tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638758176865519942024-03-04T20:14:06.663-08:00Cake CrumbsMy life after Family and CakesHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-16724276516705316572011-11-29T20:41:00.001-08:002011-11-29T20:43:01.882-08:00Remember That Feeling?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Next up was a long set of commercials, one among them was a very touching story of how one man's father lived through prostate cancer because of early detection through a prostate exam. The commercial then went on to encourage everyone to get a prostate screening every year beginning at age 40.<br />
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"Mom," says Kira in a frantic voice, "You're over 40, you need to get a prostate exam, 'cause we don't want you to die of prostate cancer!"<br />
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Oh Kira, you have no idea just how wrong that sentence was...Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-24852363940246240482011-11-12T20:54:00.001-08:002011-11-12T21:43:05.285-08:00Sunday Funnies: Birds of a FeatherNow I don't typically do posts on the various animal life that exists around my house, but I just couldn't pass this one up.<br />
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See this cat:<br />
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I know what you're thinking, what a lazy, spoiled little thing sitting there sunning herself in the nice warm heat of the afternoon sunshine. But, me, I'm thinking what an evil monster!<br />
Let me explain, and maybe you'll see my side of things.<br />
It all happened yesterday, my husband had come home from work exhausted and in desperate need of a nap. I took pity on him and rounded up the kids and took them up to my parent's house for a visit.<br />
The kids dispersed once we got there to various activities, Izzy began jumping from couch to couch, then turned on Disney Chanel and was glued for the duration of our stay. Emma who had been accosted by my nephew Zachary, who is eleven months old, was walking him to where ever his little heart desired. So I was left to chat with my mom.<br />
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After a while my dad came home from work, the minute he was in the door he was asking the girls if they wanted to go somewhere with him. Of course, Emma being the goer and doer of the family loves when grandpa comes home and says this. Up she shot from the floor like a reverse bolt of lightening with her hand raised up in the air to a perfect point, "I do, I do!" she screamed (see she is learning something in kindergarten, you raise your hand before speaking, well OK maybe you raise and talk at the same time works too).<br />
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My dad started helping me round up shoes and jackets, which to my dismay I realised that I had let her escape from our house with no coat or jacket. Since the activity that she would be doing (collecting flags at our local Peace Gardens that had been placed there for Veterans Day) she was in need of some serious winter wear. <br />
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With the revelation of the missing articles of clothing I scooted her out the door and into the car to drive her home to fetch the needed items. My dad was going to follow us down so that they could get there a little faster.<br />
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Up we drive to the house, all seemed natural and normal. The ducks are waddling up to the car, the cat is creeping up the drive behind them, see typical, isn't this what greets you every time you come home?<br />
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I hopped out of the car nearly before I had it in park and ran to the front door thinking that I could get in get the stuff and be quick and quiet enough not to wake Kevin. I left the door open for Emma who was a little slower than I was and went straight to the coat closet to start the search through our enormous collection of mismatched mittens, gloves and hats to find something that would work for the chilly weather.<br />
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Emma breezed in through the door, but of course, forgot to shut it behind her. As normal when the door is left open, our cat, Snickers, thinks it's her personal invitation to come in. Normally she comes in to eat so this really isn't a big deal. But this time she brought us a little present.<br />
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That's right, she was being a loyal, slightly submissive member of our family hierarchy by bringing me a bird. Gross right! Well it gets better...<br />
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I walked up to my cat still trying to be as quiet as possible and trying to get her to take the flea infested, germ ridden thing back outside, but no, of course she can't do what I expect. She drops the stupid bird right on my entry rug and backs up, proud as a peacock. But then to my shock and horror the bird jumps up and starts flying across my living room!<br />
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Snickers was up and off like a rocket snagging the bird as it neared the ground on the opposite side of the room. I went running after her screaming at her to "Get that filthy bird out of my house!" Which of course she did nothing of the sort. <br />
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After downing the bird again and seeing my approach she let go and backed off. Stupid animal! Why couldn't she get the hint that I wanted the bird in her mouth so that I could throw both of them out on their back sides?!<br />
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Off shot the bird again, under the couch, which Snickers launched herself under, then up into flight again once it worked its way out, flying higher and higher until it was nearly to the ceiling of my hallway where Snickers snatched it out of mid air mere inches from the ceiling, Emma and I were hot on tails screaming and whooping and flailing our arms. Fat lot of good that did us.<br />
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In the heat of the battle that ensued on the hallway floor the little bird suddenly broke free of the death grip that the cat had her in, up it flew again in a desperate attempt to save its existence from being extinguished. It headed into the girls bedroom where again my cat downed in, on a pillow...<br />
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Thoroughly grossed out but thinking a bit clearer I grabbed a paper bag and ran to the scene of the attempted murder. When my cat backed off this time I swooped in with the bag and covered the poor frightened creature. I closed off the bag and ran out the door, only to find my dad walking up the steps of my front porch.<br />
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I really wonder what was going through his head as he watched me march with determination out my front door, down the steps in silence only then to open up a brown paper bag and watch as a bird flew out and away. Yeah, that's not something you see every day.<br />
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Well in the end Kevin woke up and Emma did get to go with grandpa and had a ton of fun rounding up flags, and me, well I got to clean up feathers and blood. Just what I wanted to do.<br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-17398346224482479832011-03-10T20:32:00.000-08:002011-03-10T20:32:56.452-08:00Winners and LosersWhile volunteering at school on Wednesday I overheard a conversation between two boys. One was a first grader and the other was a sixth grader that had been sent to "think time" (basically a time out where kids are sent to another teacher's classroom when they've done something wrong). The conversation went something like this:<br />
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1st grader: "So, what'd you do to get in trouble?"<br />
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6th grader: "Got in a fight."<br />
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1st grader: "Whoa, who'd you get in a fight with?"<br />
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6th grader: "Lots a kids."<br />
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1st grader: "Who won?"<br />
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6th grader: "Not me, or I wouldn't be here."Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-84015877499979724002011-03-06T16:36:00.000-08:002011-03-06T16:36:27.649-08:00It's a Coming of Age ThingEvery young girl feels that pull very early on that they need to take a stand and be independent of their mother. Although this is a natural wonderful thing to have happen, sometimes as a mother I struggle with the loss of control. Izzy has recently decided that her beautician skills have surpassed that of my own; she is insisting that, at the age of 7, she is old enough to do her own hair. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"> (And here's <a href="http://cakecrumbs-heidi.blogspot.com/2009/10/photo-story-friday-independence.html">Kira's</a> )</div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-19575759641480807892011-02-09T21:45:00.000-08:002011-02-09T21:45:30.455-08:00"Beautiful"A few days ago I was in the bathroom getting ready to go to church and as I was applying one last coat of mascara to my eyelashes I heard footsteps approaching and I glanced down. There was Emma struting her way into the bathroom in an outfit that she had picked herself. It was a lovely rainbow colored skirt paired with a beautifully patterned plum colored Princess Tiana shirt. To top it all off she had "done" her own hair and make up. She had soaking wet hair pushed back away from her face with a pale yellow headband and the brightest peacock blue eyeshadow smeared across one eye that I've ever seen. This of course was not to be out done by the silver streak that ran across her opposite eyelid. <br />
As I stared at my proud, posing 4 year old I did the only thing I really could do, I smiled. <br />
"Mom," she said as she did a half turn to show off her back side. "Do you like my makeup? Doesn't it look beautiful?"<br />
"Oh, yes Emma it is 'beautiful'," I said with what I felt was only a hint of the sarcasim that was really bubbling through my head.<br />
I went back to doing my makeup with a silly smile plastered on my face (and only letting slip a giggle or two), and Emma just stared at me.<br />
"You know mom, it really hurts my feelings when people tell me my make up looks pretty and then they turn around and laugh at me."<br />
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Oops...Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-47490300510756899742010-11-05T07:57:00.000-07:002010-11-05T08:52:40.838-07:00Rain DropsHello everyone,<br />
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I was wondering if you could help me out. I am entering a photo contest and I just can't decide which of these I should enter. Let me know which is your favorite in your comment.<br />
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Thanks!<br />
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One of those days was spent at a nearby softball field where the guys watched Jeff, my husband's brother, play a few ball games. The mom's and kids drifted to the little park that was connected to the ball field to probide a place for the kids to play while we chatted among ourselves.<br />
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Amid the laughter and games I caught sight of Kira wondering away from her two older cousins. She slowly and dejectedly came to sit by me. <br />
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"Mom," she said in her very best Scarlet O'Hara voice, "when they're together I just turn to a <strong>speck</strong> of dust in the wind. They don't even know I'm alive." <br />
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Trying very hard not to giggle I attempted to comfort her by telling her that this kind of thing was very normal when there were three girls together. I soothed and hugged her until she felt her ruffled feathers relax, then with a last hug for me she got back up and went to try to play with her two cousins again. This time with greater success.<br />
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And so I'd like to take this opportunity to dedicate this song to Kira. May you always be my little Scarlet O'Hara...<br />
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<div align="center"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tH2w6Oxx0kQ&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tH2w6Oxx0kQ&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-37564527089511516872010-06-17T23:02:00.000-07:002010-06-18T05:52:56.019-07:00Sunday Funnies: Special EffectsA quick note to all of my loyal readers, thanks for sticking by me. :) I have to apologize for my lack of posting lately. I don't know if any of you have ever had that overwhelming feeling that life is just crammed too full of STUFF and nothing else will fit, kind of like my shoe closet. I have had so many things on my plate the past several months that blogging has had to take a step back. But hopefully I will be back into writing a full functioning blog again soon. <br />
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There I was, walking through the grocery store loading my cart up with ingredients for a rich ooey gooey chocolate cake; chocolate pudding, baking chocolate squares, semi-sweet chocolate chips, Hershey's Symphony milk chocolate bar with almonds and toffee chips and lots of butter for the frosting.<br />
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I located the sugar-free and no-sugar added section that held a small variety of chocolate candies. Most of which were Russell Stoffers chocolates, which have enough alcohol sugars to stop a diabetic dead in their tracks. Disappointment flooded from the top of my head and made it's way down the rest of my body. With down cast eyes I turned to go on my way, but then I saw it, a new kind of nearly sugarless chocolate bar called <em>Simply Lite</em> that flashed out a message in bold green letters <span style="color: lime;">SUGAR FREE, GLUTEN FREE</span>. Further down the packaging boasted this was the best chocolate for those who were carb and health conscious. Well that sort of included me, so I picked up the package and read the nutrition label, HOT DIGGITY! Only 2 grams of sugar, what luck!!!!!!!<br />
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After waiting for what felt like an eternity to get through the line at the checkout stand I found myself nearly skipping to my car with anticipation of biting into a chocolate bar for the first time in years! <br />
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I sat alone in my drivers seat and reverently placed the first square of chocolate in my mouth, savoring every second we had together, it instantly started to melt. Words cannot describe how wonderful it tasted. I then proceeded to eat nearly the entire bar. As a second thought I decided to see if the package held more than one serving, I've gotten myself into trouble before by not paying attention to this little detail and I had a nagging feeling that this was whole thing was just too good to be true.<br />
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I searched the nutrition panel and found that the bar included 3 1/2 servings, well that would only be 7 grams of sugar. That is borderline for what I can handle but close enough that I thought it would be worth the headache later. So I popped another square in my mouth, by this point there were only three squares left. <br />
I continued to read the package for curiosity's sake while I finished off another square.<br />
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Yeah, turns out it was too good to be true. What they didn't tell you is that the "effect" happens rather quickly. <br />
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I'm thinking about sending an email suggesting they rename the candy bar to Hershey Squirts.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-23690798932611880002010-06-02T10:40:00.000-07:002010-06-02T14:35:02.074-07:00Wordless Wednesday: Heroes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> — Benjamin Disraeli</span></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-6877790642189855032010-05-22T23:16:00.000-07:002010-05-22T23:18:19.486-07:00Sunday Funnies: Cruella DeVille<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">At the end of each and every school year my children take their empty backpacks to school for the last time. After a day of fun, games and goodbyes desks are emptied unceremoniously into tattered backpacks that have seen better days.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">For some reason once these backpacks, full to the brim with papers, workbooks, pencil cases and glue sticks find their way home they are carelessly lobbed on the couch as my kids hit the door way. Thinking that the girls would come back and take care of their things I left them. Apparently Kira and Izzy were content to let them lay in a heap on the couch for the duration of the summer vacation.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">After sitting for an entire day without being moved from their resting spot I finally gave in and sat down to sort through everything that had been sent home. I flipped through portfolios of art, math and spelling. I cleaned out glue sticks, crayons, erasers, scissors, and sharpeners. I found an abundant supply of sharpened and unsharpened pencils, they probably brought home an entire tree between the two of them. When I reached the bottom of Kira's bag I found a small spiral bound notebook. As I pulled it from the bag a loose page fell out. I picked it up ready to add it to my trash pile, but saw that it was covered in her "neat" handwriting. <em>Neat</em> is a perspective word...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">On one side was a journal entry where Kira went on and on about how much she "loves spring" and how wonderful it was to have warm sunshine on her face and sunshine to help the flowers grow. I smiled to myself and thought about how cute she is and what a fun thing this little journal entry was to find. I quickly flipped the paper over to see if I had missed any other messages about spring. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">This is what I found:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Last week Kira came home from school and announced that she wanted to cut off 12" of her hair to donate to someone who had cancer. I didn't quite know what to say at first. I had that momentary thought that I could never let her hair go. But after some quick thinking I excitedly told her that we would find someone that could cut her hair and donate it to locks of love. How could I ever really have said no to such a request.<br />
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After a bit of cutting and styling Kira had a brand new look. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For more wordless fun stop by <a href="http://wordlesswednesday.com/">Wordless Wednesday HQ</a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-76415281469315809962010-04-11T22:24:00.000-07:002010-04-11T22:24:42.884-07:00Photo Story Friday: EmptyAn empty desk stares across the aisle at my nephew. It's emptiness weighing heavily on his heart. There has been a hushed silence that has followed him in the halls through the past week. A few brave students approach and say hello and to say how sorry they are. The teachers and staff have all been careful to give a kind word or squeeze to his shoulder when they see him.<br />
On the Thursday before Easter Tiger and his best friend Zachie laughed and joked and played. They teased the girls in their 5th grade class and planned what they would do for their long break from school.<br />
On the Friday after Easter, Tiger dressed in his Sunday best and walked into a chapel where he received a carnation boutonniere and sat as an honorary pall bearer for a boy that was his best friend. <br />
It has been a hard week as I've watched my 10 year old nephew try to understand and accept that he will never see his friend again.<br />
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</div>I have watched Tiger as he came to a new school struggle with shyness and making new lasting friendships. I have seen what a good kid he is, how caring and loving and giving he ALWAYS is.<br />
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</div>I remember one morning I dropped them off late and as they were hurrying to the doors that would lead them to the school the national anthem started playing over the loudspeaker. I watched as he stopped the girls and had them turn and face the flag. With their hands held over their hearts I felt such pride in him.<br />
I have truly learned to love my nephew, I hate to see him so hurt and sad, I wish that there was something that could be said or done that would take the pain away. <br />
I am grateful for my religion and the comfort that it has brought in this very sad and difficult time. I know that one day Tiger will see Zach again and that they will once again be able to run and laugh and play. Until then I will pray that Tiger will find peace.<br />
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Emma is at the age where she wants to know everything, especially what words mean. She quizzes me all day long about what this and that word mean.<br />
A few days ago we were sitting at the table eating breakfast and she got that quizzical look on her face and her eyes sought mine.<br />
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"It means that people aren't getting along, they might be mean or hit each other."<br />
Right on the heels of finishing my sentence, "Mom, what does mean, mean?"<br />
"It means that you are being unkind to someone." I said with a monotone voice. I could see where this line of questioning was going, she would pick a word from my answer and ask for the next explanation, this can go on, and on, when she's in a mood."<br />
"Mom, what does lice mean?" <br />
Caught off guard I raised an eyebrow at Em and said, "A little bug that gets in your hair."<br />
With an appalled look she said in a know-it-all voice, "No, mom, I said NICE!"<br />
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For Easter my family made a trip down to Arches National Park yesterday. It was windy, cold and fun, fun, fun!<br />
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The scenery was beautiful and the hiking invigorating. It was wonderful to be out into the great outdoors. <br />
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The hike was strenuous on the way up, but the hidden treasure at the top was well worth the effort.<br />
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As we trekked back down the trail my sister tried several more times to get us to stop for the long sought after picture, telling us that we could use it as a mother's day gift for my mom.<br />
At the very end of the trail we finally all gave in. The result: <br />
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So much for a nice picture for mother's day.<br />
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Sunday Funnies is a weekly theme here at Cake Crumbs. If you would like to play along just think back through your week and find the funniest thing that happened to you and jot it down. Then simply leave a comment with your web address and join in the fun!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-45224572619126019652010-03-28T06:00:00.000-07:002010-03-28T20:32:25.011-07:00Sunday Funnies: Flat Out FunEvery family on the face of the planet has one. A great story teller. In my family we are fortunate not only to have someone that can draw you into a story and make you feel like you are the one who experienced all the drama, but my aunt can tell a story that will have you laughing so hard that you will be literally rolling on the floor holding your stomach trying to keep every thing in (which, I've found, gets increasingly hard with every child that you give birth to).<br />
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This is my Aunt Susan, and she is always the life of the party.<br />
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I was reminiscing about a story that she told once when I was a young teenager and thought that I would share it, since I seem to be having a hard time coming up with something from my own life lately.<br />
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Susan woke in a terrible mood. All she wanted to do was stay in her nice warm bed and not get up and get the kids ready for ANOTHER day of school. But being the mom she had no choice and heaved herself out of bed and walked into the kid's room to start the day.<br />
After fighting and wrestling her kids into clothes, shoes and coats Susan feed them a cheerful breakfast of burned toast and chocolate milk made with powdered milk. Yes, it was that kind of morning. She shouted and shouted until everyone was finally on their way out to their trusty brown chevy. The bickering in the back seat nearly sent her over the edge. But she breathed deeply and shut her eyes and counted to ten. And then she reopened her eyes only to discover that she had drifted to the other side of the road. And so she gave up trying to achieve any semblance of calm and just dropped the kids off at their elementary school and headed back home with her preschooler in tow.<br />
The preschooler of course was sick. And so upon arriving home she called the doctor's office and set up an appointment for her youngest son. They for once weren't running way behind schedule and told her that they could see him at 9:00.<br />
That left her an hour to shower, primp, and get her son looking presentable. Not much time, but she hustled as much as she could.<br />
At 9:05 she was mostly ready with only a few pieces of hair still uncurled, but she had on clothes, shoes, and had brushed her teeth. It would do. <br />
Her son on the other hand was lolly gagging in a way that only he could. He had on his shirt but that was about it. And so with a longing for a cattle prod and an eye roll she started with the lawnmower engine motivator. <br />
(Now imagine for me the sound of a gas powered lawn mower as it starts up, the sound when you first pull the rip cord) <br />
"Come on. Come on. Come on. (then suddenly the engine catches) GET THOSE PANTSSOCKSANDSHOES ON NOW!!!!!!<br />
Well, the pants were on and so were the socks. But he was still fiddling with his shoes at 10 after nine. <br />
"Mom," her son whined. "There's something in my shoe."<br />
Susan had hit her boiling point, "I don't care if there is something in your shoe," she hollered, "just GET THEM ON!"<br />
And he did. And he stomped in an angry huff all the way to the car. But he quickly forgot the offense as they traveled the seven minutes that it took to get to the doctors office. He was his happy smiling self when he got out and in his joy, and much to his mother's annoyance, he skipped the whole way to the office. Singing the entire way "there's somethin' in my shoe, there's somethin' in my shoe".<br />
At last they made it through the waiting room, nurse assessment and were simply waiting for the doctor to show.<br />
Much to my aunt's dismay her son had continued his little song the whole time, but his song was quickly becoming more of a whine again.<br />
"Fine," she said in an exasperated voice, "give me your foot and I'll see what's in your shoe."<br />
He obediently lifted his shoe as high as it would go. Susan took hold of the heel and pulled perhaps a bit to forcefully. Suddenly a gray mat of fuzz flew through the air then bounced on the floor, then like a coin on it's side it spun round and round until it finally stopped in the middle of the room.<br />
Susan's mouth dropped to her toes as she watched in horror as a squished flat mouse stared up at here with it's dead lifeless eyes.<br />
Just at that moment a nurse walked through the door. She looked puzzled at the expression that she saw on Susan's face. Then she followed her line of sight and screamed. The whole office was in an uproar as the flat mouse was placed in a Ziploc baggie and gingerly disposed of in the dumpster.<br />
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Susan quietly packed up her son and ducked her way out the front door of the office. <br />
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Sunday Funnies is a weekly theme here at Cake Crumbs. If you would like to play along just think back through your week and find the funniest thing that happened to you and jot it down. Then simply leave a comment with your web address and join in the fun!Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-41124463288504349012010-03-19T22:33:00.000-07:002010-03-19T22:33:57.441-07:00Project 365: Week Ten and ElevenWeek 10- Unexpected<br />
This week was filled with unexpected surprises. Some good some bad.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 64</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFHpD3rmXI1WoxeIrk7MrfIpYXNWYmhMhE1Y0ADDjBrhI9Jnii82sAny8FDKv9Jo_th4RDakD1vWB6_7jPFo-oYpCt4BqwUenYr6y1gQqO6jmjv-gAonIeXReozUxvJN9qIS0PqHRBKM/s1600-h/013a" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFHpD3rmXI1WoxeIrk7MrfIpYXNWYmhMhE1Y0ADDjBrhI9Jnii82sAny8FDKv9Jo_th4RDakD1vWB6_7jPFo-oYpCt4BqwUenYr6y1gQqO6jmjv-gAonIeXReozUxvJN9qIS0PqHRBKM/s400/013a" vt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">March 5th</div><div style="text-align: center;">I unexpectedly ended up setting up the book fair for school. I also got some unexpected help from some wonderful teachers. And all it cost me was a plate of brownies. :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 76</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCnXazgJ0jnFsb0m0OGkxHfievhntVzbjPb6IwDhIb-ePgEdHHwRMGWlPrQeT2NQLFFD4Jp18qwTlu5nTBA45gkpb2wQzggJ5VQehD8yCOsl59kAbDWZ7vyKDHwNWS3nSmXVkdRyCd5s/s1600-h/064(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCnXazgJ0jnFsb0m0OGkxHfievhntVzbjPb6IwDhIb-ePgEdHHwRMGWlPrQeT2NQLFFD4Jp18qwTlu5nTBA45gkpb2wQzggJ5VQehD8yCOsl59kAbDWZ7vyKDHwNWS3nSmXVkdRyCd5s/s320/064(a).jpg" vt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok, so I didn't technically take this picture on St. Patrick's Day, But it was my favorite from the parade. And it felt festive enough to cheat. Is that ok?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LdlhW88s5FhlsMgDJHJowitThGw2HwIGJ82shw2eMvWkq9O2KlUL27mP36nPTQrT09Db0DVVuW9Kx64KnghL9mk4X5Dpo0PpSKMEetEeCc6I-ktWp2SGpZXUHwRU3hyvEhCqDTC-_pA/s1600-h/025a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1LdlhW88s5FhlsMgDJHJowitThGw2HwIGJ82shw2eMvWkq9O2KlUL27mP36nPTQrT09Db0DVVuW9Kx64KnghL9mk4X5Dpo0PpSKMEetEeCc6I-ktWp2SGpZXUHwRU3hyvEhCqDTC-_pA/s400/025a.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">March 17th</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Since the sun decided to make an appearance we made a trip to the Wave Pool. They still have the bubble up so it is really, really hard to get a picture to turn out. My lens was so fogged up from the humid air that this is the only picture that turned out.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For more wordless fun check out <a href="http://wordlesswednesday.com/">Wordless Wednesday HQ</a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-7151017839154670012010-03-17T07:45:00.000-07:002010-03-17T08:28:01.476-07:00Sepia Scenes: Happy St. Patrick's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUt6_V63KaryjgMwuWEQgwhdo8mrUCwsXtOJMhxXqLfLayZG5TQkGMN2TcDYdxZWrBPSpoMREIBjw-SGXuzlTBjlwqbkv6ObYJ-yuD2SRx7HQA2TXi4v65a8a_8rZOojhF3Jx72i3MaEc/s1600-h/039(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUt6_V63KaryjgMwuWEQgwhdo8mrUCwsXtOJMhxXqLfLayZG5TQkGMN2TcDYdxZWrBPSpoMREIBjw-SGXuzlTBjlwqbkv6ObYJ-yuD2SRx7HQA2TXi4v65a8a_8rZOojhF3Jx72i3MaEc/s400/039(a).jpg" vt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To join Mary T. visit her at <a href="http://sepiascenes.blogspot.com/">Sepia Scenes</a>.</div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-21970184034632762612010-03-10T00:00:00.000-08:002010-03-10T00:00:10.510-08:00Wordless Wednesday: Unmarked Police Car<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-C5M1XBPQ0vfnSCSD_ytYs90VsNZ4hVHvzv97oLJBDVbah2RHOSgbX8L9FFBRWCAQ9Bqi3YN6_IYllInei7hggc0Ol-zNyrzuMD-jEbLKs5b85uu6cYx0fwKU1Zita9pcz2rEeZKfEUU/s1600-h/081(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-C5M1XBPQ0vfnSCSD_ytYs90VsNZ4hVHvzv97oLJBDVbah2RHOSgbX8L9FFBRWCAQ9Bqi3YN6_IYllInei7hggc0Ol-zNyrzuMD-jEbLKs5b85uu6cYx0fwKU1Zita9pcz2rEeZKfEUU/s400/081(a).jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yes, I live in a very small town.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Join in the fun with Mary T. at <a href="http://sepiascenes.blogspot.com/">Sepia Scenes</a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-52777055464620191912010-03-09T12:54:00.000-08:002010-03-09T12:54:42.555-08:00365: Week Nine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div align="center"></div><div align="left">This was an uneventful week-</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 57</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVr0b9n672ziMwsjckpI0AK8XusN_YTx0GMQ4A-0pCu2gjksRqRbxk2OAqDI-_fE1sDNjgAuTPaAOPYA6UuVk8q9ce5MwU1Ss-X6pzizjNLC7wMclZW4_gNpGb60heWGRUdnCkGA66Cg/s1600-h/011(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZVr0b9n672ziMwsjckpI0AK8XusN_YTx0GMQ4A-0pCu2gjksRqRbxk2OAqDI-_fE1sDNjgAuTPaAOPYA6UuVk8q9ce5MwU1Ss-X6pzizjNLC7wMclZW4_gNpGb60heWGRUdnCkGA66Cg/s400/011(a).jpg" vt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center">February 26th</div><div align="center">For the life of me I couldn't figure out why I had foot prints on my pantry wall.</div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 59</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUX9Ql_GZWBZFe1uYL7upHabbJG0_0Fz9wu6Ta1IHfcD3nqo8RwUBLJZ1kKRfgpSsGL7G-lGskZqFqPiv2Bp8aYOEWlc7yV047geNE_PwnJNJeOLUoKZIfgEHsGR6VfPJZWEC_-ntCmg/s1600-h/010(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWUX9Ql_GZWBZFe1uYL7upHabbJG0_0Fz9wu6Ta1IHfcD3nqo8RwUBLJZ1kKRfgpSsGL7G-lGskZqFqPiv2Bp8aYOEWlc7yV047geNE_PwnJNJeOLUoKZIfgEHsGR6VfPJZWEC_-ntCmg/s400/010(a).jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">February 28th</div><div align="center">I LOVE landscapes!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 60</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieitEhs6w8bgQOXUS9p_e5lB0v1FrHJmLlOZJifOWzYZomwq18cqJSksDriIhklSu7SNJJ8jj7tum7CmBIDI9HXJ_rukGgZyJCr4rKGCBInWwHEIaKmjU01-ke_6txXnDg6v5gSfWRtcQ/s1600-h/008(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieitEhs6w8bgQOXUS9p_e5lB0v1FrHJmLlOZJifOWzYZomwq18cqJSksDriIhklSu7SNJJ8jj7tum7CmBIDI9HXJ_rukGgZyJCr4rKGCBInWwHEIaKmjU01-ke_6txXnDg6v5gSfWRtcQ/s400/008(a).jpg" vt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center">March 1st</div><div align="center">Anyone for a game of Phase 10?</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 61</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhH_93N6FgJ4lvb9wJvx8DAf3LqtYYT-Q8OVW_1mLbs4dGoifAlnwByyPQ0sDv7q64DHF3AVFLXN6pJ4i9Q_ygk24cewjimMsw7d7AVR4-vmYEzX-T2hvCKN-PNl5CUbidDdLfpaBbY60/s1600-h/034(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhH_93N6FgJ4lvb9wJvx8DAf3LqtYYT-Q8OVW_1mLbs4dGoifAlnwByyPQ0sDv7q64DHF3AVFLXN6pJ4i9Q_ygk24cewjimMsw7d7AVR4-vmYEzX-T2hvCKN-PNl5CUbidDdLfpaBbY60/s400/034(a).jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">March 2nd</div><div align="center">I have heard several stories as to why there is a teepee perched on the top of this hill. My favorite is that the husband and wife weren't getting along. The husband, out of spite, built the teepee for all the world to gawk at as they drive past it on the highway.</div><div align="center">That is so something I would do!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 62</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xvPRccXOB8iWKAwnm3oyvrQIC9w6YVz3OGCMuGx2S-UZ0fCyG_baRcGYfl8h0qPeEaENUuL4ieyzFVyGbpNPUHx0EuOMtb3xyS5Uw6fiskQoYQXequ0dSVNUYMAVjNxOkBH1o6CY-qU/s1600-h/037(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xvPRccXOB8iWKAwnm3oyvrQIC9w6YVz3OGCMuGx2S-UZ0fCyG_baRcGYfl8h0qPeEaENUuL4ieyzFVyGbpNPUHx0EuOMtb3xyS5Uw6fiskQoYQXequ0dSVNUYMAVjNxOkBH1o6CY-qU/s400/037(a).jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center">March 3rd</div><div align="center">It's a party at Big-O</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Day 63</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-7Tsbf7E2MsqNKNZVjsru4qVRG0Fu7ceG5koMSx_P-G1e2ahhhz20i8QsjV0kJQ7AvKbiwHHWAEhnBOnam-VVU2cvEOLCqFIWS8WfVpXAYAOjpyM7KoIUOjPFJrHlNkR6sT3NViyyXs/s1600-h/013(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis-7Tsbf7E2MsqNKNZVjsru4qVRG0Fu7ceG5koMSx_P-G1e2ahhhz20i8QsjV0kJQ7AvKbiwHHWAEhnBOnam-VVU2cvEOLCqFIWS8WfVpXAYAOjpyM7KoIUOjPFJrHlNkR6sT3NViyyXs/s400/013(a).jpg" vt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center">March 4th</div><div align="center">Will it stop, will it stop, will it stop?</div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-17072572583007333092010-03-06T10:08:00.000-08:002010-03-06T19:24:27.881-08:00Photo Story Friday: Fun for the Whole FamilyIn the process of completing my Photo Hunt for this month I had to scramble and take lots of pictures in a few afternoons. One of these afternoon's was spent in downtown historic Helper. This is a tiny little town that is just north of where I live. It has a very charming, ghost town feel to it. Which provides a perfect opportunity to shoot pictures that you normally wouldn't see in this century. I love going there!<br />
As we pulled onto Main Street my husband, who was driving, took on a dry monotone voice suited to a tour guide as he started pointing out buildings and explaining their history.<br />
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</div>Then there is St. Anthony's, the most quaint little chapel you've ever seen.<br />
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</div>Of course, Helper wouldn't be Helper without it's Library/Auditorium/City Hall. Who has Big John keeping watch just outside it's doors. This also used to be the elementary school, but obviously those 20 kids couldn't be crammed in along with the books and political members.<br />
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</div>The railroad station is close to the end of the road, but it holds some wonderful vintage photography opportunities, so we of course had to stop there.<br />
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And last but not least, as we drove down the road with my husband still giving us historical tidbits we approached the last building in the row.<br />
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<em>What?!</em> (Double Take)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwINTHWNpmRIPDG4qkkaYF9e_FHVTgEq8VQvyoOwZJKeI-zh0PuFGjGWpZn4sfuR_p6FBBI250uJk0jJKbKv8ZQaH9wL-l95mJSrgACcvVTqxzpAA7rVHgjpkZrqqF7TrAhuFhp-3EKAE/s1600-h/098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwINTHWNpmRIPDG4qkkaYF9e_FHVTgEq8VQvyoOwZJKeI-zh0PuFGjGWpZn4sfuR_p6FBBI250uJk0jJKbKv8ZQaH9wL-l95mJSrgACcvVTqxzpAA7rVHgjpkZrqqF7TrAhuFhp-3EKAE/s320/098.jpg" /></a></div>The shape of that sign just took on a whole new meaning with that little tidbit of information.<br />
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And the kicker-<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1_gQgr1Gpjbaa0ZFoIH46-JUTHbV0oq2Q5yg0eGCy5M6BNHgIfMWIhxgw12CXQGF7EnocG3Q8URYzW7MtgouJrfDfxlbTwW0mdTutKU6Tnq0DCh5s82tLOyhNd2uEphP3g47ptpmT18/s1600-h/096(b).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1_gQgr1Gpjbaa0ZFoIH46-JUTHbV0oq2Q5yg0eGCy5M6BNHgIfMWIhxgw12CXQGF7EnocG3Q8URYzW7MtgouJrfDfxlbTwW0mdTutKU6Tnq0DCh5s82tLOyhNd2uEphP3g47ptpmT18/s320/096(b).jpg" /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05595662315298187954noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-263875817686551994.post-23016335670889740342010-03-03T10:12:00.000-08:002010-03-08T08:06:06.485-08:00Photo Hunt Challenges #6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGIqaJ3fBSPdyN_s0z7buXrkttPYwgs2JIHDhJVuq_Z5D8SDb5zyqDEKnFlHsY6bXEvClToZPRSrsvi9b-8leNskyMxl2n0QaUbcPnlzKNCaTlqfPgM4zrU4L4VECH8c-SLjH-i5pz3M/s1600-h/photohunt6-badge-475x475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMGIqaJ3fBSPdyN_s0z7buXrkttPYwgs2JIHDhJVuq_Z5D8SDb5zyqDEKnFlHsY6bXEvClToZPRSrsvi9b-8leNskyMxl2n0QaUbcPnlzKNCaTlqfPgM4zrU4L4VECH8c-SLjH-i5pz3M/s200/photohunt6-badge-475x475.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Another month has ended before I was ready for it to. <br />
This hunt was very fun to participate in, but I found myself scrambling at the last minute to finish up all the categories. It really felt like a scavenger hunt when I crammed them all into two days.<br />
Here is the month of February through my eyes:<br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#1. A Tower</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQupTZ9EMlW7nZTTl15Cek6JLGUkya4K_dl3BVAp5QeER4GpkfDnoJcsyYxUN_AjDdRWvgs8zmtY7pDOVYPbpMk_DLfwnNoznJUbDa1fdepnyRoI1mmlbK_QCCe0OzeziB-SL_3j16pok/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQupTZ9EMlW7nZTTl15Cek6JLGUkya4K_dl3BVAp5QeER4GpkfDnoJcsyYxUN_AjDdRWvgs8zmtY7pDOVYPbpMk_DLfwnNoznJUbDa1fdepnyRoI1mmlbK_QCCe0OzeziB-SL_3j16pok/s400/001.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#2. "Main Street"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgOiOXfdPsg88563M4j71uj-J0Bs9swq6LwcbkLcexVrM4p4Rbz1uI0WzZmsLgZmTPmhagqGfH3beXZcGOm8k03xYfI3947S4fLqdSsypcC0af0A73Lz134eXJEFvEEixzYJVPy3E8KY/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIgOiOXfdPsg88563M4j71uj-J0Bs9swq6LwcbkLcexVrM4p4Rbz1uI0WzZmsLgZmTPmhagqGfH3beXZcGOm8k03xYfI3947S4fLqdSsypcC0af0A73Lz134eXJEFvEEixzYJVPy3E8KY/s400/001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#3. Five</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bRSWWcnwmXVhKp65mGiBmX06MQGIXDnZpx_afSG4fKWmTD_UPgovN9tUIr_PgZxaA6JgeEpzFcaoTWIZWvY9FfRXJzrUGQBq4uMTEGgZSzE7QaD77NadbdmCQcB0cHlIEYMBSQM58aM/s1600-h/106(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bRSWWcnwmXVhKp65mGiBmX06MQGIXDnZpx_afSG4fKWmTD_UPgovN9tUIr_PgZxaA6JgeEpzFcaoTWIZWvY9FfRXJzrUGQBq4uMTEGgZSzE7QaD77NadbdmCQcB0cHlIEYMBSQM58aM/s400/106(a).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#4. A Dog or Cat</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibepCRwp0ujAADjo47M0CPRgMyohSjiriS3oM3zGdjTs6knr5s0LB1NmkTYNl7xrtE0zfcY5ahIeDhtIa1F4sw6tl54f1pD3lGXfRe08UxXYVQ__iopDDz64b6nQpQdmvZ_R4BOLku8oY/s1600-h/031(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibepCRwp0ujAADjo47M0CPRgMyohSjiriS3oM3zGdjTs6knr5s0LB1NmkTYNl7xrtE0zfcY5ahIeDhtIa1F4sw6tl54f1pD3lGXfRe08UxXYVQ__iopDDz64b6nQpQdmvZ_R4BOLku8oY/s400/031(a).jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#5. Two of a Kind</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgct0XmDOWQZZP_Y67Y80DK9d-tqeWaONqzck_llq-U2iGUASH1-B-aRbL7Vto-hNsB4vvZT-RWGq3BFblcaYFBW7xyfAk5BIVVXMZz05qCSRsOaEDpEFqJewsSWaOWCfTjD28LF39J4c/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgct0XmDOWQZZP_Y67Y80DK9d-tqeWaONqzck_llq-U2iGUASH1-B-aRbL7Vto-hNsB4vvZT-RWGq3BFblcaYFBW7xyfAk5BIVVXMZz05qCSRsOaEDpEFqJewsSWaOWCfTjD28LF39J4c/s400/001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Locally known as the "Dolly Parton Domes")</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#6. A Clock</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxnE-GCwBX_VqF7muwdxbVh54c-UoFSP5MyNd5QYfXAWqCaPeRf9OLU_s0fXzvy8G8N86Nh77Iu0PrTdBeMdg1aM8grpaNCphSxeo6hdFqv5F_1F6Shl3qujAdC2-bYcEg6ePlhV0uoM/s1600-h/020(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxnE-GCwBX_VqF7muwdxbVh54c-UoFSP5MyNd5QYfXAWqCaPeRf9OLU_s0fXzvy8G8N86Nh77Iu0PrTdBeMdg1aM8grpaNCphSxeo6hdFqv5F_1F6Shl3qujAdC2-bYcEg6ePlhV0uoM/s400/020(a).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#7. A Game</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKLyb5Ox1MXRk260fRaZKc0NV_V_g_fRZh7lA-osm-zEShc8QozzpmzIw5Ep5BPaudZNkQI42lR4FhazTdqrzUDNTmEC7GirZjog7UrqijrJEN_bVM959R2ebBCh3SKTVrKDXEG9EDiA/s1600-h/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKLyb5Ox1MXRk260fRaZKc0NV_V_g_fRZh7lA-osm-zEShc8QozzpmzIw5Ep5BPaudZNkQI42lR4FhazTdqrzUDNTmEC7GirZjog7UrqijrJEN_bVM959R2ebBCh3SKTVrKDXEG9EDiA/s400/01.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#8. Something Sweet</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28mJ7JED8jPwnaDptJerxkX-Jo1aau1X9On517L0lf4H30t5QPI-LT1OmRGD6fLQUO2zVxJzEwz1LbV4ORc9_KeBp19vO9NDpzDpO7U6t7c8IGTWWU94oHVNM_if72gIvwkNmzSh_0qA/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28mJ7JED8jPwnaDptJerxkX-Jo1aau1X9On517L0lf4H30t5QPI-LT1OmRGD6fLQUO2zVxJzEwz1LbV4ORc9_KeBp19vO9NDpzDpO7U6t7c8IGTWWU94oHVNM_if72gIvwkNmzSh_0qA/s400/001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#10. Your Own Reflection</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9YMHRCdYkFMUTMnq9NCYlQ7ezcCzcVnYCDSjGB6iIi2laGjjcYe4Dzj2yolzdZOir-3ZkYZv9ctEsX80jCkyX3Sk5NuGXQ8Sjn81ouFuUI4AsHveSvv_U6BokhcyswOaoXvZ6sZkcKI/s1600-h/003(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9YMHRCdYkFMUTMnq9NCYlQ7ezcCzcVnYCDSjGB6iIi2laGjjcYe4Dzj2yolzdZOir-3ZkYZv9ctEsX80jCkyX3Sk5NuGXQ8Sjn81ouFuUI4AsHveSvv_U6BokhcyswOaoXvZ6sZkcKI/s400/003(a).jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#11. A Mirr</span><span style="font-size: large;">or Image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMwYtA2Gu9oUcXON3P5VTWxPmd23dPKzmr9_iUevvTgC7NLjjKh0HxB4nTC0-DLxv0RM-z0qVdw9z5DL5kPCnEykbpX1VjZ-RbafgU6oDvOpLm3MF_iJiz-Batp9ifB-E3T8XYcm83jY/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaMwYtA2Gu9oUcXON3P5VTWxPmd23dPKzmr9_iUevvTgC7NLjjKh0HxB4nTC0-DLxv0RM-z0qVdw9z5DL5kPCnEykbpX1VjZ-RbafgU6oDvOpLm3MF_iJiz-Batp9ifB-E3T8XYcm83jY/s400/001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#12. Night Image</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHYSv_FfkFRhfU1NAHhf93A09UXSqvE058lpZZWPhRf3x9tZscQ67fO0H-j1Q5OpMhQe-PpYOIoZdXeJkBs0Y5tnu8b6UOBo2jI8qvn5nF97YD8q7gLoCzXkxwsgPjwDTFbRgpvOIZMM/s1600-h/014(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHYSv_FfkFRhfU1NAHhf93A09UXSqvE058lpZZWPhRf3x9tZscQ67fO0H-j1Q5OpMhQe-PpYOIoZdXeJkBs0Y5tnu8b6UOBo2jI8qvn5nF97YD8q7gLoCzXkxwsgPjwDTFbRgpvOIZMM/s400/014(a).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#13. Something Homemade</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_ihZOL028zYLCdJm2FVGUXscKZ3lk0QvlMTs4_CjSrzsnWMLq5CGkWVu8kqR7mo5PKTebuv8BYJb7PF1QCR1PTn-AMe_0uBKLwMlwUEl_SlsaGLrae5uWuyGyTBCEi6ROEeXnTFNMkc/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_ihZOL028zYLCdJm2FVGUXscKZ3lk0QvlMTs4_CjSrzsnWMLq5CGkWVu8kqR7mo5PKTebuv8BYJb7PF1QCR1PTn-AMe_0uBKLwMlwUEl_SlsaGLrae5uWuyGyTBCEi6ROEeXnTFNMkc/s400/001.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#14. Something Pink</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_uyAaON7mxSLo-OZLQxvgFXDMTy8AkmBg4SOiRxm_NjV6Nq9Ti3vPfB_bmiRM1dgCnKwnO7xhPs_mrR4eNqbacyzLZqqKwfqZJovf5ui1lnzzcFqkVZVRwjWT_s2uaLSw9b3UROsHcbM/s1600-h/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_uyAaON7mxSLo-OZLQxvgFXDMTy8AkmBg4SOiRxm_NjV6Nq9Ti3vPfB_bmiRM1dgCnKwnO7xhPs_mrR4eNqbacyzLZqqKwfqZJovf5ui1lnzzcFqkVZVRwjWT_s2uaLSw9b3UROsHcbM/s400/039.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#15. Something Romantic</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh139UvER3w_XVy4E2CV0XXs2yPu9MxCCdKaH957KSN3QxRni03iOhNA1zXe6Iim8GSNoKKgtlMijH7LDrjxK8zZQPCLu2terLPEJanfwpHafVyNO9nNDUrWEvnYfBn0vfjrMFbS-n5pWk/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh139UvER3w_XVy4E2CV0XXs2yPu9MxCCdKaH957KSN3QxRni03iOhNA1zXe6Iim8GSNoKKgtlMijH7LDrjxK8zZQPCLu2terLPEJanfwpHafVyNO9nNDUrWEvnYfBn0vfjrMFbS-n5pWk/s400/001.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#16. A Candid Shot</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPqEojbW8Abotiu0oxzKwZ2APLNNr_DLQOk3T9Su2SCHs8s866I6sBmERlMwKIJ57q_-RUT_HI2ewddiFPvK94CgsB1_BTdYhb4TfzGw-SeyCcEDUoIEN95YxgMV8saLl5bYbCAyar-A/s1600-h/001(a).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpPqEojbW8Abotiu0oxzKwZ2APLNNr_DLQOk3T9Su2SCHs8s866I6sBmERlMwKIJ57q_-RUT_HI2ewddiFPvK94CgsB1_BTdYhb4TfzGw-SeyCcEDUoIEN95YxgMV8saLl5bYbCAyar-A/s400/001(a).jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#17. A Portrait</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CTxhfsSVV6-dmlpgXLXmOP7JdFyDyRb5d_EI2muQEQiCYxfJzLqtE2m8sMhV1QUP8-s8pf4FxmuCP7RmvPhqqG4jx7wekaaSF44UIJ0bvhQkHiiXeqWIc_nxTOpP0Fzj2PAA-Qtjbmg/s1600-h/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1CTxhfsSVV6-dmlpgXLXmOP7JdFyDyRb5d_EI2muQEQiCYxfJzLqtE2m8sMhV1QUP8-s8pf4FxmuCP7RmvPhqqG4jx7wekaaSF44UIJ0bvhQkHiiXeqWIc_nxTOpP0Fzj2PAA-Qtjbmg/s400/002.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#18. A Symbol of Love</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJBy0SNEGL-wsJ9yAo_vIAahvpAMrLOV7WoC0RKr8cuHQSqLhpGiQ7eh1mD9ufvgX6ySYEpBCgWY9VuAoRKX8F8_SCuXKofSoAOpv3M5sv4MAnidPluWW77DPU-Q-GERJ373kCcwRgKY/s1600-h/002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJBy0SNEGL-wsJ9yAo_vIAahvpAMrLOV7WoC0RKr8cuHQSqLhpGiQ7eh1mD9ufvgX6ySYEpBCgWY9VuAoRKX8F8_SCuXKofSoAOpv3M5sv4MAnidPluWW77DPU-Q-GERJ373kCcwRgKY/s400/002.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#19. A Landscape</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBrozI6Kd8NE09r5I6_GYDuA2FbTmDRxWvLAWl38caiH6CWLLyJVMj9dtPAlJ7VFHRk2B4nwQSUtbljA6gyM77vwWik1iBls40U1MvD0keRTMqAHaEj44xKReeGtyy4pYxWcw-oDIkJY/s1600-h/001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOBrozI6Kd8NE09r5I6_GYDuA2FbTmDRxWvLAWl38caiH6CWLLyJVMj9dtPAlJ7VFHRk2B4nwQSUtbljA6gyM77vwWik1iBls40U1MvD0keRTMqAHaEj44xKReeGtyy4pYxWcw-oDIkJY/s400/001.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">#20. Chocolate</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj84I7DIDyd3uw10f1nPdpsszmFh-pUljFiqYM5OY-NwQhEagLMkIQGQ9zsexUp-ozy-A-00teSYSnmdk0a47Aqpd17png-ndKlBp8yxN_72ZyyfeGFmluoK6jdfkxK6V_f37Lsv7y0zT0/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj84I7DIDyd3uw10f1nPdpsszmFh-pUljFiqYM5OY-NwQhEagLMkIQGQ9zsexUp-ozy-A-00teSYSnmdk0a47Aqpd17png-ndKlBp8yxN_72ZyyfeGFmluoK6jdfkxK6V_f37Lsv7y0zT0/s400/006.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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