<?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-6542790199299567142</id><updated>2012-01-02T17:10:16.992-06:00</updated><category term='teen spirit'/><category term='Bon Jovi'/><category term='2009'/><category term='cute kids'/><category term='Spring Break'/><category term='Wild Women'/><category term='sugar and spice'/><title type='text'>The Goudy Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3499528274909071189</id><published>2011-12-26T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:58:40.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maaike 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Maaike has been getting a little camera-shy lately; I guess that's part of growing up.&amp;nbsp; Even as the goofy side of her leaves, though, there is a grace and beauty that takes my breath away at times.&amp;nbsp; Here is a flashback of Maaike in 2011:&lt;/div&gt;
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She's a good sport to include her brother in most of what she does - Happy New Year!&lt;/div&gt;
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When SHE controls the camera, she has no qualms about posing!&amp;nbsp; Maybe she'll be a photographer, or movie director!&lt;/div&gt;
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After a busy final year of Middle School (with lots of choir performances and drama -- not related to the classes), we went to Utah and Idaho for a summer trip.&amp;nbsp; One of the first things we got to do was see a brand new cousin, Anders.&amp;nbsp; Born in China and visiting the States for only a short time, we were lucky to meet with him and his family (Paul &amp;amp; Cami Kartchner, Kaitlyn and Dixon) and have lunch at a restaurant before they flew away to China for another year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;...watching Fourth of July fireworks in the rain (??)....&lt;/div&gt;
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...celebrating a birthday in Idaho.... &lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;...and just being together.&amp;nbsp; It was a fabulous trip!&lt;/div&gt;
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After that trip, we came home and had a friend birthday party for Maaike .... and two of her friends who had birthdays close together.&amp;nbsp; It was a luau theme, and the girls did a great job planning and decorating, and had lots of fun:&lt;/div&gt;
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Now that's she's 14, Maaike gets to go to church dances.&amp;nbsp; She was soo excited about the first one, and honestly, it made me nervous for her to have such high expectations.&amp;nbsp; But she had a fantastic time, and was asked to dance a lot!&amp;nbsp; (Probably because she looked so pretty!)&lt;/div&gt;
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Her favorite birthday present &lt;/div&gt;
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(that's she's wanted for just forever!):&lt;/div&gt;
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Maaike also participated in a summer drama workshop, and that was a lot of fun for her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Near the end of the summer, we took a quick day trip to Corpus Christi (the North side this time).&amp;nbsp; We took one of Maaike's friends with us, and had a fun time.&amp;nbsp; Came home hot, tired, sandy.&amp;nbsp; Good times!&lt;/div&gt;
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Last party of the summer was having Maaike's favorite cousin fly into town for a few days.&amp;nbsp; Maaike introduced Shay to her friends, and their favorite pastime; trying on formal dresses at the mall and taking pictures of themselves!&amp;nbsp; Silly girls! &lt;/div&gt;
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But they also take silly pictures at home:&lt;/div&gt;
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This might be their true personalities!&lt;/div&gt;
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Then, high school.&amp;nbsp; Sigh......&lt;/div&gt;
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In the last 24 hours, I wrecked a Lexus (not mine), broke a glass dish  that was a wedding present (at least that was mine), lost my temper with my children and  Dallas traffic, and have generally been miserable (and made everyone around me  miserable too, I'm afraid!).  If I was a drinker, I would be druuunnk!
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Since I'm not, I thought I'd post a blog.  I am hoping it will make me  feel more grateful and happy and Christmas-y and less Grinch-y.  So what better thing to post about than my sweet children?

Here's a little bit of Boone this past year:
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Funny story:  one Sunday, Boone was eating his lunch while I was getting ready for church.  He came into my room and said, "I put the rest of my lunch in the fridge, 'cuz I'm done."

What a big boy!  So I complimented him, and hurried to get him out the door.  And forgot about it.  Until I came home.  I opened the refrigerator, and on the top shelf was this:&lt;br /&gt;
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These pictures are from early 2009.  We'd been in Texas just a few months and were living in a third floor apartment, trying to evict our terrible tenants so that we could sell our house in Utah. Jordan had started a new job, and it was a pretty stressful transition, wondering if things were going to work out for us or if we'd made a huge mistake.  Those weren't our happiest days.  But looking at these pictures reminds me that there are moments of bliss every day; and they usually involve my children! (The dog, not so much!)


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So this adventure started with a call from my Bon Jovi concert-pal Delicia, who was driving and heard on the radio that RICK SPRINGFIELD was coming to town for Liberty Fest, a small new celebration in a town called (of all things) Farmer's Branch (I don't know why, it just is), only 10 miles away or so. I immediately looked online, and confirmed that it was really happening, only a few days from then, and for the ridiculous price of $10! Well, we could pay $75 for "better" seats, but to get in was downright cheap. It was a done deal! We bought our tickets, and off we went........



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Mallory (Delicia's daughter), me, Ashley (friend), and Delicia (look, she's doing the "rock hand!")

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Mallory gets another picture because she's so brave. How many teenagers do you know who would go to an 80s concert with their MOTHER and her friends? One, that's how many. Actually, Maaike planned to go, but accidentally agreed to babysit the same night. She was really disappointed, and so was I (and I was really worried, too, when I got a call that our substitute babysitter had locked himself and Boone outside..... but that's another post for another day).

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The opening opening act was from the School of Rock. These four kids were amazing! The youngest was 7, oldest 12, and they knew how to play! The drummer was the 7 year-old, and he was the best. His sister, 9 years-old, lead singer, played drums and keyboard, was also awesome, but he stole the show. They played ACDC, Led Zepellin, and I forget the rest... but they were really good.

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The opening act was the Spin Doctors, who I didn't know. They had one good song in the early 90s that I knew, but their stage time was mostly a good time for me to make phone calls to get the babysitter and Boone back int he house, check on Maaike, buy a Steak on a Stick, etc. Time well spent, and no offense to the Spin Drs. They were fine, but to enjoy a concert, you really have to know most of the songs. There were some big fans of theirs in the crowd, who loved them , and they were really energetic, but it wasn't for me. Sorry!

During their time on-stage, though, I also soaked in the ambience. The weather was great -- warm, but not too hot, with a little breeze. It was a big, beautiful park area, with surprisingly few vendors -- a good and bad thing, both. There weren't many people there until the main act, so we got great seats (more about that later!), and there was a never-ending parade of interesting/weird/crazy people to watch! A guy with fake (?) dreadlocks; a woman with fake... well, over-augmented... um, yeah; a woman wearing a concert t-shirt from the Bon Jovi concert the week before (I went to talk to her; surprisingly, she didn't care that I had also been there), and assorted other characters. Good times....

We had our camp chairs and blankets about 50 feet from stage, which was a great location; and the people who paid big bucks actually had a worse view (and less comfortable chairs!) than we did, so we were ready to rock!

FINALLY, the main event:

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Still REALLY handsome. Sigh.

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Delicia was in heaven -- if Bon Jovi was MY favorite concert act, RS had to be close to her favorite.

I still don't understand the thing with the flowers. People would hand him beautiful bouquets, and he would shred them on his guitar. Is it just me, or is that weird?

It looked pretty for a second or two, though.....

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After a while, being 50 feet away seemed too far for us rabid fans, so Delicia and I deserted Ashley and Mallory to watch our stuff while we went right up to the stage. We were probably 6 feet away from the edge, and I swear we got RS sweat on us (he was sweating a LOT!)!!

But there was a drawback to our plan; when he sang "Human Touch" he went deep into the audience; about 50 feet in! He went right up to Ashley and Mallory, and they both touched him. I had been able to reach him on his way down the stage, and again on they way up, but Delicia is much less pushy than I am (obviously), and didn't get that "Human Touch"; the only one of our group to not get it (and the one who was most excited about the whole concert, I think!)!

Not long before this concert (weeks, or so?), RS picked up a DUI. When he played "Don't Talk to Strangers", he did a big thing with a police officer and all the kids in the audience, that I am convinced was his community service assignment. Delicia thought he gave the kids a mixed message!

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Look how close we are! This officer semi-agreed to let any of us out of a speeding ticket if we mentioned Rick Springfield; I wonder if he would have let us out of a DUI?

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Rick invited all the kids up, then was surprised how many there were. He said "You guys gotta watch more TV!" Oh, if it had been in Utah.... He also was upstaged by some of the cute kids, and he knew it.

"Jesse's Girl" was the highlight of the night! Someone put it on YouTube, and you an hear me and see my hand (at least I am claiming it's me...!). The crowd was going crazy -- he gave a GREAT show!!!


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During the Encore, Rick came out with glasses on (fine) and shirt off (not so fine). I looked up his Wikipedia page, and he is a few months OLDER THAN MY MOTHER (he'll be 62 this fall). This is too old to be shirtless, people. I have photographic evidence, but I didn't want to upset anyone... (I'll email you if you must see it). For everyone else, Delicia had a random stranger take our picture "with Rick", and you can just see his torso above our heads.

It was a great night -- so much fun! Soooo glad we went!

Afterwards, we brainstormed which other concerts we would love to see, and lo and behold, one of Delicia's other favorites will be in FORT WORTH in two weeks (wanna guess who it is?). We're going.

I lied earlier; my life is pretty much ALL FABULOUS!!!









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&lt;div&gt;1983: My cousin, Jonathan, had me listen to a new band's first single, "Runaway." I am only slightly exaggerating when I say that moment may have changed my life. I have been a diehard fan ever since (28 years, and going strong!)!
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&lt;div&gt;2011: For reasons I can't even begin to fathom, I had never been to a Bon Jovi concert! Clearly, that had to change. So recently, a friend (Delicia) and I were talking and someone mentioned that The Band was coming to Houston, and wouldn't it be fun if.... Well, I was online asap, and it was done before she could change her mind! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Tuesday morning (concert day!), I had a special visitor, who set the stage for the day: I got a text telling me to open the door -- and there they were! Bon Jovi, on my doorstep! OK, it was a cheesy poster (framed!), circa 1986 -- big hair, spandex, and pouty faces. It was AWESOME! Delicia found it at a garage sale for me -- I may keep it until I die! Or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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&lt;div&gt;The actual trip to Houston had all kinds of snags and hitches; we got a late start, got stuck behind a traffic accident and missed our flight (no biggie - caught the next one, 30 minutes later!). But those snags were so much milder than the ones I envisioned; I was sure one of Delicia's kids would get sick, or someone in my family would have a crisis.... Since none of the terrible things I imagined actually happened, the minor glitches that did happen seemed like no big deal. WE GOT TO HOUSTON! Sure, we were a little late, but we still had plenty of time. &lt;/div&gt;
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The hotel was perfect -- Holiday Inn Express, one of my favorite hotels -- right across the street from the Toyota Center, where the concert was held. The excitement was building...! We glammed it up, and went for some dinner at House of Blues, which, minutes after we arrived was packed with Bon Jovi-wear-clad concert goers. Eat, go to arena, try to breathe calmly... Nope, can't do it!
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&lt;div&gt;Doors opened at 630, concert was to start at 730. I was suprised how empty the arena was at 730 -- including no band playing. Finally, about 815 the music started. And oh, man! It was everything I hoped for (realistically. I would have loved backstage passes, personally meeting the band, etc., but come on -- I live in the real world, even if I occasionally take vacations from it!)!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;In front of us were three couples who were poster children for "Why You Shouldn't Drink Alcohol at a Rock Concert." They came in warning us they would be loud and crazy, and they started out that way, but by halfway through the concert, they were too drunk to do much but sway into each other. By the end, they were bleary messes. We were coveting their camera, though -- they got some amazing pictures! Me, not so much. Delicia got some good ones for us!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;It was also cool to see the people in the audience around us. We saw people in their 60s or so, as well as teens and younger (even two babies with their familes, but that's another opinion for another post!). There was a mother-son duo, where the boy couldn't have been more than 10-12 years old. I love that there is such a multi-generational appeal. Proves their awesomnicity!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Delicia: Calm, mellow fan &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Marylynn: Rabid, maniacal fan&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;(These pictures are from the Bon Jovi website; it would have been amazingly fantastic if WE were close enough to take them, but no. Sigh. Maybe some day -- cuz this was NOT my last Bon Jovi concert!)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;So basically, it was awesome. I could say that after it was over, we used all our excitement and energy to do something really wild and fun; but here's where being... ahem ..... over 18 ... really showed. We went to bed. But, we got to sleep AS LONG AS WE WANTED TO, with no kids, spouses, jobs, or dogs waking us up -- which might have been my second favorite part of the trip -- then had a leisurely breakfast -- which NEITHER OF PREPARED. Then we LEFT OUR ROOM (kind of) A MESS, checked out, caught a taxi, and went to wait for our flight. And wait. And wait.
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&lt;div&gt;To make a long story short, instead of catching the 10 am flight to be home by noon, we ended up going through Austin to be back to Dallas by 5. Just in time for rush hour traffic. Thank goodness for friends who helped pick up the slack with carpool and watching our kids! And supportive husbands who encouraged the craziness.
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&lt;div&gt;So basically, almost everything that could go wrong on this trip did -- except for the most important thing. We saw the show. Would I do it again? I think the title of this post answers that question.....!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-4196911152857802504?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4196911152857802504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=4196911152857802504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4196911152857802504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4196911152857802504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-yes.html' title='Oh Yes!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FtYZIZQJjqU/TdWgQRfNqlI/AAAAAAAAAYw/kHI0CGSphcc/s72-c/jbj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3341797281605501367</id><published>2011-05-08T23:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:31:12.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&amp;amp;chtm=usa&amp;amp;chs=440x220&amp;amp;chf=bg,s,336699&amp;amp;chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&amp;amp;chd=s:999999999999999999999999999999&amp;amp;chld=AZCACOFLGAHIIDILIAINKSLAMEMAMTMONVNMNYNCOHOKORTNTXUTVAWAWVWY" width="440" height="220" /&gt;
visited 30 states (60%)
&lt;a href="http://douweosinga.com/projects/visited?region=usa"&gt;Create your own visited map of The United States&lt;/a&gt;


Thanks Lacy (I stole this from you!)!

Road trip, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-3341797281605501367?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3341797281605501367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3341797281605501367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3341797281605501367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3341797281605501367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/visited-30-states-60-create-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-507769907182974626</id><published>2011-05-03T08:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:43:31.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyqhdR8qB9w/TcAS_49nEOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_MiP6EJsrxk/s1600/DSCF2601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602498825280753890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyqhdR8qB9w/TcAS_49nEOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_MiP6EJsrxk/s320/DSCF2601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="left"&gt;
Sunday evening and Monday, Boone had nose problems. It would be really runny, then he'd have painful "congestion." If you don't have small children, you may not be aware that there are no more decongestants on the market for little ones (unless I'm missing one -- please, do tell if you know one!), so all I could do was give him a pain reliever and have a steamy house, with a humidifier going all the time. Like we need that in Dallas!
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
Jordan &amp;amp; I have wondered if he has allergies, because he seems to have been sickish a lot; but this didn't make sense, because we have had so much rain lately, there CAN'T be any pollen around. It was a mystery. Until about 10:30 last night. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;

During one of the painful congestion periods, Boone wanted help clearing his nose. Yeah, gross. So I did what I could, and out came... a wad of tissue. Apparently, at some point in the recent past (maybe Saturday night?), he had stuffed both nostrils full of toilet paper, for some unknown reason, then went to sleep. His body has been slowly working the foreign objects out. In about an hour, we recovered 2 more chunks (it wasn't fun, pretty, or quiet). I so hope that's all, and that he learned not to put anything in his nose! He does seem to be feeling much better. Sigh.
&lt;/p&gt;
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This kid is all boy! I am afraid to imagine what else he'll think of down the road! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-507769907182974626?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/507769907182974626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=507769907182974626' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/507769907182974626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/507769907182974626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2011/05/oh-boy.html' title='Oh Boy!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wyqhdR8qB9w/TcAS_49nEOI/AAAAAAAAAYo/_MiP6EJsrxk/s72-c/DSCF2601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3108787515462491974</id><published>2011-03-28T21:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:56:57.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goudy's Best (?) of 2010, Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just after school started for Maaike, we had a decent rainstorm. Didn't seem spectacular, but the ground must have been saturated from other moisture, because this water wouldn't soak in. In just a few hours, our local park (two blocks away!) looked like this:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJyejZIMXUM/TZFNAOQPkfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/E7i4Q11x174/s1600/DSCF2405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589333278765060594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJyejZIMXUM/TZFNAOQPkfI/AAAAAAAAAYY/E7i4Q11x174/s320/DSCF2405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this: &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2Vj1wR3t6E/TZFM_1BIJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TifD1qAcF-A/s1600/DSCF2403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589333271990773746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z2Vj1wR3t6E/TZFM_1BIJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/TifD1qAcF-A/s320/DSCF2403.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;No basketball today! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oti5U6pBBQg/TZFM_xMglaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2R9kwan0FDw/s1600/DSCF2394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589333270964770210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oti5U6pBBQg/TZFM_xMglaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2R9kwan0FDw/s320/DSCF2394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wet! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_il49aaCLhE/TZFM_v8pFnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4jNAgbCJukg/s1600/DSCF2393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589333270629783154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_il49aaCLhE/TZFM_v8pFnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/4jNAgbCJukg/s320/DSCF2393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall brings Boone's birthday and Halloween; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretty much a month-long party. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of fun, as you can see!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cupcakes:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeF6YlnkSow/TZFMMIeOxJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/i9kfI7fRzKM/s1600/DSCF2463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589332383859917970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aeF6YlnkSow/TZFMMIeOxJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/i9kfI7fRzKM/s320/DSCF2463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carving pumpkins: &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n3Vv9KBJro/TZFMMH9J20I/AAAAAAAAAXw/M0hI6SpKzAE/s1600/DSCF2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589332383721184066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2n3Vv9KBJro/TZFMMH9J20I/AAAAAAAAAXw/M0hI6SpKzAE/s320/DSCF2477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of Boone's favorite presents: &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuzYk9cQxPg/TZFML1PQz6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/a9MAyqgcnOM/s1600/DSCF2484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589332378696863650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuzYk9cQxPg/TZFML1PQz6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/a9MAyqgcnOM/s320/DSCF2484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Probably his FAVORITE present, from our friends, the Langfords. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;He LOVES tools -- all boy! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zgo_kZOUnY/TZFMLjUvaPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3SZDA7O598g/s1600/DSCF2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589332373888002290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Zgo_kZOUnY/TZFMLjUvaPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3SZDA7O598g/s320/DSCF2471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute little friend, Ryan, at Boone's party (costume, of course!):&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WDY21D03f0/TZFMLcNYTxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LS30evhCFwM/s1600/DSCF2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589332371978080018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9WDY21D03f0/TZFMLcNYTxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/LS30evhCFwM/s320/DSCF2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hybrid of Dad's costume and Boone's. Silly boy! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yS973ogf9OE/TZFLSho9q1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cQZEkLOfGy0/s1600/DSCF2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589331394183408466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yS973ogf9OE/TZFLSho9q1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/cQZEkLOfGy0/s320/DSCF2432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not my favorite costume. Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmeF0CrwCq0/TZFLSUt8hYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-Lli_EFQSlE/s1600/DSCF2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589331390714643842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmeF0CrwCq0/TZFLSUt8hYI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-Lli_EFQSlE/s320/DSCF2428.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;My two guys:&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw1mTwR-Dr4/TZFLSMmFz9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/k_KfD1Ele-8/s1600/DSCF2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589331388534214610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw1mTwR-Dr4/TZFLSMmFz9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/k_KfD1Ele-8/s320/DSCF2470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another important holdiay tradition --&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;decorating (and eating!) sugar cookies. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaJq49noeWs/TZFLRzlEzWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RAziG7Q0zKY/s1600/DSCF2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589331381819067746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaJq49noeWs/TZFLRzlEzWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RAziG7Q0zKY/s320/DSCF2485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sweet Maaike-girl! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMP-B_1MB70/TZFLRseBg9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ClB6PpXdt3A/s1600/DSCF2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589331379910443986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMP-B_1MB70/TZFLRseBg9I/AAAAAAAAAWw/ClB6PpXdt3A/s320/DSCF2488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;My spooky kids! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HH10a_v5dW8/TZFKcChL-fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/gDun9u6S4I4/s1600/DSCF2489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589330458116356594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HH10a_v5dW8/TZFKcChL-fI/AAAAAAAAAWo/gDun9u6S4I4/s320/DSCF2489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brave fireman Boone! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwzgTk94KCY/TZFKbs-7SNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XoEMujxJxlY/s1600/DSCF2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589330452335511762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gwzgTk94KCY/TZFKbs-7SNI/AAAAAAAAAWg/XoEMujxJxlY/s320/DSCF2418.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boone became very helpful (maybe too much?) this fall. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now if he'd just stay dressed... &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9meK0vOqyk/TZFKbn1lRNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ACldh3DIWOQ/s1600/DSCF2438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589330450954142930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h9meK0vOqyk/TZFKbn1lRNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ACldh3DIWOQ/s320/DSCF2438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Any excuse to play in the water! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmSJazvnkBg/TZFKbfw-0tI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qdQXYzWuoEU/s1600/DSCF2440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589330448787362514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmSJazvnkBg/TZFKbfw-0tI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/qdQXYzWuoEU/s320/DSCF2440.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;Super Helper!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGUocpzndsk/TZFIx-V584I/AAAAAAAAAWA/2Vcw8kP3jKA/s1600/DSCF2319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589328635929162626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PGUocpzndsk/TZFIx-V584I/AAAAAAAAAWA/2Vcw8kP3jKA/s320/DSCF2319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got Band Hero for Christmas, and we LOVE it! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6CVxb-qpgw/TZFKbBCkQdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3ygX4ieQGLw/s1600/DSCF2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589330440539619794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n6CVxb-qpgw/TZFKbBCkQdI/AAAAAAAAAWI/3ygX4ieQGLw/s320/DSCF2501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know this looks out of place, but this is the tree in front of our house in DECEMBER! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was reading one day, looked outside, and decided I needed a picture of this. Love it! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U02PCMsJQq0/TZFIx9DdWDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ikL0jGK_BX4/s1600/tree%2Bof%2Bflame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589328635583354930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U02PCMsJQq0/TZFIx9DdWDI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ikL0jGK_BX4/s320/tree%2Bof%2Bflame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite people! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdoI9mB1yMo/TZFIxrf-E8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2KF6lc-VBQs/s1600/my%2Bfavorite%2Bpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589328630871102402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdoI9mB1yMo/TZFIxrf-E8I/AAAAAAAAAVw/2KF6lc-VBQs/s320/my%2Bfavorite%2Bpeople.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;My awesome cousin, MaryRuth. So fun and creative! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am glad we live close enough to get &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;to know each other better &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I have almost 200 first cousins -- it's hard to know them all!)! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvouGoI0aP0/TZFIxZH_z3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/L6FPcg4i6xA/s1600/MG_and_MR_at_DR%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589328625938714482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FvouGoI0aP0/TZFIxZH_z3I/AAAAAAAAAVo/L6FPcg4i6xA/s320/MG_and_MR_at_DR%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousin Hyrum, whose family lives in Arkansas, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;came to Dallas to do some mission preparations -- &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;sounds like an excuse for a party, right? &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's in Nicaragua now. Yikes! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is almost all the Texas (and Arkansas!) Boones. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fun to have them "close"!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPqe-EWcXjk/TZFIxCP9MZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BXqyGzGrALs/s1600/With%2BChecketts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589328619798081938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hPqe-EWcXjk/TZFIxCP9MZI/AAAAAAAAAVg/BXqyGzGrALs/s320/With%2BChecketts.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;The requisite Nativity pageant, with Maaike as Magi...&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7zLBbxh3A0/TZFH9nUXLTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TvtXTC3VQrg/s1600/Wise%2BMaaike%2Bnativity%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589327736395476274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7zLBbxh3A0/TZFH9nUXLTI/AAAAAAAAAVY/TvtXTC3VQrg/s320/Wise%2BMaaike%2Bnativity%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and Boone as shepherd. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nozjMzyMOYw/TZFH9udo3XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mci-P0dvRaE/s1600/Shepherd%2BBoone%2Bnativity%2B2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589327738313432434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nozjMzyMOYw/TZFH9udo3XI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/mci-P0dvRaE/s320/Shepherd%2BBoone%2Bnativity%2B2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;This picture says at least 1000 words about my kids &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Christmas! I love it! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLN-bt86zqs/TZFH9FCXFsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5ws9P_x7ong/s1600/Santa%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589327727193167554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NLN-bt86zqs/TZFH9FCXFsI/AAAAAAAAAVI/5ws9P_x7ong/s320/Santa%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute Christmas pajamas from Grandpa Boone&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;(with help from Aunts Beth and Carrie!).&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to all the Boones for a fun-tastic party!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish we could have been with the other 30 grandkids &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;who matched on Christmas morning! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--l2zn4MeKtE/TZFH9KVs7vI/AAAAAAAAAVA/kOC7iHLw-Pg/s1600/Christmas%2BJammies%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589327728616468210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--l2zn4MeKtE/TZFH9KVs7vI/AAAAAAAAAVA/kOC7iHLw-Pg/s320/Christmas%2BJammies%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone is spoiled! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5I_4Dtp8fI/TZFH8-dH0zI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qvoJVuDR_VU/s1600/Boone%2BChristmas%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589327725426365234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g5I_4Dtp8fI/TZFH8-dH0zI/AAAAAAAAAU4/qvoJVuDR_VU/s320/Boone%2BChristmas%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that's it. 2010 was fun, with lots of ups and downs. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;We made some great memories, &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;and look forward to an even better 2011! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-354XuYB2tt8/TZFF_DMlOYI/AAAAAAAAAUw/utfTOGG3wh4/s1600/DSCF2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2KlFiNA3lpo/TZFF-5344WI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0OcE01jBiDU/s1600/With%2BChecketts.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oxUMU6ZVriA/TZFF-8Ui4qI/AAAAAAAAAUg/AWB2iiS0y-o/s1600/MG_and_MR_at_DR%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa7tq1Z3UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vfKN4JdTWMs/s1600/DSCF2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568344382556986690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa7tq1Z3UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vfKN4JdTWMs/s320/DSCF2344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa5YMjhrQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2ssvQgWM_O8/s1600/DSCF2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568341814628429058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa5YMjhrQI/AAAAAAAAAT0/2ssvQgWM_O8/s320/DSCF2285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boone became a waiter this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He would grab a notepad and pencil and say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cheeseburger? French fries?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only he could cook, too...
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa5Xygw5qI/AAAAAAAAATs/Nq9f6zG12VA/s1600/DSCF2391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568341807637522082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa5Xygw5qI/AAAAAAAAATs/Nq9f6zG12VA/s320/DSCF2391.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Potty training... still... no end in sight... sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa5XvkQ5sI/AAAAAAAAATk/Tf8BLG6Q5FA/s1600/DSCF2302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568341806846895810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa5XvkQ5sI/AAAAAAAAATk/Tf8BLG6Q5FA/s320/DSCF2302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Father's Day! We made Daddy a silly breakfast!

Which he deserved, since he worked a TON of overtime during the summer.
Poor tired Jordan!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568341036202748962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4q4sYbCI/AAAAAAAAATc/fafO2moEoNc/s320/DSCF2299.JPG" /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4pJxFR7I/AAAAAAAAATU/Cu5ExiwGHxo/s1600/DSCF2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568341006426130354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4pJxFR7I/AAAAAAAAATU/Cu5ExiwGHxo/s320/DSCF2312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent as much time as possible in the pool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We love the water!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4nVHj5zI/AAAAAAAAATM/nQSi4I_iU38/s1600/DSCF2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340975113463602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4nVHj5zI/AAAAAAAAATM/nQSi4I_iU38/s320/DSCF2315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boone got a really bad bowl haircut -- not from me!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4l81SPII/AAAAAAAAATE/22Ig6L6WHu4/s1600/DSCF2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340951414488194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4l81SPII/AAAAAAAAATE/22Ig6L6WHu4/s320/DSCF2320.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But he was a SUPER helper to mom! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4ktNHJLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/b7LmNMgQ9tQ/s1600/DSCF2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340930039588018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa4ktNHJLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/b7LmNMgQ9tQ/s320/DSCF2323.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Incognito -- who is it? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa31YQubLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vQq9zAGQjz0/s1600/DSCF2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340116963749042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa31YQubLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/vQq9zAGQjz0/s320/DSCF2325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what a teenager looks like. She's awesome!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sharing her unwrapping with her pesky brother -- I tell you! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa30xl3nBI/AAAAAAAAASs/MzKZVIMkw34/s1600/DSCF2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340106583448594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa30xl3nBI/AAAAAAAAASs/MzKZVIMkw34/s320/DSCF2326.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have said many times
"Every family should have a 13-year-old daughter;
they are so helpful and sweet!"
(I am fully aware that could change -- but I hope it doesn't!) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3ybfs5jI/AAAAAAAAASk/DOYb50T2SM0/s1600/DSCF2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340066292262450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3ybfs5jI/AAAAAAAAASk/DOYb50T2SM0/s320/DSCF2329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's only the beginning! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3w6y1sdI/AAAAAAAAASc/VqY1IT-XfOg/s1600/DSCF2330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340040334291410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3w6y1sdI/AAAAAAAAASc/VqY1IT-XfOg/s320/DSCF2330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will include an "after" photo of this present later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jordan &amp;amp; I found a great, solid wood desk that needed to be re-finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For part of her present, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she and Dad got to spend time working together to sand and stain it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then we picked out new hardware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks so nice! And it was part of our plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for a great Christmas present...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you have to wait to see that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
This next one is out of order, too -- and it is related to the first one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Curious? Hang in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't Maaike cute? I just love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568340018929858322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3vrDn9xI/AAAAAAAAASU/RQ7A5CY1DhU/s320/Maaike%2Bat%2Bgame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3DBBLfxI/AAAAAAAAASM/HtuW2Yxg3_Y/s1600/DSCF2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568339251731070738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3DBBLfxI/AAAAAAAAASM/HtuW2Yxg3_Y/s320/DSCF2334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maaike wanted an ice cream cake for her birthday, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so this is what she got!
It was a lot of work, but well worth it!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3CQE4YlI/AAAAAAAAASE/awh3MBbGlGE/s1600/DSCF2336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568339238593258066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3CQE4YlI/AAAAAAAAASE/awh3MBbGlGE/s320/DSCF2336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
OK, the two earlier pictures are from an area football game we went to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason we went was these two guys below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My cousins (brothers), Aaron and Jason play for the Utah Blaze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they happened to have a game against Dallas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They got great tickets for us, and their oldest brother, Jonathan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and his daughters, who were in town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Muhlestein cousins also came, but sat in the nosebleed section, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we chatted at halftime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a lot of fun, and even better because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the Blaze decimated the Dallas Vigilantes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Normally we would cheer for a Dallas team, but this was family, you know?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Aaron scored all but one touchdown -- 5 or 6 of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He had a great game, and it was really fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could get into local arena football -- except for the cheerleaders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Worst outfits EVER!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3CCKtEvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O8mcFKxKC2I/s1600/DSCF2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568339234859586290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3CCKtEvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/O8mcFKxKC2I/s320/DSCF2342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3BQDgUvI/AAAAAAAAARs/4APqgtK7dEQ/s1600/DSCF2351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568339221407617778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa3BQDgUvI/AAAAAAAAARs/4APqgtK7dEQ/s320/DSCF2351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My step-brother Adam got called to serve a mission in Zimbabwe (!!), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we went to his farewell, then a relaxing picnic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the park in Ucon, Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gorgeous day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2FivIbBI/AAAAAAAAARk/t2P3qqHd-m0/s1600/DSCF2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568338195630287890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2FivIbBI/AAAAAAAAARk/t2P3qqHd-m0/s320/DSCF2352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the picnic, we were off to the Rupp Family Reunion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in Northern Idaho (Lewistown).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fantastic site; great camping, beautiful water skiing area &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a nice beach for the kids, lots of fun things to do, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and of course, great people to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was sooo nice to be outside and not drip with sweat every second!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2FRPq63I/AAAAAAAAARc/CeeOXBQOii4/s1600/DSCF2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568338190934928242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2FRPq63I/AAAAAAAAARc/CeeOXBQOii4/s320/DSCF2353.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lots of skiing -- I hadn't gone in years, but I did it;
I got up with no problem and had a great time!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2FOuo-5I/AAAAAAAAARU/tjCL_ibA83c/s1600/DSCF2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568338190259518354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2FOuo-5I/AAAAAAAAARU/tjCL_ibA83c/s320/DSCF2356.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got back to Texas, we had company!
My sister, Suzanne, and her two little girls
were on their way to Florida to join Jake (husband and dad)
for law school. Jake and his brother had come through earlier
with their U-Haul and stayed the night.

Suzanne got to stay a little longer!
(But still not long enough...)
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2Dg8Tw9I/AAAAAAAAARM/Cmb_7-p_e-w/s1600/DSCF2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568338160788947922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2Dg8Tw9I/AAAAAAAAARM/Cmb_7-p_e-w/s320/DSCF2357.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Dallas Arboretum,
and it was a drizzly, warm, soggy, humid day.
But lots of fun!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2By1OnhI/AAAAAAAAARE/Z945Lvs5XYE/s1600/DSCF2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568338131231350290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa2By1OnhI/AAAAAAAAARE/Z945Lvs5XYE/s320/DSCF2358.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it m&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxfNwNkLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VYNaC0qRoiI/s1600/DSCF2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ade for great lighting!
(Soggy people in the pictures, though)
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxfNwNkLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VYNaC0qRoiI/s1600/DSCF2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568333139116134578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxfNwNkLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VYNaC0qRoiI/s320/DSCF2360.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the pictures were so gorgeous,
I just have to post them;
even though I don't have anything else to say about them!
Just, WOW! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxenj7EDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_kEyPv5SlJ0/s1600/DSCF2362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568333128864043058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxenj7EDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/_kEyPv5SlJ0/s320/DSCF2362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxevx_dAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hTchSD5WhlM/s1600/DSCF2364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568333131070534658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxevx_dAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/hTchSD5WhlM/s320/DSCF2364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxeTXYNpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0b44cKKYLr4/s1600/DSCF2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568333123442718354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxeTXYNpI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0b44cKKYLr4/s320/DSCF2367.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the end of the day, we all felt like this: &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxeJEZFRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IlOS1SGkm04/s1600/DSCF2379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568333120678728978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUaxeJEZFRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IlOS1SGkm04/s320/DSCF2379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawy_6WhhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DvZNQRO34Ek/s1600/DSCF2368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568332379486324242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawy_6WhhI/AAAAAAAAAQU/DvZNQRO34Ek/s320/DSCF2368.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawyjjQwPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/39RgLFNEpF8/s1600/DSCF2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568332371873284338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawyjjQwPI/AAAAAAAAAQM/39RgLFNEpF8/s320/DSCF2370.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawyXK7ubI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gIjS8PPDEtc/s1600/DSCF2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568332368550017458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawyXK7ubI/AAAAAAAAAQE/gIjS8PPDEtc/s320/DSCF2372.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the Arboretum, we drove by the Dallas temple and took pictures of the kids. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawyLnbjeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7y9KCm6mf5A/s1600/DSCF2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568332365448318434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawyLnbjeI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7y9KCm6mf5A/s320/DSCF2374.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I love this one of Boone confiding in his cousin Malynn! So sweet!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawx-VyYpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7VXdy-W8anE/s1600/DSCF2378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568332361884656274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUawx-VyYpI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7VXdy-W8anE/s320/DSCF2378.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that concludes this installment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of Summer 2010. On to the Fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(We're almost done -- you're doing great!)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-1703730330856317334?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1703730330856317334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=1703730330856317334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/1703730330856317334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/1703730330856317334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/goudys-best-of-2010-part-2.html' title='Goudy&apos;s Best (?) of 2010, part 2'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUa7tq1Z3UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vfKN4JdTWMs/s72-c/DSCF2344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-8715943544543720186</id><published>2011-01-30T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:34:54.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goudy's Best (?) of 2010, part 1</title><content type='html'>OK, 2010 was a bad blogging year for me. I even had a fan (hee hee!) ask me to post something new, which was really a surprise. I didn't think anyone was actually reading this...! Guess I'd better straighten up this year! I plan to post at least one entry per month (lofty goal, I know!), and I am starting as close to the end of the first month as possible. Not a strategy, I just almost broke that goal THAT FAST! &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;
So, I wanted to post some of my favorite pictures from 2010, because in retrospect, it was a fun year. We did some new things, made some new friends, and had some new adventures. We're hoping to build on that and make 2011 even better! Here is my first entry, documenting the first few months of the year (we started out slow, but I promise we improved: more pictures, more fun, all that jazz).
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already posted about my plane ride that ended in disaster; that was in January. Luckily, the year got a lot better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Boone was a source of funny pictures all year (Maaike was too grown-up, most of the time); sometimes intentionally, sometimes not. Here we have "Sweet Dreams" -- what do you think he's cookin' up with my bamboo spatula? And how about the baseball cap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZGH_OQCRI/AAAAAAAAANY/oUd12qC5kwQ/s1600/sweet%2Bdreams.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568215092334430482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZGH_OQCRI/AAAAAAAAANY/oUd12qC5kwQ/s320/sweet%2Bdreams.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little later, I went to a seminar thing (I love seminar things!), and saw my sweet cousin who lives an hour or so away. Here is the documentation:
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZFfipVFwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/60nzwkJ202k/s1600/MG%2Band%2BMR%2Bat%2BDR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568214397468612354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZFfipVFwI/AAAAAAAAANQ/60nzwkJ202k/s320/MG%2Band%2BMR%2Bat%2BDR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a slow start to the year, we made a Spring Break trip to South Padre Island. The weather was warm(a titch windy at times, but it's the beach, you know?), the water comfortablly coolish, and the beach almost empty. Onthe way home, though, there was a string of cars for 8 miles! Apparently, we left just before the Holy Week celebrations, when thousands of the nearby Mexican Catholics come to commemorate one of the holiest holidays in Christianity by surfing, eating, sunburning, drinking... Who am I to judge, though -- look what we all do to Christmas?

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZLXoWS3aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8k99g6apdD8/s1600/DSCF2261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220858630200738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZLXoWS3aI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8k99g6apdD8/s320/DSCF2261.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Boone loves the ocean!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIpNPldsI/AAAAAAAAANw/AQDUOvSIJ74/s1600/DSCF2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568217862057064130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIpNPldsI/AAAAAAAAANw/AQDUOvSIJ74/s320/DSCF2255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maaike and her boogie board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIpQHDe5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/b-Tl2u1JGro/s1600/DSCF2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568217862826589074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIpQHDe5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/b-Tl2u1JGro/s320/DSCF2258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wipeout!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIo5PHtWI/AAAAAAAAANo/znKhXnhzXAs/s1600/DSCF2253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568217856686404962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIo5PHtWI/AAAAAAAAANo/znKhXnhzXAs/s320/DSCF2253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sand castles, perfect temperatures
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIosf1NoI/AAAAAAAAANg/HT91oXcbEMw/s1600/DSCF2252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568217853266835074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZIosf1NoI/AAAAAAAAANg/HT91oXcbEMw/s320/DSCF2252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Never turn your back... on Dad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZLXmcoGiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KACQQu2UtFQ/s1600/DSCF2267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568220858119887394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZLXmcoGiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KACQQu2UtFQ/s320/DSCF2267.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Any trip that ends with ice cream is our favorite!
It was a great trip, and we made some fun memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll be back, for sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, Easter... Time for new clothes, and candy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZM_GlAmpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c5V0FGcWOO8/s1600/DSCF2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568222636271508114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZM_GlAmpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/c5V0FGcWOO8/s320/DSCF2277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dyeing eggs.....
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZM_gPF04I/AAAAAAAAAOo/7KigVmkrB-c/s1600/DSCF2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568222643158897538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZM_gPF04I/AAAAAAAAAOo/7KigVmkrB-c/s320/DSCF2282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZM_R6nFtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/q9FO4rliFxg/s1600/DSCF2280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568222639314900690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZM_R6nFtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/q9FO4rliFxg/s320/DSCF2280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... hunting for eggs, and eating candy......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNZP9R0jI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ReewroFKcJw/s1600/DSCF2293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568223085465817650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNZP9R0jI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ReewroFKcJw/s320/DSCF2293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNY2aO0nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XlI-qKJLuVk/s1600/DSCF2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568223078607934066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNY2aO0nI/AAAAAAAAAO4/XlI-qKJLuVk/s320/DSCF2290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNABxuFII/AAAAAAAAAOw/tD8gqQEIzUk/s1600/DSCF2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568222652162512002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNABxuFII/AAAAAAAAAOw/tD8gqQEIzUk/s320/DSCF2289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spending time with cousins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and did I mention eating candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNZAuZNkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/I2ZEKnqJyeE/s1600/DSCF2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568223081376855618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZNZAuZNkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/I2ZEKnqJyeE/s320/DSCF2298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maaike hid all the eggs, and then hid from the camera. Funny girl!&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;OK, so we're up through April 2010. That's about all I can do in one sitting! If you made it to the end of this, thanks for sticking it out. I love sharing pictures of my family and remembering good times together -- I just have to DO IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you next month! ;-)
&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-8715943544543720186?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8715943544543720186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=8715943544543720186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8715943544543720186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8715943544543720186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2011/01/ok-2010-was-bad-blogging-year-for-me.html' title='Goudy&apos;s Best (?) of 2010, part 1'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZGH_OQCRI/AAAAAAAAANY/oUd12qC5kwQ/s72-c/sweet%2Bdreams.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-7250496088490052859</id><published>2010-09-22T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T09:07:29.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Even 9am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TJoLbndNY3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/i0bS3DllikQ/s1600/FiremanSam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519736862371832690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TJoLbndNY3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/i0bS3DllikQ/s320/FiremanSam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Here is what Boone and I have done so far today:


&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Put his "fire clothes" on (his Halloween costume/new favorite thing)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take them off&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Repeat 4-5 times for no apparent reason (practice?)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read the thrilling book, "Fire Trucks in Action"&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read it again&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Go out to the van and sit and pretend it's a firetruck and we are going to fight a fire (Boone really wanted me to drive him to a fire, but alas, I was in my pajamas and had no car keys. Maybe tomorrow...)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Currently watching the fascinating movie "All About Firetrucks."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is going to be a long day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-7250496088490052859?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7250496088490052859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=7250496088490052859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7250496088490052859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7250496088490052859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-even-9am.html' title='It&apos;s Not Even 9am!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TJoLbndNY3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/i0bS3DllikQ/s72-c/FiremanSam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-2220648914425766824</id><published>2010-04-30T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:13:25.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Time of Year Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXCh1URdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pEd6uPRnKMg/s1600/IMG_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXCKHm_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/j872PuEMTwk/s1600/IMG_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465917529843498386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXCKHm_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/j872PuEMTwk/s320/IMG_0954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXCh1URdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pEd6uPRnKMg/s1600/IMG_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465917536209225170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXCh1URdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/pEd6uPRnKMg/s320/IMG_0978.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXBa3Jr3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/nbyF-DBVyHs/s1600/IMG_0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465917517158002546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXBa3Jr3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/nbyF-DBVyHs/s320/IMG_0946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;div&gt;Taking pictures of children in the Texas Bluebells/Bluebonnets is an annual tradition, and it is not uncommon in the month of April to see cars parked illegally/dangerously on the side of busy roads, while parents hurriedly take pictures of their children all dolled up. If this sounds judgmental, it shouldn't: I saw the perfect (illegal/dangerous!) place to take the annual picture; if my kids had been dolled up and I'd had my camera, I probably would have justified a quick shot myself! However, thanks to being unprepared, I refrained from illegal activity (that counts, right?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, I had a friend with a good camera and great style offer (!!!) to photograph my kids in a safe, legal setting that she knew of. The pictures turned out so well, I thought I'd share them with you here. Enjoy, and know that no laws were broken -- this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-2220648914425766824?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2220648914425766824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=2220648914425766824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2220648914425766824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2220648914425766824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That Time of Year Again'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S9rXCKHm_ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/j872PuEMTwk/s72-c/IMG_0954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-2882897105602080923</id><published>2010-03-24T07:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:43:02.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring Break'/><title type='text'>We Are Figuring Things Out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S6oGv7MQk6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6idumOV-qGE/s1600/dscf2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452177719298134946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S6oGv7MQk6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6idumOV-qGE/s320/dscf2278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S6oGweLqiFI/AAAAAAAAAME/s4lqfS24n1o/s1600/dscf2312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452177728690882642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S6oGweLqiFI/AAAAAAAAAME/s4lqfS24n1o/s320/dscf2312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
Last year for Spring Break, we had big travel plans. After sitting in the airport for way too long, we realized that there are a LOT of people in the DFW area, and most of them were trying to get out of town. Bad time to fly standby! So now we know that March is the time to enjoy our little corner of Texas -- and this year we did! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of course, Jordan had to work EVERY SINGLE DAY, but we worked it out. He had the afternoon shift, so we played hard every morning. When it was time for him to go to work, Boone took a nap, and Maaike and I read or vegged out together. And sometimes we shopped in the afternooon (not Jordan's favorite thing!). It was a really nice week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;Some of the fun things we did were a trip to the Dallas Zoo (I know, the Ft. Worth Zoo is better, everything is crowded for Spring Break, etc. Well, Smartie Pants, we only had a portion of the day so we went to the closer zoo, and ya know what? It was fun. We rode the monorail, which beats the heck out of FWZ's lame train, saw tons of animals, and when we left at 1, there was a line of cars 2 miles long to get in, so even though there were plenty of people, it wasn't bad and we beat the rush. Oh, and the weather was PERFECT!), finding a new park with a really fun trail system, and some other stuff that I forgot to take my camera to do so I forgot it even happened (yes, I'm getting old!). I do remember we went to Bahama Bucks and Potbellys, two of our favorite places, and I bought a great black and white jacket that I LOVE at Talbot's season clearance. Yay me!


I also remember that after 5 days of gorgeous weather, we had SNOW on the weekend. Thank you Texas! It was gone quickly, and the weather has been perfect again. In fact, last night we had the whole evening al fresco; J grilled some perfectly marinated chicken, and I fixed asparagus, Cheddar rice, and a fruit and yogurt dish, which we ate on our porch. Afterwards, we took a bike ride to the park. Such a great night! Love love love Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-2882897105602080923?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2882897105602080923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=2882897105602080923' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2882897105602080923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2882897105602080923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-figuring-things-out.html' title='We Are Figuring Things Out!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S6oGv7MQk6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/6idumOV-qGE/s72-c/dscf2278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-2310521699372072614</id><published>2010-03-04T07:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:48:03.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Family in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S4-3GhtZFJI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wy_o-MR3QRE/s1600-h/IMGP3475%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444771797270074514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S4-3GhtZFJI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wy_o-MR3QRE/s320/IMGP3475%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I stole this picture from my cousin's blog; I figure she would have let me do that, but I didn't actually ask her.  Thanks/sorry, Maren!

Anyway, this is many of my "local" family members, together for a special event.  One of my cousins, Hyrum (the tallest one!), and his family live in the corner of Arkansas, but came to Dallas in preparation for his mission to Nicaragua (!!).  It was fun to be together in the temple with so many family members, and great to have them come to our home for a meal and a visit.  We are missing Jordan who was at work; Mary Ruth and her boys (Joey at work, Buddy sick); and Christine and her husband, who recently moved to Texas.  Also baby Nicholas.  Why wasn't he in the picture?  Probably sleeping.  So fun to see them all! 

In case anyone is wondering, their names are (back row, l to r):  Sean and Rebekah Packard; Martha, Hyrum, Benson, and McKay Checketts.  Front row: Joseph and Maren Muhlestein, me with Maaike and Boone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-2310521699372072614?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2310521699372072614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=2310521699372072614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2310521699372072614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2310521699372072614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/family-in-texas.html' title='Family in Texas'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S4-3GhtZFJI/AAAAAAAAALs/Wy_o-MR3QRE/s72-c/IMGP3475%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-8390260918624115822</id><published>2010-03-03T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:19:44.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S480tM2kN6I/AAAAAAAAALk/ZpJfi7wAm4U/s1600-h/Chrysanthemum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444628425663068066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S480tM2kN6I/AAAAAAAAALk/ZpJfi7wAm4U/s320/Chrysanthemum.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Today I was so tired of life. Not like, end-it-all tired of life, just tired and bored with MY current life, in need of a way to shake things up, inject some fabulous-ness. I went looking for cheap inspiration (maybe throw pillows for the couch?) at Target, and planned two other quick shops then a nice long run-walk at the park -- because the weather was really fabulous today. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;All I came home with was a case of diapers, another black skirt (I am soooo tired of black!), a box of Teddy Grahams, and a whiny baby. Boone had his &lt;strong&gt;worst tantrum ever&lt;/strong&gt; in the fitting room, and no amount of fruit snacks, bandaids, chap stick, or lotion (yes, that's every bribe in my purse, folks) could placate him. So we whisked ourselves through the checkout, went home and fed the kid lunch at 10:30 am, and put him right down for a nap. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;And that is why my life is still unfabulous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-8390260918624115822?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8390260918624115822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=8390260918624115822' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8390260918624115822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8390260918624115822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S480tM2kN6I/AAAAAAAAALk/ZpJfi7wAm4U/s72-c/Chrysanthemum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-8167957176952366361</id><published>2010-01-12T08:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:06:51.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grossest Mile</title><content type='html'>Really? Two months since my last post? That's bad, even for me! If I thought I would do it, I would make a New Year's Resolution to do better; but why set myself up for disappointment? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this weekend provided an experience too blog-worthy to pass up! It was one of the worst mothering experiences I have ever been through -- those always make great blog posts! It involved my two-year-old, a crowded airplane, and copious amounts of vomit. 'Nuff said? Of course I was sitting by a total stranger; fortunately he was very kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The end result is the pictures here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S0yNwQNbFlI/AAAAAAAAALc/nomVK3Izxu4/s1600-h/vomit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425867511199110738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S0yNwQNbFlI/AAAAAAAAALc/nomVK3Izxu4/s320/vomit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S0yNwAOERRI/AAAAAAAAALU/mcfLmPbgy-E/s1600-h/Booney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425867506906842386" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S0yNwAOERRI/AAAAAAAAALU/mcfLmPbgy-E/s320/Booney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boone looks cute in my sweater-coat (love the plunging neckline!), but the real style maven is me.  After rinsing my hair and white (of course!) shirt in the lavatory sink, I got a little creative.  I just COULD NOT put on the still smelly, wet shirt, especially without a sweater to cover myself.  Luckily, Jordan was wearing his suit coat, and handed it over upon request.  The shirt went in the bag with Boone's stinky clothes, my long skirt became a dress, and Jordan's jacket covered my shoulders.  I felt pretty silly, but the flight attendant told me I looked "a little hot."  Compared to...?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I bravely wore my "hot" outfit home.  Luckily (?) it was very late at night, and we didn't run into anyone we knew.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best news is that Boone hasn't been sick since, and I got a great (albeit disgusting) story!&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/6542790199299567142-8167957176952366361?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8167957176952366361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=8167957176952366361' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8167957176952366361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8167957176952366361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/grossest-mile.html' title='The Grossest Mile'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/S0yNwQNbFlI/AAAAAAAAALc/nomVK3Izxu4/s72-c/vomit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-8696835213086433626</id><published>2009-11-04T14:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:44:04.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What a Month</title><content type='html'>There are still boxes in the garage to be sorted, but I think we're finally moved in to our new place. It has been an interesting change -- almost all good.

The biggest bad thing is that Maaike's new school doesn't offer orchestra classes, so her career as a violinist is over before it began. She is finding solace in tennis and choir, and likes school almost every day. She is a good babysitter and works hard to keep her grades up. She got to act in a roadshow (remember those? No? Ask someone old, like me, about them!) and loved it.

Boone's biggest event of the month was turning two. He has really changed from a baby to a little boy; so weird how that seems to happen overnight. He looks more grown up, and has quite a vocabulary. He is the owner of a new potty chair, which he loves to look at, but not really use.



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Jordan and I are busy with boring things (we're not bored, but you would be if we told you about it, so...) . I am still teaching Institute classes and he still works crazy schedules at Southwest. Our ward just got rearranged, so there may be some changes at church, but we are plugging away.

This sounds like a newsletter, and it kind of is, I guess. It's mostly so that I can remember that I have a blog and how to use it. When we moved here, we had to wait to get DSL for a few weeks (the other bad thing about the move!), and were back on dial-up. Our elderly computer + dial-up = don't even bother turning the computer on! Then, when we were assured we had DSL, we had all kinds of bugs slowing us down. I think we are now ready to go high-speed again. Right after I answer the 200+ messages in my inbox...

Our new neighborhood is very family-oriented and having a yard feeds my soul. We are enjoying biking and walking and being outside in the beautiful Texas fall weather. Hope your fall is beautiful, too (those of you in Idaho, sorry it's already over!;-)).

So that's it; write back soon! xoxoxo JMMB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-8696835213086433626?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8696835213086433626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=8696835213086433626' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8696835213086433626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8696835213086433626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-what-month.html' title='Oh What a Month'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SvHnL0NtE0I/AAAAAAAAALM/Zri4jGfPRc0/s72-c/happy+birthday+Boone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3146157089011452499</id><published>2009-09-18T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:00:17.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need to Escape!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SrRXOVCN3SI/AAAAAAAAALE/8v27I1vMp_w/s1600-h/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383023358290812194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SrRXOVCN3SI/AAAAAAAAALE/8v27I1vMp_w/s320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Great Escape Meme: Important Things You Didn't Know About Me&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;1. If you could escape to anywhere in the world where would it be? A 2-3 week cruise to Italy/Greece/Turkey. Love cruises, want to see the Mediterranean! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;2. What song do you play when you are by yourself in the car? Bon Jovi -- and sometimes I swing my hair around!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;3. If you had a night to yourself, and money was no object, what would you do? Go to a great high-end restaurant and museum exhibit.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;4. What is your guilty pleasure? Reading a great book while ignoring housework.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;5. What is the farthest place you have traveled away from your home? Guam.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;6. Last book that you couldn't put down? Ethan Frome, by Edith Wharton -- less than 100 pages, quick easy read.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;7. When you want to escape into another time, what movie do you watch? First Wives Club -- love that show (it is a 90's flick; that's another time, right?)!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;8. What is your favorite local escape? I like to go to Barnes and Noble, get a stack of books, a comfy chair, and a water bottle. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;9. How do you escape on a budget? Get on the treadmill with my MP3 player -- it's another world.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;10. Best food you've ever had while on vacation? On Cozumel, Jordan &amp;amp; I rented a scooter and rode all around the island; stopped at a beach restaurant ate very fresh snapper. Delicious!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Anyone else want to answer these fun questions? &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/6542790199299567142-3146157089011452499?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3146157089011452499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3146157089011452499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3146157089011452499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3146157089011452499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-to-escape.html' title='I Need to Escape!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SrRXOVCN3SI/AAAAAAAAALE/8v27I1vMp_w/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-9196145918916420850</id><published>2009-09-09T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:25:37.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar and spice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teen spirit'/><title type='text'>Her Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sqh_V9EzYtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jSMa3UuHLz4/s1600-h/flour+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379689770042745554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sqh_V9EzYtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jSMa3UuHLz4/s320/flour+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
“Mom, I thought you’d be on&lt;em&gt; my&lt;/em&gt; side,” were the words that tugged at my heart tonight. My sweet little pre-teen (“tween” is the term, I guess) girl has had more than her share of angst and drama in the last year. She has been a trouper through it all, but at times her heart has been hurt. I have tried to be ‘on her side’ and to stand up and fight for her when things have been too much for her to bear alone. I want her to know that she is worth my time, energy, and ferocity; that I love her no matter what, and that she is a priceless blessing in my life.

Today’s disappointment seemed like the chance to help her understand that everyone has to work hard, and sometimes not be the belle of the ball, figuratively speaking. Everyone should get a chance to try their best, but life isn’t fair and winning the prize every time doesn’t happen for anyone. (By the way, we have had this conversation before!) But tonight’s teary response made me wonder if I’m doing this Mom thing right.

When I was five, my family moved to a new town. Weeks later, I started Kindergarten, and I had a rough adjustment. The other kids had known each other for years, and I was the New Girl. Many nights, I would cry in bed, and my Mother would come get me and take me to the couch, where she would hold me, cry with me, and tell me she loved me, and that things would be OK. And they were; I made some very good friends. But mostly I treasure those memories, because I never questioned whether she was on my side. She died when I was 15, but I know she’s still on my side.

Does my little girl really wonder whose side I am on? I hope it’s just a little tiredness on her part. I would hate to think there was any question in her mind; at the same time, I want her to gain some empathy, learn to work hard for her goals, etc. Is that so wrong?

How do you show your children that you are on their side?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-9196145918916420850?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9196145918916420850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=9196145918916420850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/9196145918916420850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/9196145918916420850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/her-side.html' title='Her Side'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sqh_V9EzYtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jSMa3UuHLz4/s72-c/flour+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-339859195540764705</id><published>2009-08-19T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:11:50.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sistahs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here they are -- my wonderful sisters and (a few of the many reasons) why I love them:
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Beth &lt;/span&gt;is generous, hard-working, and efficient. While the rest of us were lounging around, she was cleaning the cabin to make things easy for us to leave the next day. She’s a problem-solver, and not afraid to do hard things; when we were a little short on 4-wheelers, she rode the motorcycle instead. She is also a very competitive game player, and a lot of fun to be with. Her 3 daughters are extremely polite and fun to be around.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox21whXGEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvGrAH7iEIA/s1600-h/beth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799121476130882" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox21whXGEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvGrAH7iEIA/s320/beth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kristen&lt;/span&gt; is quite possibly the most enthusiastic person in the world. No matter what trials life hands her, she makes lemonade, plus whole wheat bread, and a vegetable salad from her garden. She is never sad (I am sure that can‘t be true, but I have never seen her anything but laughing), and the thing she loves most in the world is her husband and 5 children. It is impossible to be unhappy around Kristen, so if you really want to sulk, you must avoid her.



&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox22W4_FkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9BtgLYjC_h0/s1600-h/kristen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799131775768130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox22W4_FkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9BtgLYjC_h0/s320/kristen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kristen with her little Lucy&lt;/span&gt;

Hands down, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aura &lt;/span&gt;is one of the most talented people I know. She can sew anything, cook anything, decorate her 3 children's’ rooms like a pro, and is sharp as a tack. She asks thoughtful questions, and doesn’t forget the answers, so when someone needs to know, for example, how to tell the difference between a diamondback rattlesnake and a regular rattlesnake, she will remember a chat she had with an old cowboy from Montana and give you the answer (that didn't really happen, by the way -- as far as I know!). Every family needs an Aura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Camera shy? Still looking for a picture of Aura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;
Whether &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt; was born with all the skills to become a journalist, or whether she developed the ability to be inquisitive while studying to be a journalist is unclear; but the fact of the matter is that when you talk to Lucy, you will end up talking way too much about yourself (or is it just me?). She is so good at turning attention away from herself, it’s a little spooky. She is also incredibly frugal and wise with money, while being one of the most generous gift-givers I know. She and Brad are raising their 3 children well together in the Idaho mountains.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox223YkbNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/At1PT5K1iqI/s1600-h/lu+and+jess+dirty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799140498173138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox223YkbNI/AAAAAAAAAKM/At1PT5K1iqI/s320/lu+and+jess+dirty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They might kill me for this, but this is Jessie and Lucy after four-wheeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jessie&lt;/span&gt; knows how to have fun; it may even be her middle name. She loves to play games; she is a non-stop tease, and can be the silliest person in the room, then the next minute she’ll become SuperMom. She can whip out 12 dozen rolls like it’s the easiest thing in the world. She truly makes homemaking look easy, and I know that it isn’t. Her husband and 3 children are very lucky, and they know it.
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox23vZuxpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hoPPnUCBqB8/s1600-h/lu+and+jess+clean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799155535431314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox23vZuxpI/AAAAAAAAAKU/hoPPnUCBqB8/s320/lu+and+jess+clean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are Lucy and Jessie cleaned up =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
If there was a Good Sport award in our family, it would go to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Theresa.&lt;/span&gt; She is probably the sister-in-law least likely to fit in easily, most likely to throw her heart and soul into the effort, and she has succeeded beyond belief. She came from a much more arty/
cultural background than the rest of us, and wasn’t involved in sports at all. Marrying my brother, though, she has learned! She is willing to try anything, and puts her hear in it. She is quiet and sweet, but can fight like a tiger for her husband and 3 children when the need arises.

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox24HJz66I/AAAAAAAAAKc/xP234cLEBPo/s1600-h/theresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799161911110562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox24HJz66I/AAAAAAAAAKc/xP234cLEBPo/s320/theresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Theresa and Rett (only nursing babies allowed!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
If you need something done, ask &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Carrie.&lt;/span&gt; When the idea of a Sisters’ Trip came up, she whipped into action, and within 2 hours (give or take!), had the whole trip organized, planning location, meals, activities, and ideas for fun. Carrie comes across as tough and competent -- which she is -- but has a heart as soft and sweet as marshmallow. She is expecting #2, and it doesn’t slow her down at all.

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox3mf9PCJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LgixBuS9yCE/s1600-h/carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799958843230354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox3mf9PCJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LgixBuS9yCE/s320/carrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carrie (pregnant) and Me (not)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Suzanne&lt;/span&gt; continues to surprise me. She is easily one of the quietest of the group, but she has talents none of the rest of us have, much to our appreciation! She was the one who fixed things that broke, got the 4-wheeler started without the key, pumped up all the rafts and inner tubes, and generally evened out the bumps that came up on our weekend. And did I mention that if she doesn’t want to be thrown in the river, it will not happen? Her two little girls keep her busy when there’s no Girls’ Trip and softball is in the off season.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox3mw8itxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JKeePybX13w/s1600-h/suzanne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799963403728658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox3mw8itxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/JKeePybX13w/s320/suzanne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suzanne with Sharon and Cami; Lucy and Theresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; came all the way from China for our trip -- and a few other things. We miss her and her family, including #2 who is on the way. But we did get them in the country for most of the summer. Cami is very tender-hearted and loyal; you simply can’t say anything that could seem mean about her family. She is also one of the most focused, intense people I know, and she continually pushes herself to do better. She hates attention, though. So when she wins a marathon, and the trophy shows up in the mail because she didn’t stick around to collect it, you’d better be there when the mail comes, or you’ll never know. She may have crates of trophies under her bed!

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox3n2EFlsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SVFVy6tMwoQ/s1600-h/cami+and+sharon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371799981957420738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox3n2EFlsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/SVFVy6tMwoQ/s320/cami+and+sharon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cami (pregnant) with Sharon, Theresa with baby Rett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
New this trip, I got to know 2 of my half sisters, Dawn and Sharon. They were both born after I moved to college, so I only see them a few times a year, but here's what I know about them:

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dawn&lt;/span&gt; is a people magnet. When Cami got married, I watched how all of Paul's little brothers and sisters, total strangers for about 5 minutes, gathered around her. She really makes friends easily and is kind to all.

&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sharon&lt;/span&gt; is quiet and thoughtful. She is very creative; when my little boy was born, Sharon designed and sewed a matching fleece jacket, hat, and blanket. That little duck blanket is Boone's very favorite right now. He loves it, and I am reminded every naptime how much I appreciate that gift from Sharon.


So there we have it. Am I lucky or what? There are many things I left out, I'm sure. I hope all of my sisters, by birth or not, know how much I enjoy them and that my life is better because of them. Thanks for a great trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-339859195540764705?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/339859195540764705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=339859195540764705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/339859195540764705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/339859195540764705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/here-they-are-my-wonderful-sisters-and.html' title='My Sistahs!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sox21whXGEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/TvGrAH7iEIA/s72-c/beth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3344588592876023340</id><published>2009-08-16T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:45:45.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Trip!</title><content type='html'>My sisters are the best anywhere. Sorry to the rest of you, but it’s true. And when I say sisters, that includes my four sisters-in-law, who could have chosen differently, but are stuck with us now. Good for us, too bad for you! :)



The reason I bring this up is not to gloat but to report on my recent Sisters’ Trip adventures. We had so much fun! We went to a cabin in beautiful Star Valley, Wyoming, and here is what we did:


Most of the gals were there on Wednesday, but I wasn’t so I’ll let them report on their own blogs -- oh yeah, they don’t have blogs! Guess they're stuck with what I write!


(My) Day 1:
hiked a good-sized mountain
rode 4-wheelers
floated down a river/creek
(all before lunch!)
watched a chick flick/napped
jogged or hiked or rode 4-wheelers some more
ate (a lot of) really good food
played games until 1 am
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SoimO6PBFyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cZQBI_ztQQw/s1600-h/breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370725330719938338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SoimO6PBFyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cZQBI_ztQQw/s320/breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Breakfast time! Beautiful cabin, gorgeous mountain, perfect weather, good company...


&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SoimPenATsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tI9l-By81WU/s1600-h/funnybones+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370725340484226754" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SoimPenATsI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tI9l-By81WU/s320/funnybones+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Funnybones game -- hysterical!  Suzanne (left) has the prettiest hair, but she never
leaves it down! Nice sunburnned scalp, huh?  Not sure who wore the cute PJs on the right.

Day 2:
woke up early(ish) and cleaned the cabin then drove to Idaho to raft the mighty Snake River (saw 2 moose, a pelican, several hawks, etc.)
got 12 women cleaned up and ready to go to dinner and a play in less than 30 minutes (that may be the most amazing part of the trip!)
ate the dinner and saw the play
went to our homes (or to borrowed homes) to bed too late, but happy


Day 3:
Went to see niece #5 (Anna) get baptized. Almost the whole family was there and at the lunch afterwards, and it was such a sweet time. Anna looked so sweet and innocent and happy, and I loved watching my family interact with each other. Not having my own husband and kids there made me a little sad, but also let me spy on the others freely. Oh the things I could tell you!


I am so happy to have the family that I do; even when we drive each other crazy, we forgive and love readily. I hope that is always the case. I miss seeing them as often as I used to, since we moved to Texas, but maybe that makes me appreciate them all the more.




&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SoikW01iM0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Qb56sEUzp5I/s1600-h/most+of+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370723267686576962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SoikW01iM0I/AAAAAAAAAJk/Qb56sEUzp5I/s320/most+of+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(This is most of the family. I counted 18 people missing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but there are at least 4 in there who are not technically family) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
 &lt;/div&gt;
Because I love them, I have written a little tribute to each of my sisters, and I will post it (with their pictures!) tomorrow. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-3344588592876023340?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3344588592876023340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3344588592876023340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3344588592876023340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3344588592876023340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-trip.html' title='Girls&apos; Trip!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SoimO6PBFyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/cZQBI_ztQQw/s72-c/breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3063670427626241808</id><published>2009-08-10T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:42:47.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friends I Want to Have and Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_4qwVLqt9Q&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_4qwVLqt9Q&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;

This is so rich and beautiful that it brought a lump to my throat and a tear to my eye.  Love my middle friends!  Enjoy!

(I wish I could embed this.  Guess I need the kind of friend that can teach me that, too.  :-) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-3063670427626241808?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3063670427626241808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3063670427626241808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3063670427626241808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3063670427626241808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/08/friends-i-want-to-have-and-be.html' title='The Friends I Want to Have and Be'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3870196216744433666</id><published>2009-07-30T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:24:20.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Light Summer Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SnIIKmwxB6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/b7XBgb_kNf8/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364359084448483234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SnIIKmwxB6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/b7XBgb_kNf8/s320/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(This is an actual picture of the library books stacked on my dresser a few days ago!)

Due to popular demand (3 people asked!), here is a sample of what I am reading this summer and how I like it:

Anna Karenina:  I'm not really reading it, because I read it 2 years ago, and it is long and depressing, and I didn't like it enough to read twice; but my book club is reading it, so I have read lots of commentary, and thought about it quite a bit.  Certainly worth reading once, especially if you are trapped in a blizzard alone with nothing else to read.  :)

Cold Sassy Tree:  I didn't think I would like this, but I kept hearing how good it was, so I finally picked it up.  Once I actually started reading it, I liked it a lot.  It reminded me a little of the Great Brain books I read in elementary school, and a little of Virginia and my mission.  Very vivid characters, good reading.  I am now reading the sequel, Leaving Cold Sassy.  @ chapters in, and enjoying!

Julie and Julia: by Julie Powell, major motion picture -- you probably heard about like I did.  Don't read it unless you are very different from me.  It's a fun concept, with good writing, but I just couldn't finish it because I was too offended and disgusted.  As you probably know, Powell decides to spend a year making every single recipe in Julia Child's famous cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking.  Unfortunately, she has a vocabulary worse than any sailor I know, and hates Republicans (I often am offended and disgusted with them, too, but I am one, and don't appreciate her very biased opinions).  Skip it; unless you are a vulgar Democrat!  But dangit, I wanted to see the movie!  Did anyone see it?  Was it better than the book?  Do I want to give this woman any more money/credibility by paying to see it? 

In the Gospel Net:  My dad started telling me about John A. Widtsoe, a fascinating person, so I borrowed one of the books he wrote about his mother (I really wanted to read one about Widtsoe himself, but the book has gone missing.  Hopefully it will find itself).  It's um... a dated style, very slow-moving.  Did you know Norway has more than 4000 islands?  I hope that's not the most interesting part of the book.

Talent is Overrated:  Did you know that hard work and talent are not the reason some people are so good at what they do?  For a minute, that idea gave me hope that some day I could be brilliant at something.  Turns out that the answer to world-class performance is "deliberate practice."  So, even though I'm not sure what that means exactly, I'm pretty sure I'm not doing it. 

Curse as Dark as Gold:  A recommendation from a friend (thanks Melia!), it's a re-telling of the Rumplestiltskin story.  Very dark, and sometimes I wanted to shake the heroine, but I did enjoy it.  The end really ties things in the old story together well, I thought. 

Becoming a Great Gospel Teacher:  I am teaching Institute, a weekly gospel class for 18-30 year-old adults, and although I have been teaching for several years, I am excited to learn new things to improve myself (there are so many things to do better...!).  I really like this book, and think it's great for anyone who teaches almost any age.  Maybe not JUNIOR Primary, but Senior Primary. 

I am also skimming books on the unrelated topics of parenting two-year-olds and breeding dogs.  Because my little boy suddenly developed a temper, and someday we want to have puppies.  Maybe.

How about you?  What is your best book of the summer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-3870196216744433666?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3870196216744433666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3870196216744433666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3870196216744433666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3870196216744433666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-light-summer-reading.html' title='Some Light Summer Reading'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SnIIKmwxB6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/b7XBgb_kNf8/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-6239835032059535945</id><published>2009-07-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:20:18.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, [She's] a Star!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted this because I have been trying to get a technical tutorial to show me how to link video and text to my blog. If anyone reading this knows how, please help!

&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, 2 months ago (!!!), my daughter was on TV, and I haven't even mentioned it to anyone, really. Shame on me! What's the point of a blog, if not to brag about your children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there we were in Boise, Idaho on Mother's Day weekend for the Susan J. Komen Race for the Cure. It's a little 5K run my sisters and I have been doing since 2001, sometimes in force, sometimes not so much. One year, my eloquent sister Lucy was interviewed for the local nightly news (!!). This year was not a great turn out, but my baby sister Cami came. Cami is currently living in China, and I haven't seen her for awhile, so I was anxious to go. Beth and Aura were there from Idaho Falls, and my cousins Lori and Kristy, who live in Boise, plus a Boise friend, Tracy. It was a fun group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As the race was winding down we were minding our business at the finish line, when Michelle, the local news anchor, saunters over with her pink and gold microphone, to talk to Maaike! Apparently my girl looked like the best bet for a good story; she wasn't sweaty, anyway! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Michelle asked her some inane question, "why are you here?" or something, and Maaike gave a very good answer. She talked about losing her grandma to breast cancer (which is why we run it int he first place), and that she thinks it's important to do research to stop cancer, etc. She did a great job, and was quite poised. She's a natural! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353693308889071378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Skwjswi3_xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hCe223zYiVE/s320/mstar1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here, Michelle does the preliminary chat before introducing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE STAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the microphone, as well as the matching scarves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(compliments of Ford!)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353693314695962194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SkwjtGLWHlI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SVdmVRYzaxY/s320/mstar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
Here Michelle asks the probing questions she is (possibly) famous for, like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"why are you here?"

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353693320180326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Skwjtam64UI/AAAAAAAAAJU/orszxs_0RJk/s320/mstar3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here, Michelle mugs with Maaike, successful interview completed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here, if I could, I would insert the video of her interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dang technology! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And PS: Why am I getting the weird spacing? It is not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-6239835032059535945?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6239835032059535945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=6239835032059535945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6239835032059535945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6239835032059535945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/baby-shes-star.html' title='Baby, [She&apos;s] a Star!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Skwjswi3_xI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hCe223zYiVE/s72-c/mstar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-484728454640330427</id><published>2009-06-30T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:54:29.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Which I Am Smitten For My Vanity</title><content type='html'>All weekend I admired my beautiful toes. I found the most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;color of nail polish (ok, it's pink, and I don't usually like pink, but I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;really like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this pink), and I have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; This is a big deal for me, because for most of my life my skin has been one of two colors: white or red. So these two factors combined to make me fall in love with my own feet; a fact which I told my family several times in the last 4 days since I painted my little piggies!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SkpsSsk_NUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-x11EXp-jV0/s1600-h/DSCF1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353210175542998338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SkpsSsk_NUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-x11EXp-jV0/s320/DSCF1855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


&lt;p&gt;As I look at this picture, my toes don't even look tan; but I promise they are!  The camera must have been too close?  &lt;/p&gt;But pride goeth before a fall, and I fell. Well, I tripped anyway. I caught myself, but I stubbed piggy #2 on my right foot, and it ripped off part of my (pink) toenail, and the pigskin as well. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUCH!&lt;/span&gt; So I learned a little lesson about pride, vanity, and drawing attention to your own beautiful toes.

Well, maybe I learned a lesson -- I still have another bottle of polish to try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-484728454640330427?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/484728454640330427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=484728454640330427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/484728454640330427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/484728454640330427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-which-i-am-smitten-for-my-vanity.html' title='In Which I Am Smitten For My Vanity'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SkpsSsk_NUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-x11EXp-jV0/s72-c/DSCF1855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-7235291785889776502</id><published>2009-06-21T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:31:36.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When is a Book Club not a Book Club?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sj7cgUWL5NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8PI8Nhs7FdA/s1600-h/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349955855138415826" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sj7cgUWL5NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8PI8Nhs7FdA/s320/anna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

A. When the participants stay for over 4 hours, and discuss the book for, oh about 20 minutes (sorry Shauna -- we did appreciate your hard work!).

B. When the under-appreciated topics of Chinese wok cooking in the maternity ward and YW leader modesty come up. Discuss.

C. When the particpants laugh so hard they cry. Loudly and repeatedly.

D. When the hostess's daughter realizes that "book clubs aren't really to discuss books, but to get away from your families and have fun." Yes, another secret of womanhood!

E. When the term "Bless her heart" takes on secret meaning.

F. When more than one husband realizes his wife isn't home after midnight and starts calling around to find her.

G. When you know you should get home -- should have left hours ago -- but just can't make yourself go.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;H.  When it is waaay more than a book club.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I.  All of the above! Thanks for a fabulous time, ladies! Who said &lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/em&gt; is too dreary for summer? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-7235291785889776502?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7235291785889776502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=7235291785889776502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7235291785889776502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7235291785889776502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-is-book-club-not-book-club.html' title='When is a Book Club not a Book Club?'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sj7cgUWL5NI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8PI8Nhs7FdA/s72-c/anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-6664718591809861033</id><published>2009-06-13T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:58:39.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog Has Fleas</title><content type='html'>For almost a week, our dog, Buttons, has been scratching. She always scratches some, but this is floor-thumping, nerve-rattling, 10 minutes at a time scratching. It was driving Jordan crazy (insert your own joke here), so I bought flea shampoo, and we used it daily for about 3 days. On Day 3, Jordan noticed a 3 inch patch of bare, hairless dog skin on her rear end. Buttons had chewed/scratched her fur off in her fight against the brutally fearless Texas fleas! What a brave and valiant doggy!



&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SjQuaY58WiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OIVvaY1tqIE/s1600-h/buttons+and+m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346949688492579362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SjQuaY58WiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OIVvaY1tqIE/s320/buttons+and+m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


I called the vet and requested an appointment ASAP to know how to fight these fiends (also because I got a postcard 2 months ago that she was due for her shots -- oops!). They got us in much more quickly than any doctor has ever gotten me or my sick children in, but I refuse to think about that for long. 

Things are a little better on the scratching side, but now I am grossed out that there may be fleas here in our carpet! I have been madly washing every piece of bedding or clothing the dog may have even looked at in the last week, and lifting couches and other furniture as per doctor's orders to vacuum anywhere she hangs out.

As I type these words, I feel itchy. Maybe I should use that shampoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-6664718591809861033?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6664718591809861033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=6664718591809861033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6664718591809861033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6664718591809861033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-blog-has-fleas.html' title='My Blog Has Fleas'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SjQuaY58WiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OIVvaY1tqIE/s72-c/buttons+and+m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-6056413427247819012</id><published>2009-06-06T20:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:24:22.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-Boone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lately, Boone has been finding some pretty creative hiding spots around the apartment. He is usually vocal enough while hiding that I haven't "lost" him yet (although sometimes...), but I can see that this is becoming a pattern. I thought I'd post some pictures of my favorite of his hiding spots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SisUoHuuSSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VFxbMpFfUJw/s1600-h/two+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344388062307567906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SisUoHuuSSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VFxbMpFfUJw/s320/two+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Isn't this a great photo (rare for me!)?  At night I throw my pillow shams on the floor next to a large mirror, and Boone thought it was a great, cozy spot to play with his shoes.  I love it!  Wish I had a cozy spot like this!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SisUoXSrjWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-v6mpCWOdv8/s1600-h/hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344388066484915554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SisUoXSrjWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-v6mpCWOdv8/s320/hiding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;At our apartment, nothing can be near the windows, so there is a gap between Boone's crib and window, which he has recently discovered in a couple of ways.  First, by throwing balls and other toys back there, and second, by thinking it's a great hiding place.  It was so cute that the smiley- face ball was stuck, right over the smiley-faced boy!  Doesn't that make you smile, too?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;

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&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/6542790199299567142-6056413427247819012?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6056413427247819012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=6056413427247819012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6056413427247819012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6056413427247819012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/peek-boone.html' title='Peek-a-Boone!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SisUoHuuSSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/VFxbMpFfUJw/s72-c/two+boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-8586846773363726038</id><published>2009-06-05T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:16:54.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Udderly Good, Part 2</title><content type='html'>When I posted my last cow story, it was clear to me what I was talking about, but as I re-read it, it seems I didn't make my point as clearly as I had intended; also I need to report some irony, perhaps make this a cautionary tale.

What I should have said is that there are things that I spend too much time on, usually good things, but not great things. It starts out innocently enough, but sometimes these things consume me completely. I am talking here about my reading obsession -- a good thing, right? But it can get out of control. When I get a really good book, I immerse myself for the day or two it takes to read it, and my house, laundry, and sometimes family suffer. It is something I need to do better on.

Which leads to the aforementioned irony, my confession. I was trying to commit my self to do better about spending my time on things that really matter; guess what? I fell off that wagon the very next day! I was reading one of my favorite blogs, The Meanest Mom -- so great!) and found another great blog (CJane, do you know her?), and loved it so much I spent, oh 3, 4 days reading all the archives, etc. I also checked out some of her links, and found CJane's sister, NieNie, and her blog story is so sweet, funny, and tragic in parts.

If you know NieNie's story, you know about it without me going into more detail. If not and you want to, contact me, but trust me, it will involve tears.

Then, I found CJane's and NieNie's brother, The Jolly Porter. Then, his wife, Oh Judy, and Light Refreshments Served.... See what I'm saying here? It started out with one very funny woman, and ended up with me glued to my computer, for over a week. Well over a week. So now, I have not only fallen behind in my housework and laundty and neglected my family, I have also fallen behind in my reading! So much for self-improvement!

To make up for it, I am going to blog about my little family this week instead of reading any other blogs for a whole week! To get started on that, and ease my conscience, here's a picture of my cute kids:
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sin7Ee_zQII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/In5bd1dLtEI/s1600-h/swim+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344078487310516354" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sin7Ee_zQII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/In5bd1dLtEI/s320/swim+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-8586846773363726038?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8586846773363726038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=8586846773363726038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8586846773363726038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/8586846773363726038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/udderly-good-part-2.html' title='Udderly Good, Part 2'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sin7Ee_zQII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/In5bd1dLtEI/s72-c/swim+babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-6051679308220568619</id><published>2009-05-03T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:53:50.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Udderly Good Story</title><content type='html'>First of all, I grew up in a rural area, so I know that bulls don't have udders, but I thought it was a better title than some of the others I thought of!

Second, I don't know the rules about stealing other peoples' blog stories, so I will just admit that this came from another person, and give her full credit, and hope everyone who reads it enjoys it as much as I did.  It came from a fun blog I stumbled upon called "Momedy:  If You Don't Laugh You'll Cry, and No One Likes A Crybaby," and the address is &lt;a href="http://www.momedy.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.momedy.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Whew -- hope that is sufficient!

Finally, I could have cut out her ramblings about SE Idaho, but since that is the rural area I grew up in, you have to read about it.  Sorry -- my blog, my rules!  :)

In the words of Momedy:

Ok so our Stake President grew up on a farm in SE Idaho (didn't they all-I think it may be a pre-req for any leadership position in our church past Bishop that you grow up on a farm, preferably in SE Idaho...anyhoo..).

SO! Whilst growing up on the farm, the Stake Pres and his family raised cattle. They would start as cute little calves. He said most of the calves would pay them no attention but this one, which had been tagged #4 ,was unusually friendly and affectionate. Hence, he and his brothers would kneel down on all fours and take turns butting heads with the calf.
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sf5yzwyc8zI/AAAAAAAAAII/NVbSkh3QXzM/s1600-h/bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331825242448655154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sf5yzwyc8zI/AAAAAAAAAII/NVbSkh3QXzM/s320/bull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;


'Cos in a boy's world that is fun times.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MyCPXYOmQUQ/Sf3OHzb6q8I/AAAAAAAABpU/Z50CfwffqFs/s1600-h/bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly the calf, he grew, and he continued to enjoy the game long after they did.

One fateful day, they heard screaming from the pen or whatever it is you put growing calves in, and upon inspection, there lay his brother, pushed down on the ground by the calf (I am thinking forehead to forehead?) not about to let him up. It took several people intervening to get him to release the brother and he did, only to toss him over the fence. Nobody ever found themselves going alone into the pen with number 4 again.

The analogy was of course that some things in life start out really innocuous, playful, fun and seem even natural so we "play" with them. And then they grow and take control over us. They are too big and strong for us to overcome alone and without help may easily destroy us and or our families.

End of Momedy, Marylynn back.  OK, so are there things in my life that have grown bigger than they should be?  I would say yes, unfortunately.  But I resolve to do better, starting now! 

I'll let you know how it goes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-6051679308220568619?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6051679308220568619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=6051679308220568619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6051679308220568619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6051679308220568619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/udderly-good-story.html' title='An Udderly Good Story'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sf5yzwyc8zI/AAAAAAAAAII/NVbSkh3QXzM/s72-c/bull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-2686232290312077074</id><published>2009-05-02T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:54:41.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight for Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyYCm2jEsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ogzqz1Xh6d8/s1600-h/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331303229456323266" style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyYCm2jEsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ogzqz1Xh6d8/s320/apple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We may not be the target audience for this book/movie,
but that doesn't mean we can't put the kids to bed, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;break out the chocolate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and party like it's 9:00 pm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyRuqES3EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3KdGl6NvRk8/s1600-h/twilight+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331296289652137026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyRuqES3EI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3KdGl6NvRk8/s320/twilight+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emily, Erin, and Gwen get their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Inner Vampires ready for the big video party! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't Gwen look like a die-hard fan? :)

&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyRu4oULzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cGAXp_lpMz4/s1600-h/twilight+party+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331296293561315122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyRu4oULzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/cGAXp_lpMz4/s320/twilight+party+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen (the Instigator), Emily (the Commentator), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and Camille (the Hostess)&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyUZMNklCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Yj8M9SoosBc/s1600-h/twilight+party+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331299219395613730" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyUZMNklCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Yj8M9SoosBc/s320/twilight+party+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Erin and Theresa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting wild and crazy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it more fun to watch the blockbuster movie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Twilight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with a group of friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or to make fun of the cheesy effects, overacting, and bad makeup? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While we had lots of fun with that little social experiment, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no conclusive answer presented itself... the world may never know!&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;But rest easy, odds are that the experiment will be repeated with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Moon,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coming this Fall! &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sfybo3TlFnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v-UZg-qaSqg/s1600-h/new+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331307185242969714" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/Sfybo3TlFnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/v-UZg-qaSqg/s320/new+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally, here's a little picture for the party gals who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will appreciate it --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know who you are!
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyZ3ecL0oI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qz_sFPjyzAo/s1600-h/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331305237242958466" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyZ3ecL0oI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qz_sFPjyzAo/s320/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&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/6542790199299567142-2686232290312077074?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2686232290312077074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=2686232290312077074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2686232290312077074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2686232290312077074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-for-women.html' title='Twilight for Women'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfyYCm2jEsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ogzqz1Xh6d8/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-4969646453988746970</id><published>2009-04-27T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:52:31.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Bluebells</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_0ZacKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GfZwKnenz7M/s1600-h/bluebells5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329386732785397922" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_0ZacKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GfZwKnenz7M/s320/bluebells5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;The state flower of Texas is the bluebell, and it is bluebell season here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday morning, we went to our favorite park &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and took pictures of the kids &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the middle of a big patch of bluebells! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was really overcast (another tornado moving in, no big deal), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that made for great light, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was really happy with these pictures. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;What sweet kids!
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_t6ZyjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/a8-tSdcIlS4/s1600-h/bluebells4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329386731044719154" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_t6ZyjI/AAAAAAAAAGY/a8-tSdcIlS4/s320/bluebells4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boone loves his sister sooo much! &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_qcJcxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r3aqN4r-VyQ/s1600-h/bluebells3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329386730112512786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_qcJcxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/r3aqN4r-VyQ/s320/bluebells3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at that hair! It reminds me of my little brother.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_cIqXoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IpVaS1jY12c/s1600-h/bluebells2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329386726272687746" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_cIqXoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IpVaS1jY12c/s320/bluebells2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love the excitement in this one! &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_fLSh7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/fCHtR_rsVf8/s1600-h/bluebells1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329386727089014706" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_fLSh7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/fCHtR_rsVf8/s320/bluebells1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boone ponders the big questions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who am I? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When is lunch?
&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXKfYyrxDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G9aMcWioZ1A/s1600-h/bluebell+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329388374642639922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXKfYyrxDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/G9aMcWioZ1A/s320/bluebell+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;The whole family.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXM3NjjdSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aPiHPW3IDts/s1600-h/sandbox1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329390982966506786" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXM3NjjdSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/aPiHPW3IDts/s320/sandbox1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the flowers, the sandbox.
Boone loves it here -- screaming tanturms
when it's time to go home.
Today (as is often the case), the tantrum
was followed by complete collapse
into a nap in the car on the way home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-4969646453988746970?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4969646453988746970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=4969646453988746970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4969646453988746970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4969646453988746970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/texas-bluebells.html' title='Texas Bluebells'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SfXI_0ZacKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GfZwKnenz7M/s72-c/bluebells5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-4288696780131528544</id><published>2009-03-22T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T18:35:12.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do all day?  Week?  Month?</title><content type='html'>Clearly, I am not ready to handle the responsibility of a blog.  Afraid to commit?  Perhaps.  But one blog entry since Christmas?  Pathetic!  I can -- and will! -- do better.  I am soooo not busy; just boring!  If only I could think of something -- anything -- interesting that I have been doing lately to write about.

So here's the deal:  I have 3 topics in mind, and you, my fascinated (or very mildy interested) audience, get to vote on which, if anything, sounds most interesting.  Leave a comment, send an e-mail, or call, whatever.  Here goes: 

Topic #1:  Why Texas is not just its own country (whcih I always suspected), but is actually a parallel universe of its own. 

Topic #2:  Our Spring Break.  What we did, what we wanted to do but didn't, etc.

Topic #3:  My latest book recommendations and why.

While you think about how exciting any of those topics would be, I am trying to figure out how to jazz up my blog by linking to fun things on the Internet, like music, etc.  I am so bad at technical things; if you can explain things quite simply, please please help me!  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-4288696780131528544?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4288696780131528544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=4288696780131528544' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4288696780131528544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4288696780131528544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-do-i-do-all-day-week-month.html' title='What do I do all day?  Week?  Month?'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3297577770818376755</id><published>2009-02-09T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:30:51.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boone's Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SZC850Oq48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ky7H0NveWO4/s1600-h/Ouch+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300944462873813954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SZC850Oq48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ky7H0NveWO4/s320/Ouch+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is what Boone did today:


* Got shots. Three. They hurt a lot, and he cried. A lot.


* Fell off a chair and hit the edge of the coffee table. Cried even more.


* Discovered the one cupboard that isn't baby-proof, and slammed his fingers in it when I caught him pulling garbage out. Cried.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the positive side, those of you who haven't seen him in a while will note that he is finally growing hair!! We think he's very handsome, and will be even more so when his horrible bruise is gone.


Hopefully, tomorrow will be less painful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-3297577770818376755?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3297577770818376755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3297577770818376755' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3297577770818376755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3297577770818376755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/boones-bad-day.html' title='Boone&apos;s Bad Day'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SZC850Oq48I/AAAAAAAAAF4/ky7H0NveWO4/s72-c/Ouch+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-6079258266458051398</id><published>2008-12-24T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:44:33.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tag -- You're It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best part of my Christmas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(OK, would have been better if I could have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gotten Boone to look at the camera!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SVMLa2OUAcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPfkSx_JZw4/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+pageant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579343695774146" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SVMLa2OUAcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPfkSx_JZw4/s320/Christmas+Eve+pageant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you read this, you’re it! Let me know your blog or email address so I can read your results!

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper--I wrap everything---I want the morning to last as long as it can!

2. Real Tree or Artificial? Artificial this year -- one of the best parts of our Christmas is (usually)going into the “woods” to cut down our tree. This year, we’re in an apartment with a toddler; 2 reasons to buy a small, fake tree to put on a table!

3. When do you put up the tree? Usually the Monday after Thanksgiving. This year we were really late.

4.When do you take the tree down? Soon after New Years. Since it’s always been real, it’s dried, and I’m ready to have my house back!

5. Do you like eggnog? Love it -- but just a taste or two each season.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? My parents made me and my sister a “real” kitchen. We played with it until it literally fell apart!

7. Hardest person to buy for? Depends. This year, Jordan.

8. Easiest person to buy for? Depends. This year, Boone.

9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes; actually I have 8 different sets. I love them, but am stopping, since I really don’t have room to display all of them. This year, I only have 3 sets out.

10. Mail or e mail Christmas cards? Both. Someday, I will send the cute photo ones. Should have done it this year, since we had some great shots by Sasha!

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? An UGLY sweater from a “friend.”

12. Favorite Christmas movie? Muppet’s Christmas Carol. Hee hee!

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? Usually pretty early, late summer. I like to get last minute deals, too, though.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Only when I know the recipient will really, REALLY like it, or collects it.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Candy bar pie, fudge, ham with funeral potatoes...

16. Lights on the tree? This year, white. Usually, mixed colors.

17. Favorite Christmas song? Amy Grant’s “Breath of Heaven,” and almost anyone’s “O Holy Night.”

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Home, but family parties earlier.

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? You betcha! "You know Dasher and Dancer..."

20. Angel on the tree top, or star? A star. Jordan and I bought it the first year we were married, and it was really cheap. We thought we’d replace it, but still haven’t. It has grown on us!

21. Open presents Christmas eve or morning? PJ's on Christmas Eve, everything else EARLY in the morning!

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Grinchy, Scroogy people!

23. Favorite ornament, theme, or color? I love home made ornaments, especially a set I got several years ago and anything my kids make me. I used to like the idea of elegant theme trees, but that just isn’t me! I like simple and sweet and homey.

24. Favorite traditional foods for Christmas? The works -- ham, funeral potatoes, salad, and rolls for the actual Christmas dinner. We always have seafood for Christmas Eve, then a Christmas breakfast casserole, and munch summer sausage, cheese, and crackers during the afternoon, before the big feast!

25. What do you want for Christmas this year? I would love to sell my house and buy one here in Texas. Since that doesn’t look likely, I am also happy about the new coat I picked out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-6079258266458051398?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6079258266458051398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=6079258266458051398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6079258266458051398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/6079258266458051398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag-youre-it.html' title='Christmas Tag -- You&apos;re It!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SVMLa2OUAcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BPfkSx_JZw4/s72-c/Christmas+Eve+pageant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-7914367191376070434</id><published>2008-12-08T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:16:56.565-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/ST24tR23w_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/toDt4QN4bHA/s1600-h/aloha+family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277577426375263218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/ST24tR23w_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/toDt4QN4bHA/s320/aloha+family.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;December 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Family and Friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
What a difference a year makes! Last year at this time, we had no idea how much things would change in the next few months. It began in June, when Jordan interviewed for a position with Southwest Airlines in Dallas, TX. They are notoriously tough to get a job with; only NASA hires a lower percentage of applicants. We mostly went just to check it out -- nothing ventured, nothing gained. To Jordan’s surprise, he was hired! When we got the final job offer, we had only a few short weeks to make a 1200+ mile move -- argh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
So in mid-August, we put our house up for sale, just in time for the housing market to tank. A very helpful group of men from our ward helped pack our belongings into a moving truck, and we drove off into the sunrise (Texas is east of Utah, after all). After 3 days of driving, our convoy of 2 vehicles and a moving truck, 2 parents, 2 kids, and a dog all arrived more or less safely in Dallas. We quickly found an apartment so that Maaike could start school on time, and attempted settling in. We miss our ward and neighbors, and being in an apartment makes me appreciate so many things about our house. If we could get our home sold in St. George, our settling-in would be much easier -- anyone want to buy a great house in the best neighborhood in St. George? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
But it has been an exciting year for each of us. Here is what we’ve been up to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
Boone: So cute! He has really changed in the last few months. He can walk quite well now, and is finally getting hair! He is so happy, and gets into so much trouble! He will walk over to the TV, look at mom or dad, and say “No no no no no!” then go ahead and push the buttons, even though he knows he shouldn’t. He loves the dog, other small children, and his family. He is such a joy, we can’t remember what we did without him! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Maaike: What a busy gal! In St. George, she raised a steer again for a 4-H project, thanks to lots of help from Dad and the Blakes; she was also involved in dance, piano, and activity days. Early in the year, she took an acting class at one of the high schools. She loved it! When we moved to Texas, she started Middle School, and has really adapted well to many changes. She is on Student Council, has made lots of friends, and especially loves Science class. She has grown up; instead of Mom dragging her out of bed, she’s up and showered before Mom drags herself out of bed! Recently, she decided she misses piano lessons and is ready to start again. We’re glad she wants to continue to develop her talents.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Marylynn: In St. George, I did my usual teaching at DSC and helping with PTA and Healthy Utah, and loved it all. One of the highlights of my year was my 20th high school reunion. It was so much fun, I wish we had it every year! Since our move, most of my activities have centered around home and church, although I did meet one of my DSC students the first week we were here; it is a very small world! I am enjoying some of the great museum exhibits here and extra time with Jordan, as his schedule is much different than we are used to. I can see that I will enjoy living here, but it may take a little more time. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jordan: One great thing Jordan did this last year was build a fence. We had wanted a privacy fence in our backyard for so long, and now we have one: we even got to enjoy it for several months. Jordan spent a lot of his summer camping, hiking, and shooting with the Young Men. He is now on the other end of the age spectrum, teaching seven 7-year-old boys every Sunday. They are busy guys, but they have fun together. He also has gotten to spend a lot of time helping the missionaries, another thing he really enjoys. And, oh, did I mention he started a new job? So far, he has loved it. Southwest is known for their corporate culture, among other things, and we have all seen the difference the employees make. His boss called before we left Utah, telling us that if we had any problems along the move to call his cell, and he’d take care of us; when there was a death in the family, we were given reserve seats (not stand-by) to fly to SLC, and whatever time off Jordan needed. They are so thoughtful. The training is strenuous, but Jordan is doing a great job, and we are proud of him. He has been told he will advance in February, and that will make a big difference for him, in terms of pay and schedule. We are excited!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;It’s been a good year; full of blessings and surprises, and we are more grateful than ever for family, friends, and the gospel. We appreciate so much those who have helped in so many ways with our move. We love and appreciate you all. We are thankful for this holiday season and the opportunity to reflect on all that is most important, and the birth of Him who makes it all possible. Merry Christmas from the Texas Goudys! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Jordan, Marylynn, Maaike, and Boone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-7914367191376070434?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7914367191376070434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=7914367191376070434' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7914367191376070434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7914367191376070434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/ST24tR23w_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/toDt4QN4bHA/s72-c/aloha+family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-278403289580254468</id><published>2008-12-08T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:38:40.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/ST2SVnuZNmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bnBjWCOlCn4/s1600-h/cowgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277535238486570594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/ST2SVnuZNmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bnBjWCOlCn4/s320/cowgirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Health -- all of our little family are feeling frisky; and our extended family members are also doing well, as far as we know. If not, call us! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;9. Good weather. I am not a fan of the windy, snowy, blustery day, unless it's an anomaly. Here in Texas, our days require a light jacket and maybe something a little heavier at night. Not bad!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Technology. Love love love being able to keep up with friends and family through telephone, email, blogs, etc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;7. OK, technically this one is also technology, but I am so grateful for it, I'm making it its own number. Flight benefits! It is comforting to know I can get back to Idaho or Utah if anyone there needs me; or, more likely, if I need them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;6. The church. Besides being true, it is a great lifeline here. If I haven't really made many friends yet, at least I have people to talk with once or twice a week. That will have to do for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;5. Friends. I have missed my dinner club friends, book club friends, college friends, lunch friends, neighborhood friends, and those who don't fit any of these categories. Thank you for keeping in touch!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Family. When I was so lonely and homesick, my dad and siblings sent us a care package that made me laugh through my tears -- and it had calling cards! You guys are awesome!  &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;3. Sweet baby boy Boone. Oh, he is heaven -- especially his snuggles. Even when he is bad, he makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;2. Darling Maaike-girl. She is growing into such a good girl. I am proud of her every day, and always excited to see her accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;1. My handsome, hard-working husband. He is the one who carries us all through the tough times and lets me cry on his shoulder. A lot. I am eternally grateful for him, and don't tell him often enough. He is fabulous.&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/6542790199299567142-278403289580254468?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/278403289580254468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=278403289580254468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/278403289580254468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/278403289580254468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/sooo-thankful.html' title='Sooo Thankful'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/ST2SVnuZNmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/bnBjWCOlCn4/s72-c/cowgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-5713352784113923659</id><published>2008-11-03T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:40:50.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2008:  Growing Kids, a Birthday, Halloween</title><content type='html'>OCTOBER!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SQ97UYsIp7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xGCoQAelTsU/s1600-h/Park+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264562079574566834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SQ97UYsIp7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/xGCoQAelTsU/s320/Park+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Boone and Maaike are ready to go to the park on a cool Fall day.
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Maaike was the cutest little Cleopatra, and Boone was the Cowardly Lion. Cowardly, because for weeks we practiced having him say "Roar!" when we asked what lions say; but when it came time to show off, forget about it!
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&lt;div&gt;These kids are growing up fast! At the beginning of the month, Boone seemed so little. Now he's a little man. One year old! Here, he shows off his favorite birthday toy.
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&lt;div&gt;Our State Fair is a great State Fair! Don't miss it, don't even be late... well we were late! (That is, according to Maaike; the gates opened at 10, and we weren't there until 10:30 -- oh no!)  The Texas State Fair is HUGE -- everything is bigger here, you know!  It is also known for its culinary, um, triumphs.  Everything is deep fried, and each year the competition is fierce.  If you have heard of or sampled deep fried Twinkies or Snickers, they started as Texas State Fair delicacies.  This year, the finalists for the big deep fried prize were: grilled cheese sandwich, banana split, chocolate covered strawberry waffle balls, smores, pineapple ice cream, chicken fried bacon, and Jelly Belly beans.  All deep fried.  The bacon won Best Flavor; banana split got Most Creative.  We sampled the bacon and the smores.  I (Marylynn) didn't care for the smores, but we all liked the bacon -- in very small amounts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on a Saturday, and there was a UT/OU football game at the stadium within the park.  Did you know football is kind of a big thing here?  When either team scored, the whole Fair seemed to shake, and when the 70,000 seat stadium emptied, the already full fair was a sea of orange and crimson.  Moving was easy, if you didn't care where you were going.  Just let the currents of people carry you!  It was insane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw many exciting shows, rode some crazy rides, petted strange animals, and had a great day.  The Fair lasts a whole month, so if anyone is interested, we'll see you next Fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-7187897829715003772?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7187897829715003772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=7187897829715003772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7187897829715003772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7187897829715003772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/texas-state-fair.html' title='Texas State Fair'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SPohtL18vyI/AAAAAAAAADM/WT2ha2_uHww/s72-c/mooo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-2648611772650043183</id><published>2008-09-24T16:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:50:27.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wild Women'/><title type='text'>BHS High School reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SNqzP5yzAKI/AAAAAAAAADE/7PZ0wXPzEDc/s1600-h/with+Lori.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249705401447022754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SNqzP5yzAKI/AAAAAAAAADE/7PZ0wXPzEDc/s320/with+Lori.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lori and I got to be good friends Senior year. We even shared an apartment for a few months, and she still speaks to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SNqyt8hjadI/AAAAAAAAACc/_DuMQGR35lk/s1600-h/fun+girls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249704818064452050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SNqyt8hjadI/AAAAAAAAACc/_DuMQGR35lk/s320/fun+girls.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back: Sherry, Tracy, Me, Lori&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Front: Lesli, Bobette, ValRee
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SNqyuYEtFXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqyfer4SDcg/s1600-h/with+Kim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249704825459643762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SNqyuYEtFXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pqyfer4SDcg/s320/with+Kim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kim Nethercott, friend from Sophomore year. She moved away, and I hadn't seen her for 22 years. Fun to get reaccquainted!
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&lt;/p&gt;July was my 20 year High School reunion, and it was a blast! The committee put together a great website to generate a lot of buzz and find lost friends. I think about 2/3 of the class made their way to the site, and what was going to be just a family picnic and adult dinner grew! There was a 5K run/walk, a golf scramble, a karaoke night, and the other activities. There was a raffle and T-shirts for sale, and most of all, there was a TON of people! I had so much fun,and saw so many good friends. I am grateful for all the hard work that went into the party -- and that I didn't have to do any of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-2648611772650043183?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2648611772650043183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=2648611772650043183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2648611772650043183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/2648611772650043183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/bhs-high-school-reunion.html' title='BHS High School reunion'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SNqzP5yzAKI/AAAAAAAAADE/7PZ0wXPzEDc/s72-c/with+Lori.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3487671311434238999</id><published>2008-09-15T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:51:18.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goudy photos by Sasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just before we left St. George, our friend, Sasha Hight took some family pictures of us, and I was so happy with the results (mostly of the pictures I wasn't in -- Sasha's good, but you have to have good raw material to work with! ;-)), I wanted to post some of my favorites.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my growing up girl.  So pretty!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SM6CIbwRB1I/AAAAAAAAABk/xJxcrqgHEWc/s1600-h/IMG_0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273697333970770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SM6CIbwRB1I/AAAAAAAAABk/xJxcrqgHEWc/s320/IMG_0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are the boys in our family.  What a handsome husband!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And doesn't that baby look like trouble? :-)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SM6CIvKtSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/2j-XKON18uk/s1600-h/IMG_0769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273702545148258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SM6CIvKtSWI/AAAAAAAAABs/2j-XKON18uk/s320/IMG_0769.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My darling babies!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SM6CI4Jv11I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iUl1SWWTOZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246273704957040466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SM6CI4Jv11I/AAAAAAAAAB0/iUl1SWWTOZ4/s320/IMG_0692.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you live near St. George, we so recommend Sasha for your next family/Senior/whatever pictures.  She is so much fun, and talented.  Her photo blog is &lt;a href="http://www.sashahightphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.sashahightphotos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  Check it out!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-3487671311434238999?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3487671311434238999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3487671311434238999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3487671311434238999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3487671311434238999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/goudys.html' title='Goudy photos by Sasha'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SM6CIbwRB1I/AAAAAAAAABk/xJxcrqgHEWc/s72-c/IMG_0796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-3752051885266438542</id><published>2008-09-12T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:59:08.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boone Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMqQWIw183I/AAAAAAAAABc/G1-s_zWyZCw/s1600-h/IMG_0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245163426010231666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMqQWIw183I/AAAAAAAAABc/G1-s_zWyZCw/s320/IMG_0785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Wow, do we love our Boone!  He is such a happy baby, all day long.  At night... well, we still love him.  He has such enthusiasm for life, he doesn't want to stop playing to go to sleep.  He loves carrots and peas, yogurt, grapes, and Buttons the dog.  He can crawl faster than Mom can keep up, and really wants to walk.  He can pull to a stand, but then can't figure out how to get down, so he just cries until someone helps him.  Once, he fell asleep standing up in his crib!  He is really babbling, too.  One of these days he'll say real words, and have more than 2 teeth -- we hope!  It's fun to see his face light up when Dad or Maaike walk in the room -- he loves his family, and we sure love him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-3752051885266438542?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3752051885266438542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=3752051885266438542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3752051885266438542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/3752051885266438542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/boone-boy.html' title='Boone Boy!'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMqQWIw183I/AAAAAAAAABc/G1-s_zWyZCw/s72-c/IMG_0785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-7581934035652955733</id><published>2008-09-12T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:49:10.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike Watch</title><content type='html'>A hurricane, are you kidding me?  Since a few people have called and asked, I thought I should let you know that the latest forecasts show us being pretty well in the clear.  They're saying Ike should blow east of Dallas, with the worst of the winds on the east side.  Here in Lewisville, we expect winds 40-60 mph and lots of rain.  We are advised to prepare for possible power outages, and secure outside items.  So we plan to bring the bikes in from the balcony, get our candles ready, and batten down the hatches.  Jordan has to go in to work a few hours, but we think we'll all be fine.  Our prayers are with those less fortunate, and we appreciate YOUR thoughts and prayers.  If we lose power for a day or two, our phone and email won't work, so we'll charge up the old cell phone!  Talk to you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-7581934035652955733?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7581934035652955733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=7581934035652955733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7581934035652955733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/7581934035652955733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-watch.html' title='Ike Watch'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-4725762213118465689</id><published>2008-09-09T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:25:06.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books I Am Reading Now</title><content type='html'>I love to read.  LOVE to read.  I always have several books around the house with bookmarks holding my place, but I am only counting the books I have actually read, at least a few pages,  since September 1.  Here they are:
1.  The Book of Mormon.  I highly recommend it!  :-)
2.  You're Wearing THAT?  Understanding Mothers and Daughters in Conversation; by Deborah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tannen&lt;/span&gt;.  Very interesting.  Good insights on many female relationships, not just mother/daughter. 
3.  What Your Sixth Grader Needs to Know; edited by E.D. Hirsch.  My cheat sheet in case I need to help with homework -- and fun to read!  So much I have forgotten, or never knew.
4.  Covenant Hearts, by Bruce C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hafen&lt;/span&gt;.  Shannon, I haven't forgotten that I have your book!  I am enjoying it, and will mail or hand-deliver it when I finish it.  Hopefully this year. 
5.  Sophie's World, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jostein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gaardner&lt;/span&gt;.  This is a paperback book I have had for years.  Don't know where I got it, but the subtitle is "A Novel About the History of Philosophy."  I always meant to take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;philosophy&lt;/span&gt; class in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;college&lt;/span&gt;, but never did, so this sounded intriguing. I have only read three pages.  I'll let you know!
6.  Why Boys are Different, by Dr. Bonnie Macmillan.  Turns out, their brains are different than girls', beginning from conception.  Really interesting.

Began and finished three YA reference books, again to help Maaike with homework (that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!).  These were great to read while nursing!  Quick, easy to put down and pick up...
7.  National Geographic American Heroes, by Marfe Ferguson Delano.  Biased, but fascinating.
8.  Tales of Famous Americans, by Connie and Peter Roop.  Some redundancy, but again, some new and interesting stories.
9.  Tales From Shakespeare, by Tia Packer.  Really enjoyed this one!  I have loved Shakespeare, but not always understood some of the background, especially in quick-paced plays like Twelfth Night.  This tells ten famous stories and their backgrounds, and Shakespeare's background, so that I really understood the plays better.  Now I want to watch them all performed!
10.  Magazines:  Ensign, Parenting, and Family Fun. 

I did get a library card, the first week we were here, but I am trying to read the books on my shelves -- that could keep me busy for a year or two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-4725762213118465689?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4725762213118465689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=4725762213118465689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4725762213118465689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/4725762213118465689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/books-i-am-reading-now.html' title='Books I Am Reading Now'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-5615156743053842089</id><published>2008-09-09T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:02:30.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maaike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMackVDCcLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ol6BIJAaMjQ/s1600-h/red+carpet+maaike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244050964058632370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMackVDCcLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ol6BIJAaMjQ/s320/red+carpet+maaike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMaZlyYD9bI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ki-5lT9bEK8/s1600-h/pose.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMaZmIOnLQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VhMAxBFcZZU/s1600-h/red+carpet+maaike.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maaike is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;gentle. She loves small children and animals, and is so good with both.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;happy.  She has a smile on her face at least 23 hours a day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fun.  She loves to play with friends or her parents, and regularly beats Mom and Dad at board games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;smart.  She studies hard and gets good grades.  We're proud of her!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talented.  Dancing, playing piano, acting, playing soccer, making pottery, reading, and swimming .... is there anything she can't do???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cute.  Just look at her pictures!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beloved.  Dad and I love her so much, and Boone gets a big smile whenever he sees her!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6542790199299567142-5615156743053842089?l=goudyfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5615156743053842089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6542790199299567142&amp;postID=5615156743053842089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/5615156743053842089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6542790199299567142/posts/default/5615156743053842089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goudyfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-maaike.html' title='My Maaike'/><author><name>Marylynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06567351972172822896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/TUZSq2-Kz4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/2arusjvr8S0/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_umKFXpdVke8/SMackVDCcLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ol6BIJAaMjQ/s72-c/red+carpet+maaike.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6542790199299567142.post-7872031391716844408</id><published>2008-08-30T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:50:39.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It!</title><content type='html'>It was a tough move, but we drove two cars, two parents, two kids, and a dog 1200 miles from St. George, UT to Dallas, TX!  Actually, the drive was the easy part. 

We left St. George -- with many tears -- on August 15th and drove to Farmington, New Mexico (via the Four Corners -- we have now been in four places at one time.  Pretty cool! ), where we stayed with my cousin and her family, David &amp;amp; Ruth Holland.  They were such gracious hosts, and we really enjoyed our time with them.  We really hope they will stop in on their next trip to Mississippi -- hint, hint!  They even put up with our dog -- that's true hospitality!

From Farmington, we made a big push to get to Amarillo, TX.  It was a very long trip (for people not used to driving very far!), but we did it.  We stayed in a posh Motel 6 (not!), and found a church meeting to go to the next day.  In the rain.  Our spirits were a little soggy as we slid into our row, late, but the meeting seemed to be geared directly to us.  It really buoyed us up, and gave us the will to drive our final leg, on to Dallas.  We pulled in to our hotel, a Holiday Inn Select, grubby, saddle-sore, tired, and hungry.  Aaah! 

A little "oops" here.  Southwest e-mailed us two options for a company-discounted hotel.  One was an extended stay place, which welcomed pets and had a fridge and microwave.  Guess which one we DIDN'T get... The place we stayed was very nice, but eating out every meal was expensive and not the best for our digestion.  And as for Buttons, well... read on.

Jordan started work early the next morning, so the children and I thought we'd start the apartment search bright and early.  Maybe we could even move in the next day!  It was raining, again.  I don't think we had seen this much rain in years!  We started looking, only to find out that most apartments needed about a week to run a thorough background and credit check.  Argh!  So we found a place to board the dog, as the ringing sound of cash registers filled our ears.  Finally on Friday, we were able to move in to the Marquis at Vista Ridge in Lewisville, Texas.  Wahoo!  A hotel room is a nice luxury for a day or two, but five is too many! 

Our apartment is on the 3rd floor, no elevator.  Luckily, the day we moved in it wasn't raining.  It was, however, hot and Texas humid.  Thank goodness for the brave Elders who came to help!  They got a workout, up and down for a few hours! 

After a crazy-busy Saturday, trying to unpack enough for school, church, and work, we were ready for, well, school , church, and work.  Mostly.  When Maaike and I went to register for school, we really got the run-around.  Finally, after lunch, Maaike went to her first class.  I went home to try to fit 1700+ square feet of stuff into a 1200- square feet apartment.  Yikes!  The best news about the apartment is the master closet.  It is bigger than I have ever had before, so it is my "happy place."  When I get discouraged, I plan to go there!  :-)  Other benefits include a swimming pool and hot tub which we have used several times so far, and a fitness center I plan to start using this week.  Last week, my fitness training was lifting, carrying, bending, etc.! 

We spent today hanging pictures and curtains, and making adjustments to furniture placement so that our aparment looks cozy and homey to us.  It seems like everything is miniturized compared to our St. George home, but we think we can make it work.  Still not sure about the kitchen.  It is really small!

Maaike is loving her new school.  It is a Middle School, grades 6-8, and she rides the bus, which she is thrilled about.  She loves her Science class, and the fact that they are going to do cool experiments, with fire and animals (not together, I hope!).  She has made a few friends, and is so glad to be in school.  It was a long wait for her, since her St. George friends started two weeks earlier.

Jordan is enjoying most things about his job.  He has 4 weeks of training to start (2 down, 2 to go!), and some days are rough.  For the most part, though, he really likes the people he works with.  Everyone is so friendly, he says, and so welcoming.  It's a great environment. 

Boone has really been a trooper, through a lot of things he didn't understand.  It helps to have a fabulous big sister and a patient daddy.  Just today (the 30th) we finally got his crib set up.  After spending two weeks sleeping in a Pack-n-Play, he was very excited to see his mobile and bed again.  At least we think he was.  He has been having a tough time teething, so when he's bad, he's very very bad, but when he's good, he's adorable!

Our ward is very young.  They have a small Young Women program, so they were extremely excited to hear that Maaike will be 12 within a year.  With 4 nurseries, they weren't as anxious to meet Boone, but they do think he's cute, so that's good.  The church makes the world a small place, so neither Jordan nor I were surprised to find connections the first week.  In this case, one of my DSC students is on our ward.  We expect to find more as time goes by.

I guess that's about it.  If you are interested in the not so upbeat parts of our move, like when we opened the moving truck to find many of our belongings scratched, dented, or destroyed, or the details of my fight with Maaike's principal, give us a call.  :-)  We are pretty well past it now, and feeling good about life.

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