903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/4605568393237505903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/james-and-cecilias-family.html' title='James and Cecilia&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xwP7KExGI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Xb-yZ0VROYk/s72-c/James+and+Cissa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-3811224491696873536</id><published>2008-03-27T13:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:58:36.603-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Barry and Bonnie's Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-vlqbKExAI/AAAAAAAAADk/A5H-RI-EhvY/s1600-h/Barry+%26+Bonnie+%26+Fam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182488313227166722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-vlqbKExAI/AAAAAAAAADk/A5H-RI-EhvY/s320/Barry+%26+Bonnie+%26+Fam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry is my first born son, but became second oldest when we adopted James. He is the only one of my children who has my coloring and therefore sunburns too easily. (Sorry about that, buddy!!!) He was also my sweetest child. He was the loving and nurturing one. He was so sweet to Lisa and would always let her tag along with him where ever he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite memories of him was when he was about 4, Lisa was learning to crawl and she would try to follow him around the house, because she adored him so much. Of course she couldn't keep up with him, so he would get down on the floor and crawl next to her rather than leave her behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, when they were old enough to go play with friends down the street, he would always take Lisa with him and never run off and leave her behind. He was always very careful with her and took such good care of her. All of the other Mom's in the neighborhood would ask me how I got him to behave that way. I always had to explain that it was nothing I was doing, it was just his personality!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry is very tall, about 6'5", and loves basketball!! He is also very good!!! When he first started playing, he would apologize when he fouled someone, that's how sweet he was! Of course he out grew that, now days he has even been know to INTENTIONALLY foul on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; - if you can believe that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His is married to Bonnie, who was one of my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year girls at Girls Camp when she was 14 and we have had a special relationship ever since. I was so surprised when she and Barry started dating. I would never have paired them up, but they make it work and are wonderful together.&lt;br /&gt;It is really fun to have a daughter-in-law who I have known and loved for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a 2 year old son, Jordan Michael (named after Michael Jordon - Barry's "hero") who is active and adorable and already a great shot! He's just a little bit older than Laurie's son, Drake, and is learning to talk up a storm. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Billy" almost perfectly - it comes out "Bee-lee" and is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cute. He can't say "Lisa". He calls her "Ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". Lisa has always prided herself on being a bit of a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" ( is that how you spell that?????  "Hoss" maybe????) plus she is funny - so she's cool with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha is Barry and Bonnie's daughter, and currently my youngest grandchild. She's about 5 months old and is totally adorable. She is chubby and cute and darling. She has the biggest smiles and is starting to laugh out loud. She is my 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/span&gt; and 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grandchild. They lived the closest to me so I get to see them the most often and I absolutely love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-3811224491696873536?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/3811224491696873536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=3811224491696873536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3811224491696873536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/3811224491696873536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/barry-and-bonnies-family.html' title='Barry and Bonnie&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-vlqbKExAI/AAAAAAAAADk/A5H-RI-EhvY/s72-c/Barry+%26+Bonnie+%26+Fam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-7920389293955191897</id><published>2008-03-27T12:01:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:41:27.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Laurie and Tresa   (1977)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-07ybKExOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BfcTlNeR3LA/s1600-h/cropped+Mom,Laurie,Tresa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182864483642819810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-07ybKExOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BfcTlNeR3LA/s320/cropped+Mom,Laurie,Tresa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-vTP7KEw-I/AAAAAAAAADU/EAz01UD7t9Q/s1600-h/fixed+mom,Laurie,Tresa.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with Laurie (20 months) and Tresa (5 weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tresa is my second daughter and she died of Crib Death at 6 weeks of age.&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few pictures we have of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited for Laurie to have a sister to grow up with, since I grew up with 8 brothers and didn't get my only sister until I was 12. Unfortunately they only had a very brief time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-7920389293955191897?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/7920389293955191897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=7920389293955191897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7920389293955191897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7920389293955191897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/laurie-and-tresa-1977.html' title='Laurie and Tresa   (1977)'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-07ybKExOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BfcTlNeR3LA/s72-c/cropped+Mom,Laurie,Tresa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-972061206339079226</id><published>2008-03-22T18:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:58:56.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Lisa and Billy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-WTErKEw9I/AAAAAAAAADM/asiK8MGE9aY/s1600-h/B%26L+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180708654873363410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-WTErKEw9I/AAAAAAAAADM/asiK8MGE9aY/s320/B%26L+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is my third and youngest daughter. She always insists that she is my favorite and that she is also the funniest. She is my athlete and the cutest quote from her was when she was 3 years old and Laurie was 9, she said; "I'm not a SISSY, like Laurie !!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was in elementary school, we used to have major fights every Sunday morning because she wanted to wear jeans to Church and I insisted on a dress. After years of angry Sunday mornings, we finally compromised on a denim skirt, which finally appeased her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up she was very close to her brother Barry, who is almost 3 years older than her. She adored him and wanted to be just like him. She went through a stage where she would get up every morning, go into Barry's room and put on his clothes. It was very cute!! She's been a Tom Boy from the very start.  I was a Tom Boy when I was young too, but I've always enjoyed girlie dresses and etc. as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is married to Billy, who treats her very well and is patient with her. She thinks I like him more than I do her, but she's wrong about that!!!  But Billy is great and I love him!  They compliment each other very well.  Now that all of my children are grown, I am probably actually closest to Lisa.  We even shared a best friend at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Billy have not chosen to bless me with any Grandchildren yet. Lisa claims all sorts of reasons, my theory is that since Laurie has all boys, Lisa figures she'll probably have a bunch of girlie girls, and the prospect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;terrifies&lt;/span&gt; her!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-972061206339079226?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/972061206339079226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=972061206339079226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/972061206339079226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/972061206339079226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/lisa-and-billy.html' title='Lisa and Billy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-WTErKEw9I/AAAAAAAAADM/asiK8MGE9aY/s72-c/B%26L+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-7619080322648256574</id><published>2008-03-20T18:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:59:56.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Laurie and Jason's Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L7rrKEw8I/AAAAAAAAADE/gWzVw4yI3Ng/s1600-h/x_1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179979249167418306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L7rrKEw8I/AAAAAAAAADE/gWzVw4yI3Ng/s320/x_1293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first born, and eldest daughter, Laurie, with her handsome family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie is my "girlie girl" which explains why she was blessed with three sons. Of all my children, Laurie is actually the one most like me ( she'll probably deny this) in many ways, even though she has always looked the most like her father. She has always been fun, enthusiastic, determined, organized and very much "in-charge". My favorite quote of hers was, when she was only about 3 years old, she said "No body is the boss of me, but me !!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is married to Jason, who I adore. (I have been very blessed with both sons and daughters-in-law who are just wonderful!!!! I love all of them and count those blessings every day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason is super smart and a wonderful provider for his family. It is so nice to not have to worry about their safety and support. He recently won a nation wide award from the company he works for, for being the person who had helped improve the company the very most this last year. He is a mechanical engineer, but he is also a computer whiz and he created a computer program which made their work much easier and more "user friendly". We are all so very proud of him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie and Jason's first born is Davis, 9, who is also very smart ( gets it from both of his parents) and who loves to draw and has already won several awards for his art work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is 7 and is the nurturer in the group. He takes especially good care of his little brother, Drake. When ever I talk to him on the phone he spends most of his time talking about Drake and his latest accomplishments, rather than talking about himself. Dylan is so sweet and cute, he just adores his baby cousin, Samantha (5 mos.)too and loves to play with her and talk to her and hold her, It's so cute!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake is 2 and full of energy and fun!!! He's at that adorable stage where he is learning to talk, but can't quite say everything yet. He does his best to keep up with his older brothers and definitely has a mind of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie has her hands full and overflowing, but she does an incredible job, I'm very proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also the one who started this blog for me - so I could "get with it". Lisa has helped me a bunch too. Laurie is by far the most avid photographer in the family and puts me to shame in that arena. I am forever either without a camera, forgetting my camera, or have my camera but forget to take any pictures. Laurie is always taking pictures and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&gt; them and sharing them. She is wonderful. She was the head photographer her Jr. and Sr. years of high school and it is still a hobby she loves. I am blown away by her creativity and business sense. She really makes me proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-7619080322648256574?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/7619080322648256574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=7619080322648256574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7619080322648256574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/7619080322648256574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/lauries-family.html' title='Laurie and Jason&apos;s Family'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L7rrKEw8I/AAAAAAAAADE/gWzVw4yI3Ng/s72-c/x_1293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-1380325298249100343</id><published>2008-03-20T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:13:26.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Girly Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WfrKExPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3iCrwRJpTAE/s1600-h/P1001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182964217078400242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WfrKExPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3iCrwRJpTAE/s320/P1001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was Sharon and Don's 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Wedding Anniversary Cake.  It wasn't as yellow as it looks, it was more cream colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WgLKExQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ybJqpwjJPKs/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182964225668334850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WgLKExQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ybJqpwjJPKs/s320/P1010002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the cake we had at Lisa's Bridal Shower - it had charms inside it for the Bridesmaids to pull out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WgbKExRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MxCszSVHbwk/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182964229963302162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WgbKExRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/MxCszSVHbwk/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2Wg7KExSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZFOCSYJC1n4/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182964238553236770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2Wg7KExSI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZFOCSYJC1n4/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the Cake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Camoflouge&lt;/span&gt; Grooms cake, that Lynn, Sharon and I made for Annette's brother's wedding in San Antonio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WhbKExTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ubJxBQxBbIU/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182964247143171378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WhbKExTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ubJxBQxBbIU/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the wedding cake I made for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neice&lt;/span&gt; Nicole last May, 2007. It was very different from what I usually make. The next picture is me working on the top layer.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xt1LKExEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gzcUjoVW554/s1600-h/P1010008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182638031492138050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xt1LKExEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gzcUjoVW554/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xt3rKExFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bS4CcTVNKcA/s1600-h/P1010001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182638074441811026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-xt3rKExFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bS4CcTVNKcA/s320/P1010001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L1JLKEw7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eAvztmMSnIs/s1600-h/x_1290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179972059392164786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L1JLKEw7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eAvztmMSnIs/s320/x_1290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurie posted this and the following pictures for me, of some of the cakes I have made for her and her boys over the years. Since I am currently living with some friends, I don't have my files or my pictures and etc. on hand. Nearly everything is in storage. It was fun to see some of these again. Cake decorating is fun and easy, although a bit time consuming. But it is always wonderful to create a thing of beauty, and if it tastes great too - all the better right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-1380325298249100343?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/1380325298249100343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=1380325298249100343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1380325298249100343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1380325298249100343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/girly-cakes.html' title='Girly Cakes'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-2WfrKExPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3iCrwRJpTAE/s72-c/P1001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-4363842487710842161</id><published>2008-03-20T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:36:19.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L05LKEw6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8CCUXYEiHGk/s1600-h/x_1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179971784514257826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L05LKEw6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8CCUXYEiHGk/s320/x_1288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-4363842487710842161?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/4363842487710842161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=4363842487710842161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/4363842487710842161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/4363842487710842161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L05LKEw6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/8CCUXYEiHGk/s72-c/x_1288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7668193042479803455.post-1931734486045326169</id><published>2008-03-20T17:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:36:33.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cake'/><title type='text'>Kid Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LtbLKEwvI/AAAAAAAAABc/CYBzjAtDOeA/s1600-h/x_1283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179963572536787698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LtbLKEwvI/AAAAAAAAABc/CYBzjAtDOeA/s320/x_1283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laurieturk.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurie's&lt;/a&gt; 2nd son Dylan's first birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LtGrKEwtI/AAAAAAAAABM/U-dMp3ianZ4/s1600-h/x_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LwxLKEwzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c0xA_Q9TWcE/s1600-h/x_1281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179967249028793138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LwxLKEwzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c0xA_Q9TWcE/s320/x_1281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LwwbKEwwI/AAAAAAAAABk/mSiPm-nYB9g/s1600-h/x_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179967236143891202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LwwbKEwwI/AAAAAAAAABk/mSiPm-nYB9g/s320/x_1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LytbKEw2I/AAAAAAAAACU/olo9i0XknSs/s1600-h/x_1287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179969383627539298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LytbKEw2I/AAAAAAAAACU/olo9i0XknSs/s320/x_1287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LytLKEw0I/AAAAAAAAACE/8cwWF4lVq7E/s1600-h/x_1285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179969379332571970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LytLKEw0I/AAAAAAAAACE/8cwWF4lVq7E/s320/x_1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-Lww7KEwyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2guf7Hp_q8M/s1600-h/x_1284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179967244733825826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-Lww7KEwyI/AAAAAAAAAB0/2guf7Hp_q8M/s320/x_1284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LytbKEw1I/AAAAAAAAACM/EFhfCyfCErE/s1600-h/x_1286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179969383627539282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LytbKEw1I/AAAAAAAAACM/EFhfCyfCErE/s320/x_1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L0IrKEw4I/AAAAAAAAACk/cnIR2qW9Xvg/s1600-h/x_1289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179970951290602370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L0IrKEw4I/AAAAAAAAACk/cnIR2qW9Xvg/s320/x_1289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L0I7KEw5I/AAAAAAAAACs/-GmmvqDtf8U/s1600-h/x_1291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179970955585569682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-L0I7KEw5I/AAAAAAAAACs/-GmmvqDtf8U/s320/x_1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7668193042479803455-1931734486045326169?l=happinessishandmade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/feeds/1931734486045326169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7668193042479803455&amp;postID=1931734486045326169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1931734486045326169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7668193042479803455/posts/default/1931734486045326169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://happinessishandmade.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_20.html' title='Kid Cakes'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16586114184374583272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/SvMs_x8kF7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/VbEKXEc3eXc/S220/IMG_0693+Karen+profile+cropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5wZCzun0eeU/R-LtbLKEwvI/AAAAAAAAABc/CYBzjAtDOeA/s72-c/x_1283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
