tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90369305452481212542024-03-05T18:55:59.436-08:00From the Mixed Up Files of ME!Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-70236349325070190832008-12-20T19:41:00.000-08:002008-12-20T19:49:53.491-08:00He's Here!!!<div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">My </span><a href="http://www.littleatons.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#3333ff;">sister</span></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"> had her baby FINALLY!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">No pictures yet . . . :(</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">5:13 p.m. December 20th</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">He is 9 pounds, 1 ounce and 20 inches long. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'll let her post his name . . . </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Yay, my Pookie (as he will be known as on my blog, and by me for the rest of his life . . . lucky him.) is finally here</span></span><span style="color:#3333ff;">!!</span></div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-31183323896172744012008-12-18T18:30:00.000-08:002008-12-18T20:41:33.127-08:00AnnieC.C just finished <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">performing</span> in <a href="http://www.edmt.info/">El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dorado</span> Musical Theatre's </a>production of <em>Annie</em>. This show was certainly not a show to be missed. It was amazing . . . , plus there was a dog . . . how can you not love a show with a dog??<br /><br />The show was double cast, and C.C was on the Roxy Cast. I was the official bio typist, again, and the Parent Volunteer Coordinator, which basically means all I did was eat, sleep, and breathe <em>Annie</em> for three months. It was so much fun though, and I can't wait to do it again. It was great to get to know and work with all of the parents, and to force them to get involved in their children's activities!! (That was actually the hardest part, believe it or not.) The kids were great . .. when the cast lists first came out, I was a little worried because the Times Square cast was full of seasoned performers, and we had a lot of newer performers, but I knew the Artistic Director knew what she was doing when she did the casting, and indeed she did! The cast did a fabulous job!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Annie and Molly: "Please won't you come get your baby, maybe . . ."</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0W4HzZ4xCDtJ8i-acDqH9sFc07aoH27uCpgMnMnxOfUbaDQXkzZAWy2QgJgy2HWM4joumfKntahPfzEJubKdzEm8vkaMAR7_ro8yukki6uV1xd9qdW6i4D2YuPakEL3p2lBDonKOzRqc/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216430166596738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0W4HzZ4xCDtJ8i-acDqH9sFc07aoH27uCpgMnMnxOfUbaDQXkzZAWy2QgJgy2HWM4joumfKntahPfzEJubKdzEm8vkaMAR7_ro8yukki6uV1xd9qdW6i4D2YuPakEL3p2lBDonKOzRqc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"It's a hard knock life for us . . . "</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrmLCx4xw77ZjUZPIjF1n5-gDVFasx1xHw_FQE2vIMte8Wmv8ov-MwH7Y-a81TI4ewg99RjCflFCNuPG4cWsIyp09lt85CxuFMZu6GQ6V4-IvG-CAct-D7L4q3LxC-SAjXFy8-suec8cw/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216424353925714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrmLCx4xw77ZjUZPIjF1n5-gDVFasx1xHw_FQE2vIMte8Wmv8ov-MwH7Y-a81TI4ewg99RjCflFCNuPG4cWsIyp09lt85CxuFMZu6GQ6V4-IvG-CAct-D7L4q3LxC-SAjXFy8-suec8cw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"Just thinking about tomorrow . . . "<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKRL2VaOjkpoXuyS7ASK45EA8sjrS6iyYBlk0Hv_9B2Amfx8hM401Chhgp7wkzEIygBz8YCVczP5IfOgDzpCoEZ83uDMpAvDgZnoeBjhVLGKUUAv5rRJnR_HAt68RrZkkNHm9-vucW5w/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216423059550450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEKRL2VaOjkpoXuyS7ASK45EA8sjrS6iyYBlk0Hv_9B2Amfx8hM401Chhgp7wkzEIygBz8YCVczP5IfOgDzpCoEZ83uDMpAvDgZnoeBjhVLGKUUAv5rRJnR_HAt68RrZkkNHm9-vucW5w/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />"The sun will come out, tomorrow . . . "<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLr8Hgz-rOE-0m_U3FQ5F8PIkZMl1o5xYRrhyOIQeFlwibgy1_ruF5o9rPZv7p2zjlZtbI1KHBs975VnMy6tn5BstRGEP4Q6FLX6CLCt0ugzSs4OISks5i1knnX6k-jJ9aIixd230MkLk/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216419451555874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLr8Hgz-rOE-0m_U3FQ5F8PIkZMl1o5xYRrhyOIQeFlwibgy1_ruF5o9rPZv7p2zjlZtbI1KHBs975VnMy6tn5BstRGEP4Q6FLX6CLCt0ugzSs4OISks5i1knnX6k-jJ9aIixd230MkLk/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"You're only a day away . . ."<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvijRCd-hr0r65NYauee4eR4JNUatL8-L0_dxwALjfigCW-tTWv_IPM5uAoMT6W42RRzJ9ErVoxFS0C9hYcwv2a7rtNckwaqsTNb49yVNzuoSfVJocQsLrhFkTmCi7Ear8EaXQIPx1fuk/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215881840322994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvijRCd-hr0r65NYauee4eR4JNUatL8-L0_dxwALjfigCW-tTWv_IPM5uAoMT6W42RRzJ9ErVoxFS0C9hYcwv2a7rtNckwaqsTNb49yVNzuoSfVJocQsLrhFkTmCi7Ear8EaXQIPx1fuk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C .as a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hoovervillian</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3lSp4fHkoA_PSFTXp4Wjc0fTvZf0_kXfopdZ26berxw0SiVTwd1gjloSo68zMGXuy94F5iGJWmVtnxpWPzzTtN-gHO_GxdSM2KaVozMAmjmQsynqt7f4v-PuuZGP6Sx5Jj_4Ix4m1EY/s1600-h/6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215877198548258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3lSp4fHkoA_PSFTXp4Wjc0fTvZf0_kXfopdZ26berxw0SiVTwd1gjloSo68zMGXuy94F5iGJWmVtnxpWPzzTtN-gHO_GxdSM2KaVozMAmjmQsynqt7f4v-PuuZGP6Sx5Jj_4Ix4m1EY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"We'd like to thank you Herbert Hoover . . . ."</div><br /><div>(I know it's blurry, but I love this picture.)<br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVyO_e3YJGT92yLkqX_o8SklPHpYCWW5CASC15dwI3Bk-laSHZnkTtHAPgEVTxrKgdTW8ZHMOb6LNyDzr_Ztv74dd75mC5KGsoLlhqqxQ4VX_A5WjEENdiwD1lqQI4l0RlDlqWVY9ZqQ/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215873404760642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgVyO_e3YJGT92yLkqX_o8SklPHpYCWW5CASC15dwI3Bk-laSHZnkTtHAPgEVTxrKgdTW8ZHMOb6LNyDzr_Ztv74dd75mC5KGsoLlhqqxQ4VX_A5WjEENdiwD1lqQI4l0RlDlqWVY9ZqQ/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>"Little girls, little girls, everywhere I look, I can see them . . ."<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4wmGSo-YPTTq343uaueXnQJ_bOFuoTdLOJ11zMomHFevod74CbtwEQg5IYgWih3jllGrQrURz9_uDXAEXuk5iVdMehZln4qc6T9OvHnWInoBv5WxDfIbHaBHtzf0QmG0kLzuX0Pn8uo/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215839472135362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4wmGSo-YPTTq343uaueXnQJ_bOFuoTdLOJ11zMomHFevod74CbtwEQg5IYgWih3jllGrQrURz9_uDXAEXuk5iVdMehZln4qc6T9OvHnWInoBv5WxDfIbHaBHtzf0QmG0kLzuX0Pn8uo/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hannigan</span> stole the show!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281305139760144498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7zhptYdIkZ-F2iRBcAU5uhQWgv5aTlBkA5ghDMnzmkiiDbOKupTLcl6LubxXYFNTgxx82J7ITnW1aQvyzZnbvqzP7L8SutsJPWMgv9BwPXLbQ8P8rWcnwblHC218MJvvzdyXjQvGHAc/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hannigan</span> and Grace<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpYBC1d7mLnwJamCj6_5L4PBWT5CMxDpFj7TdLTpiVgqSgr4Vc3_M10GSxgNmLM3KZpnJqSup2NQd2VTWoc62d699Ai89uNhy7u4y3cnprw0X0aA1JxygmAH5pTOh89HTX-cKB_uNOCc/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215487486460546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpYBC1d7mLnwJamCj6_5L4PBWT5CMxDpFj7TdLTpiVgqSgr4Vc3_M10GSxgNmLM3KZpnJqSup2NQd2VTWoc62d699Ai89uNhy7u4y3cnprw0X0aA1JxygmAH5pTOh89HTX-cKB_uNOCc/s400/10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"The swimming pool is to the right , . . ."</div><div>(C.C. far right.)<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH86AWke21Zs7plL3BNLje82vJceyiwYoSD7aCs9mwYyX81nMA7RD3ek0oH0ZEsVTG3s8c4X2NQLm9x6DzEVzvBPPIOu2xDT_7YLNkRXupWdTrxAwbNnjn1PWKynhsHbKm99Q1vbhH5u0/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215481706684018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH86AWke21Zs7plL3BNLje82vJceyiwYoSD7aCs9mwYyX81nMA7RD3ek0oH0ZEsVTG3s8c4X2NQLm9x6DzEVzvBPPIOu2xDT_7YLNkRXupWdTrxAwbNnjn1PWKynhsHbKm99Q1vbhH5u0/s400/11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"I think I'm gonna' like it here . . ."<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHG01lflflx-WBF5XO6txJ_q4irM-6INnMzW44Fsq7hnz7TP3dHdeT-nVSxzVNXyoF4U1LJsR2ftx4SWMUj0XXdljQTw6rOb2b5-HOTbjNPOnrurNC7lJTZ_8k-EZ2qugQoHypVvZ8FI/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215482413733938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUHG01lflflx-WBF5XO6txJ_q4irM-6INnMzW44Fsq7hnz7TP3dHdeT-nVSxzVNXyoF4U1LJsR2ftx4SWMUj0XXdljQTw6rOb2b5-HOTbjNPOnrurNC7lJTZ_8k-EZ2qugQoHypVvZ8FI/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C as a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Warbucks</span> Staff<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-F55AV4CIViWBiJQ73q2_fGlFz5d3q7LpciX8rpvVQ387RaaQtMXjGiN5P6Rw3gppQF8oBMzWG1iuInEbow2_fxwYmoMvEmC6xlYh2j796GCY4hv6rXfAYefxpIqcgg_uxNND1eC8lD8/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215477879429922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-F55AV4CIViWBiJQ73q2_fGlFz5d3q7LpciX8rpvVQ387RaaQtMXjGiN5P6Rw3gppQF8oBMzWG1iuInEbow2_fxwYmoMvEmC6xlYh2j796GCY4hv6rXfAYefxpIqcgg_uxNND1eC8lD8/s400/13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Healy</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Warbucks</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNbLJr8o3VA4znUL1sdKTPAFSEuA4lIaL3tYrUhrg6LdvY9W283pMmVbrw-6HMsrjafydzsFO1TxAz47QmFABTDNhNC7GezZ-zsmqnv10hN4VVc4BZiFBTM-lAxSlcTI_cUgQBXFemhY/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215478593866162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnNbLJr8o3VA4znUL1sdKTPAFSEuA4lIaL3tYrUhrg6LdvY9W283pMmVbrw-6HMsrjafydzsFO1TxAz47QmFABTDNhNC7GezZ-zsmqnv10hN4VVc4BZiFBTM-lAxSlcTI_cUgQBXFemhY/s400/14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wacky and Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">McCracken</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0DrUEiszFc8chHFqgmHR8hV8zjqxSo0_4eKvECRR6BSAuctlXEaC0MzNQegvDIRvVUtKO5QkkanJHwP55rRI4Ays0S9QK6c9DDti_nfzLNfxwqpmg7EOlxzfi5us_sx1hmuDDkynj2w/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215117810682834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0DrUEiszFc8chHFqgmHR8hV8zjqxSo0_4eKvECRR6BSAuctlXEaC0MzNQegvDIRvVUtKO5QkkanJHwP55rRI4Ays0S9QK6c9DDti_nfzLNfxwqpmg7EOlxzfi5us_sx1hmuDDkynj2w/s400/15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bert and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Warbucks</span> again<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215112568732066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJC5QPYltgcGR2DSElCkQF1Gal8nOQYvu-vRofLS3ZoO02bAp3DSfe83zTC-IQJAZFHyrmGGZ1_194Dhl8E7SEsA7nP8PWXy-bS1YmmFAkt8rIGubbjixpwFh_D_wA41n1oKPpFdcAmyU/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /><br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Ahhh</span>, the lovely <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Boylan</span> Sisters . . ."<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdh8NV7W81HUiZy9BIyhMa2P0n5NfcQrKrpk8fssKEZ4j5nDHF3IaBvC6czVgtC8cVIUC4vBsw902HJDmOPMmuI_9iW8ZiYzfxPpfPgX9mosVjXS1pulapoiNW4tb_5sv3eKwrQ7MDag/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215110086720242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdh8NV7W81HUiZy9BIyhMa2P0n5NfcQrKrpk8fssKEZ4j5nDHF3IaBvC6czVgtC8cVIUC4vBsw902HJDmOPMmuI_9iW8ZiYzfxPpfPgX9mosVjXS1pulapoiNW4tb_5sv3eKwrQ7MDag/s400/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />"You're never fully dressed without a smile . . ."<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rXjUZppXxwGt0PfHU15ZOQZnNkoR5bEZTmnoBQtrzGcLprfcNQYY1wfl5aMpYjrjONe7ld5TfeSv947fWTpOdgJrh9wfmjuX5_KjCBSvI1bu6DeQZgXWhGjHU6c-xikQTwz98WUOBHM/s1600-h/18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215105738453922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0rXjUZppXxwGt0PfHU15ZOQZnNkoR5bEZTmnoBQtrzGcLprfcNQYY1wfl5aMpYjrjONe7ld5TfeSv947fWTpOdgJrh9wfmjuX5_KjCBSvI1bu6DeQZgXWhGjHU6c-xikQTwz98WUOBHM/s400/18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Bert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Healy's</span> "Hour of Smile"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5EdxcOj8jXQYgaBm6_DfjcVpWcFaprpOU3G_kplXVJouOoksOvbqqUepdcSQN0gqG1n0b7W841ydqr0AE_yj4I5_zZuq9aDv3E1-4CosI4xQZtTHg5Dk7P7BMbHGcu7jJEsgnF6Z1hCw/s1600-h/19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215101894748226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5EdxcOj8jXQYgaBm6_DfjcVpWcFaprpOU3G_kplXVJouOoksOvbqqUepdcSQN0gqG1n0b7W841ydqr0AE_yj4I5_zZuq9aDv3E1-4CosI4xQZtTHg5Dk7P7BMbHGcu7jJEsgnF6Z1hCw/s400/19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The orphans listening to Bert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Healy's</span> "Hour of Smile"<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214487531089378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpytCd7Nm3PxFVyPwpEYOunet8NxntKmM6IK7NyvbU_rITJr6UYfzGIav74bYI10gBwK2ZB7S_XdlFEL8n98vaeoQ81hSy_y4SRvsOKsVjeIPqburzZ6jh_-NY5kl-H8ONX4ltvaGvvKs/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><div>"Smile, darn ya, smile"<br /><br /></div><div>(Isn't she the CUTEST orphan?"<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MdjlP5FCkM2ukI7vfpF18KS-5V36Cf804hvHeKSQ-AbZEuXn8aMwr3oDTEnuhsG-_g1rwH0ovG1hVvnanB0k_zpxkHSxqOb2Cnw-uYiuUZQzkg3AdxHhVxF4c3V5JPmVK9QW2uRjkW4/s1600-h/21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214486668277010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3MdjlP5FCkM2ukI7vfpF18KS-5V36Cf804hvHeKSQ-AbZEuXn8aMwr3oDTEnuhsG-_g1rwH0ovG1hVvnanB0k_zpxkHSxqOb2Cnw-uYiuUZQzkg3AdxHhVxF4c3V5JPmVK9QW2uRjkW4/s400/21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Part of the Orphan Kick Line<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4bqqhT9F7D5dpLbBfp1H6v_9F5NfciyYqU1J9TcYblqtzTrhlQrYIiMQsMnpCAn-evd-yAxbn77ct5SZJ4kX9Fs6vhHA-5XaeRHVZFSo0kneOQmskVN0cPQV63tHHdpP-Qzs-Ub15PY/s1600-h/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214480089449970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4bqqhT9F7D5dpLbBfp1H6v_9F5NfciyYqU1J9TcYblqtzTrhlQrYIiMQsMnpCAn-evd-yAxbn77ct5SZJ4kX9Fs6vhHA-5XaeRHVZFSo0kneOQmskVN0cPQV63tHHdpP-Qzs-Ub15PY/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>"I don't need anything but you . . ."<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKx2Kg-K0YXehlghrsoYaati7Fsw8WECxurgstwhCgIbVwOOV3laTP6yQd0a9VyA_Ig9RBKXWoogIhzemxFEqwqcac1nSDy3gy1U5yl-4rMOTBUmKxEFCkSjeYYYf-Htf2MsGjVl4WM4/s1600-h/23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214468735469234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKx2Kg-K0YXehlghrsoYaati7Fsw8WECxurgstwhCgIbVwOOV3laTP6yQd0a9VyA_Ig9RBKXWoogIhzemxFEqwqcac1nSDy3gy1U5yl-4rMOTBUmKxEFCkSjeYYYf-Htf2MsGjVl4WM4/s400/23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Rooster and Lily (as Ralph and Shirley <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Mudge</span>) about to butcher the adoption plans.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTztT_p5yFkLUMZNMtAwhwIgWLyKbDMj61QfdIIcAtQ3Vezp5pTId5KA4ogkxUd2bANKFthwR3nxOSLHb1S-TofypV08pxaRNE_1HvbVEMEfuTaIafzB7_ptrPK2PJIN_T_s7rcPtDzI/s1600-h/24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214468802449026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTztT_p5yFkLUMZNMtAwhwIgWLyKbDMj61QfdIIcAtQ3Vezp5pTId5KA4ogkxUd2bANKFthwR3nxOSLHb1S-TofypV08pxaRNE_1HvbVEMEfuTaIafzB7_ptrPK2PJIN_T_s7rcPtDzI/s400/24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Grace and Annie listening to Rooster and Lily try to butcher the adoption plans.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSQ4_y5qinPEbQVaBfThp0wycxkC3S6_BAuuFlmbfMexanNtYY9e5hG2bmLhFIgWPrbRbku7E5pKjleZ6r5rPD32M_LskzZBMFWdqP9LLmjA8PXGyNCbktR54ynFtnHYAGLt3ATe7OPc/s1600-h/25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214103511954114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsSQ4_y5qinPEbQVaBfThp0wycxkC3S6_BAuuFlmbfMexanNtYY9e5hG2bmLhFIgWPrbRbku7E5pKjleZ6r5rPD32M_LskzZBMFWdqP9LLmjA8PXGyNCbktR54ynFtnHYAGLt3ATe7OPc/s400/25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Hannigan</span> dressed up for Christmas . . . and about to be busted! </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxef01DRsHvNHw4YOS0EDuwczDqGFGFBDwYFD-m1683Jjp5o-cs9YnmLHDxLisUM9bbLby-xa8qMcZEAsXbgcKYBH8JLuCgYRFzue_Y7zzpdW4SkjCMChyphenhyphenAABraJxAq5fUGRaiC8s4ZoQ/s1600-h/26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214101398884098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxef01DRsHvNHw4YOS0EDuwczDqGFGFBDwYFD-m1683Jjp5o-cs9YnmLHDxLisUM9bbLby-xa8qMcZEAsXbgcKYBH8JLuCgYRFzue_Y7zzpdW4SkjCMChyphenhyphenAABraJxAq5fUGRaiC8s4ZoQ/s400/26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Random <em>Annie</em> pictures . . .<br /></div><div>Grace, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Warbucks</span>, Annie, Sandy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Hannigan</span>, and Rooster during bows<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRkMgw-WoshTmsVITtrX5C3ACwxhHy3nqyBmP0LYIIzbGSL4GYdkXxp5x-LJ_xODLBom8MuN65J00f4CGAeI28_DD-X3foKmqcLSiDQoabe7NK8yZiEU4DJ0jTxCL7tNd4M8hj8Ep-7A/s1600-h/27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214097716020066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwRkMgw-WoshTmsVITtrX5C3ACwxhHy3nqyBmP0LYIIzbGSL4GYdkXxp5x-LJ_xODLBom8MuN65J00f4CGAeI28_DD-X3foKmqcLSiDQoabe7NK8yZiEU4DJ0jTxCL7tNd4M8hj8Ep-7A/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C. in her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Hooverville</span> costume<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVS4-jQ2Zue9wOd5RMhcNEHrnD5gaz_cYH6rcKvK0goOySieV13PEYV8NzV3Np0L0rz0XJ2mh5nCIWViyRKhLyGBFDQBFHo62wFjo2EmeFAi9Ttf1tuSFcklYsQhLTjpIuOpbwIRg0AM/s1600-h/28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214093066154770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVS4-jQ2Zue9wOd5RMhcNEHrnD5gaz_cYH6rcKvK0goOySieV13PEYV8NzV3Np0L0rz0XJ2mh5nCIWViyRKhLyGBFDQBFHo62wFjo2EmeFAi9Ttf1tuSFcklYsQhLTjpIuOpbwIRg0AM/s400/28.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C in her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Warbucks Staff</span> costume<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CBGsUPcf8tdwhmnfw1BTDON14gK2Iq5RQMAtTgvibzY-ZDTJrSd3IV4cCxEZFx_embppdZFojji2rBqJxbQqAfDYjFsrdik34J68WOXs2MpR_AxuTIVOYgxqLbHpqvTHlpNKeTm1zBM/s1600-h/29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280214091254170242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CBGsUPcf8tdwhmnfw1BTDON14gK2Iq5RQMAtTgvibzY-ZDTJrSd3IV4cCxEZFx_embppdZFojji2rBqJxbQqAfDYjFsrdik34J68WOXs2MpR_AxuTIVOYgxqLbHpqvTHlpNKeTm1zBM/s400/29.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNr0JfaTL8Fs_pzZSqkT72DCUvozq9ZrSSWcmkOt2w2p5KVnA9jijeDe6pAOAvCifRj4uHyHFBlCD7DhK5Flxis64T3zSqa9ZcnhO55AcSca9fYOvLP3Vib8-MwUYP__rbJ6zXQAR4aM/s1600-h/30.jpg"></a><div><br />The villains . . . Lily, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Hannigan</span>, and Rooster<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDgVfKLYmp8Rc04W92bv0vj9-OjmrnXMaBoS1OeSyxUZGmtp5Mb4mQfGRsIfy4NP1XQNE0rEwmJ85AVDjG3q_XUGFFYptmtbcAvWKtb4sxqemPwQvaBe2ST4phl7vgMauLw7CZvkpxyQ/s1600-h/30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213763914717666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDgVfKLYmp8Rc04W92bv0vj9-OjmrnXMaBoS1OeSyxUZGmtp5Mb4mQfGRsIfy4NP1XQNE0rEwmJ85AVDjG3q_XUGFFYptmtbcAvWKtb4sxqemPwQvaBe2ST4phl7vgMauLw7CZvkpxyQ/s400/30.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Good Day Sacramento t.v. appearance<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZcLG6xIFNmA-VHwqwRSL63oBtHb5cup29W_NMQ4P8epk0u3ZTSdEPXp2bhKVayFoYPl2NtFqjSmuIZ7_QbUWN2n2zTjZA8dLtq25PzGcjCvyuEkFjIK6FTktSL4mFKVAe7NFhT-YfLE/s1600-h/31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213761171983490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZcLG6xIFNmA-VHwqwRSL63oBtHb5cup29W_NMQ4P8epk0u3ZTSdEPXp2bhKVayFoYPl2NtFqjSmuIZ7_QbUWN2n2zTjZA8dLtq25PzGcjCvyuEkFjIK6FTktSL4mFKVAe7NFhT-YfLE/s400/31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C. C. and friends at 6:00 a.m.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsRYOQCIT4p64ZY549RCyV-r9aaye8jL82dqYXcX8XqgbvuTpSDFdzewKfPO7-Sv_5hN8WCbkhYPSpdM4M7v22PBjt88-BQ2qf_98gLGQI3d9qvk6o5aQUtImM_HFyBwuBV_xjQjYKms/s1600-h/32.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213762450900466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsRYOQCIT4p64ZY549RCyV-r9aaye8jL82dqYXcX8XqgbvuTpSDFdzewKfPO7-Sv_5hN8WCbkhYPSpdM4M7v22PBjt88-BQ2qf_98gLGQI3d9qvk6o5aQUtImM_HFyBwuBV_xjQjYKms/s400/32.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Good Day Sacramento anchor dressed as Annie<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Cbg-jhj7W76wDZIbpQqmUp5HkY3npvGgigNfECv2ALVjKaCglnj7CEB_gz2ql3YTXcNgEOY6WqhsGO1HqjC9kB51hIcO7h5Mn_WPL2D89kghSnwbGI7h0larpdNuuBs0zxSzD0vWz80/s1600-h/33.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213756330260178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Cbg-jhj7W76wDZIbpQqmUp5HkY3npvGgigNfECv2ALVjKaCglnj7CEB_gz2ql3YTXcNgEOY6WqhsGO1HqjC9kB51hIcO7h5Mn_WPL2D89kghSnwbGI7h0larpdNuuBs0zxSzD0vWz80/s400/33.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The orphans in the orphanage<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2Mx867sLxNxsVnfOzJj1VsQh8yMZyAdv3ntkcbwjj5STp-103UIysWP25w4pXj0-cC0VjmftqVtCGL0P_c3kYp78l85IsMRLphm2vIS2QxtHyjzj9kPbCKPgyR9BOmui2_hsyy7kmdQ/s1600-h/34.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213332977896418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc2Mx867sLxNxsVnfOzJj1VsQh8yMZyAdv3ntkcbwjj5STp-103UIysWP25w4pXj0-cC0VjmftqVtCGL0P_c3kYp78l85IsMRLphm2vIS2QxtHyjzj9kPbCKPgyR9BOmui2_hsyy7kmdQ/s400/34.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Hannigan</span> and "Annie"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbCht0LgzeuXKjT4qO1qowaOoINXqPk7yIMwIneAFQxellp54wVmqvVsn2Z36iDYPYoKMpO3Z6Ev_iahTzszTPNaTcZsRNhV3kQW7Riw4gSjv99IyRWj57J0F36EvfkUYVxNGI-o38XM/s1600-h/35.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213326436739778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmbCht0LgzeuXKjT4qO1qowaOoINXqPk7yIMwIneAFQxellp54wVmqvVsn2Z36iDYPYoKMpO3Z6Ev_iahTzszTPNaTcZsRNhV3kQW7Riw4gSjv99IyRWj57J0F36EvfkUYVxNGI-o38XM/s400/35.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Annie and orphans<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qENtsmBuQVVl2Q3gE7kYa3DFn9AQ3ZQTS_nZX89XR2DV98lih5yWz4lhKWOyERt1saCMjw8wSzk0GKERtQ8okfNAqo4fzJ4omKg3p2E9xWRm3Rs5Km_XqQwf42pa3FxFrBQYs5F7Ldw/s1600-h/36.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213325756123634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8qENtsmBuQVVl2Q3gE7kYa3DFn9AQ3ZQTS_nZX89XR2DV98lih5yWz4lhKWOyERt1saCMjw8wSzk0GKERtQ8okfNAqo4fzJ4omKg3p2E9xWRm3Rs5Km_XqQwf42pa3FxFrBQYs5F7Ldw/s400/36.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Annie" and orphans<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPespgG5dv7A2JaQfJNIdxlYHb5_xIl65Y2G20y7BruzsJ2-Dc7VpS2n286l4FhQDbgLwXACcftj72wS5JaQ23HsqWZ6LYbljJ_lBOUc8Lk17Wh8eF-Z2XygMiE8p5V3ss_UtBYrH0pU/s1600-h/37.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280213320602273378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPespgG5dv7A2JaQfJNIdxlYHb5_xIl65Y2G20y7BruzsJ2-Dc7VpS2n286l4FhQDbgLwXACcftj72wS5JaQ23HsqWZ6LYbljJ_lBOUc8Lk17Wh8eF-Z2XygMiE8p5V3ss_UtBYrH0pU/s400/37.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C in her NYC costume . . . she was a Mom<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZHkd6ktVaHH095xBoUgyOd54v09Z1ZyCtH9JEd0OaM-lDL77MUiNjqFPXGBrtinhtNaOEpQrVgCbL6VV4163MwId2zcWlOEqdgfK-3-uIBQPNxTBj-E_maZYHo-iFOtj4P3e2S0XW9Q/s1600-h/38.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212959066132530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZHkd6ktVaHH095xBoUgyOd54v09Z1ZyCtH9JEd0OaM-lDL77MUiNjqFPXGBrtinhtNaOEpQrVgCbL6VV4163MwId2zcWlOEqdgfK-3-uIBQPNxTBj-E_maZYHo-iFOtj4P3e2S0XW9Q/s400/38.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Warbucks</span> mansion<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7RWq45v8s80eSf0dScvc9GBy2r_0y1rzgi8AEKuvGHSmKxsVSvzEAe5y2lFOOtUHyqiTa4hK-ruNs6LdFBZPRo1DIwPchw0Y0SoU78xedRh8tDqJFVHSRwweEgCsD4SIpSEL9SsEjNg/s1600-h/39.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212951057914962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn7RWq45v8s80eSf0dScvc9GBy2r_0y1rzgi8AEKuvGHSmKxsVSvzEAe5y2lFOOtUHyqiTa4hK-ruNs6LdFBZPRo1DIwPchw0Y0SoU78xedRh8tDqJFVHSRwweEgCsD4SIpSEL9SsEjNg/s400/39.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212942132939826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEb_4amu-GyIL4pWWCbz9Ry8nFCxLrIxEo7TlDyMxOmy-cn0E6nBbafU5EjeFOwxxJBByc3tQaqAAUilSYh5qLGhoGkRjwoOnv8ouCS_oVlag7AZvxmQy0HVH3QLrBT7wH6HtXyRYOjtE/s400/41.jpg" border="0" /><br />Family Picture<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZPwJoppLNA5UyJaUXrLsnmD4B_R8zkCUQ1m6Y825wZST7UuUci2dbRyZS1NuJ042WytPupD6ov4405h-4TwL11VIOk9GfvgA5PK8Y4GBnCKw1TmO2Lwlz41TuTHO8k1DNmJ0mrBrl0c/s1600-h/40.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212943002239298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZPwJoppLNA5UyJaUXrLsnmD4B_R8zkCUQ1m6Y825wZST7UuUci2dbRyZS1NuJ042WytPupD6ov4405h-4TwL11VIOk9GfvgA5PK8Y4GBnCKw1TmO2Lwlz41TuTHO8k1DNmJ0mrBrl0c/s400/40.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Rooster, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Hannigan</span>, and Lily in their awesome shirts!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcNHqjjh6BJJlD_dStSH_uKLzgfjo28FlLsNyvhnpjY6GL_0B5_-Riy2EPtDLj97XfPW8cUYFjTJu1IMjbDw1o965wyYx8IVzC6HlSkehh9vo0hGrtG4ZQ2dbFsG8PHLkDsx4n9zfIS2M/s1600-h/42.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280212936531419090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcNHqjjh6BJJlD_dStSH_uKLzgfjo28FlLsNyvhnpjY6GL_0B5_-Riy2EPtDLj97XfPW8cUYFjTJu1IMjbDw1o965wyYx8IVzC6HlSkehh9vo0hGrtG4ZQ2dbFsG8PHLkDsx4n9zfIS2M/s400/42.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>C.C. and Bert <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Healy</span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2E-aVgRYKi2nmGXmZnqm-anKazkGqwCciDS17WhvHHcHlNl3_jGUmgUqnXCvMcqKOnnp7yms1vQrF3HsjBgA5ayaKLq9P1nIndS4_oF70YFPsArYHiGIJJppsG05K2Kq162eeS_d2ng/s1600-h/43.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211886529784210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2E-aVgRYKi2nmGXmZnqm-anKazkGqwCciDS17WhvHHcHlNl3_jGUmgUqnXCvMcqKOnnp7yms1vQrF3HsjBgA5ayaKLq9P1nIndS4_oF70YFPsArYHiGIJJppsG05K2Kq162eeS_d2ng/s400/43.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C. and her tap friend, Devin, as Mrs. Pugh<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_az8uB9EGzgo/SUcUvBQSbuI/AAAAAAAABGc/Rh8xoSKxNo/s1600-h/44.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211886138355426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxicXAt0ufdMYv6m1vPiOIw89cbk8WusThsbAILyCuFB0rTmSbzeVn_bYdCjaS6Beo4eCY-lRyIchbvq6ab8gMk_0mlDN1vz8_ILIjPxJCdPJg1VrPtpUgS0qLpwh-_6N5rMN3va8PeA/s400/44.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C. and the emotional Miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Hannigan</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNUtOjh_vCgSuZ2Zia_Me0m15de5_P-IFrOlKokvTfTmQ23VT0zKhMGnLC6TpGm645gcdvgQKIquBPMBc4-PplZpbyzrvOOpmNykdzjUhbT8EUad7J7w-Uv7MhYU47Xyp8yuk-nFQjxY/s1600-h/45.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211885540989154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNUtOjh_vCgSuZ2Zia_Me0m15de5_P-IFrOlKokvTfTmQ23VT0zKhMGnLC6TpGm645gcdvgQKIquBPMBc4-PplZpbyzrvOOpmNykdzjUhbT8EUad7J7w-Uv7MhYU47Xyp8yuk-nFQjxY/s400/45.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C. and Lily</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXrDVmHrsWGztyUebCYdWt9pXlW-AJNJu82JzMHKEAHypTDpTeqcRoaeVYOoc4s5gEWT5qEXQl0Ysm4fedKISnv0bryOI41iVMoSJwFpDHEL-6ktKWRu8NyYqi6Gyv7HR_OivM4lCn7M/s1600-h/46.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211882312136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPXrDVmHrsWGztyUebCYdWt9pXlW-AJNJu82JzMHKEAHypTDpTeqcRoaeVYOoc4s5gEWT5qEXQl0Ysm4fedKISnv0bryOI41iVMoSJwFpDHEL-6ktKWRu8NyYqi6Gyv7HR_OivM4lCn7M/s400/46.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C and her other tap friend, Terry, as Rooster<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhICf7h0WMAoL2afD6CqYvRmVFw0oXheVfFcs-vLGQzHZhOWZn63-YFtnCxt9R2oEhKW90qxDtPOv2mW4Evlo12apQWXLF6blu-toA4E9QOYdqdhj86IMtJMMm-WCEwHBFmWb66j_vNQVs/s1600-h/47.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211495446519090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhICf7h0WMAoL2afD6CqYvRmVFw0oXheVfFcs-vLGQzHZhOWZn63-YFtnCxt9R2oEhKW90qxDtPOv2mW4Evlo12apQWXLF6blu-toA4E9QOYdqdhj86IMtJMMm-WCEwHBFmWb66j_vNQVs/s400/47.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />One of the Boylan Sisters, Grace and C.C. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy06qxGyTe-7kTRTxJC8iP3ijcj1f3cgbvKsqHhNnltLclT_lMDqfJwmFHf7pAeim7MzXjf1LHQHeeJetetGnMacu8mqmq__TNJ3UdquY8b_INW5GzrP8FcitPWgaDjh1uaj67mD9vMJs/s1600-h/48.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211497760024498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy06qxGyTe-7kTRTxJC8iP3ijcj1f3cgbvKsqHhNnltLclT_lMDqfJwmFHf7pAeim7MzXjf1LHQHeeJetetGnMacu8mqmq__TNJ3UdquY8b_INW5GzrP8FcitPWgaDjh1uaj67mD9vMJs/s400/48.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Annie and C.C.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3zS65mo0IpmrjYzBSAplbnRZYduQxHaPdVPhTHP-p-MrRCiNk6q0s-g4NdlpkMDRg-AA2VtYBVaZqmI9yN-DdTW5_vHYMWsOeAKhBE18wG_eOsLqmYgmmJ7sTZVugSjnS_4asQgCAZ6U/s1600-h/49.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211491865102866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3zS65mo0IpmrjYzBSAplbnRZYduQxHaPdVPhTHP-p-MrRCiNk6q0s-g4NdlpkMDRg-AA2VtYBVaZqmI9yN-DdTW5_vHYMWsOeAKhBE18wG_eOsLqmYgmmJ7sTZVugSjnS_4asQgCAZ6U/s400/49.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Warbucks and C.C.</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJF-SoyqGeuzZ9QgA4NhmXRKWFk9DuaQJtSQUx2ArDBjBLyt512HMDT8BsgFF01i4bKtHvSI6B3i8w-bGvQkzTOK5mH69C7Eu4VCFAerKiPBXr9GT9DLFRKkTOOGyI6t7rTUnYnN9HAI4/s1600-h/50.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211490499089314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJF-SoyqGeuzZ9QgA4NhmXRKWFk9DuaQJtSQUx2ArDBjBLyt512HMDT8BsgFF01i4bKtHvSI6B3i8w-bGvQkzTOK5mH69C7Eu4VCFAerKiPBXr9GT9DLFRKkTOOGyI6t7rTUnYnN9HAI4/s400/50.jpg" border="0" /></a> C.C and Sandy<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDmMnhcUWmPLOWWVPYI3xYspq7YR5G_VJ0mlEzZ6lCSYYHWszhZ6SzEV3q2oNFh03smzQzKRxa3JsCLSa44N5n1CEgYH5qZuTiLd9Qw5NejtsvXiwC9fULy_HZwRaO3PGBt0r6GYkRSQ/s1600-h/51.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211484342886994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaDmMnhcUWmPLOWWVPYI3xYspq7YR5G_VJ0mlEzZ6lCSYYHWszhZ6SzEV3q2oNFh03smzQzKRxa3JsCLSa44N5n1CEgYH5qZuTiLd9Qw5NejtsvXiwC9fULy_HZwRaO3PGBt0r6GYkRSQ/s400/51.jpg" border="0" /></a> The End</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-32294077192979836532008-12-13T17:45:00.000-08:002008-12-15T17:02:13.657-08:00This is for Katie, and EVERYONE else who has given up on me . . .<div>I've never really considered myself to be crazy, but as I sit by the light of the computer screen, typing to myself, I am beginning to second guess myself! Yes, it has been seven long months since I have posted to my lonely blog, but I promise, it has not been seven long months since I thought about all of my blog friends. During my blog hiatus, I still took the time to visit everyone, though not always leaving comments . . . you see, my excuse is this: Starting with <em>The</em> <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wiz</span></em>, I took on the job as "Official Cast Bio Typist" and therefore sat for many hours typing the bios of each cast member, harassing the parents of the cast members who refused to read the newsletter, therefore holding up the entire bio typing process by not turning them in on time . . . lather, rinse, repeat!! I know, it doesn't sound like a valid excuse, but it's all I can think of right now!</div><br /><br /><div>I now give you the speed tour of th<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">e</span> last seven months in review . . . fasten your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">seatbelts</span>, keep your arms in at all times . . .<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Wiz</span> </em></strong></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoRrz7t4UI3DOt0xlsT8zHyv4T50Z24NZ8Ig1tlT47BEoXiZc8_X0HQJBPkNS9A6Jo4MFGr-32akxtkj1BDpZKpdCdSDqBYI6rKaxsWNnPF-TwiuK-u2Y60Z1Jmo5TV8HO4GD-GyH8is/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459874575635026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoRrz7t4UI3DOt0xlsT8zHyv4T50Z24NZ8Ig1tlT47BEoXiZc8_X0HQJBPkNS9A6Jo4MFGr-32akxtkj1BDpZKpdCdSDqBYI6rKaxsWNnPF-TwiuK-u2Y60Z1Jmo5TV8HO4GD-GyH8is/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a> C.C. rehearsed and performed in <em>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wiz</span></em>. In the photo above, she is part of the tornado. I'm not sure which one she is, but I promise, she's there! In the photo below, we have the hysterically funny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Addaperle</span>, the Good Witch of the South, and the Munchkins. Aren't the costumes fabulous . . . so fun!<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FT0VnvbPqhaWkHdAapsnC6ZgexpeETbtPpdDms_Pb3uoBQydsvBwO1TDxIzVOYZRyCse53jXU-08FZFl9YRvyez8xLnadt1pdpuGsqhdGRaL2ZkbxXN15WoAWHkdTPiyl1Tip6iVnd4/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459867796711458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FT0VnvbPqhaWkHdAapsnC6ZgexpeETbtPpdDms_Pb3uoBQydsvBwO1TDxIzVOYZRyCse53jXU-08FZFl9YRvyez8xLnadt1pdpuGsqhdGRaL2ZkbxXN15WoAWHkdTPiyl1Tip6iVnd4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Yellow Brick Road<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9jZRAg8uCdbD5rDctWPW2fmmMkLcCXGu-bH6Lrdedq3VvQemvsgkroR6mQwBQvjzyokPMAr2G3VhXqfR8UV3cqKEMULDhfkc7l1dgf2PXNAy2IJWDFU5RAQ6AIfKr5kB3sOq_YMSj_E/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459563569096066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY9jZRAg8uCdbD5rDctWPW2fmmMkLcCXGu-bH6Lrdedq3VvQemvsgkroR6mQwBQvjzyokPMAr2G3VhXqfR8UV3cqKEMULDhfkc7l1dgf2PXNAy2IJWDFU5RAQ6AIfKr5kB3sOq_YMSj_E/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Scarecrow (The Artistic Director told the Set Designer, "I want Wizard of Oz meets Andy Warhol" and here we go . . . )<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqV4gudzjfbfYuuD0apkzCEVZOJBKtSdFyYJcbNWJzfsZcd-4aPpuW4GRW0PmE0p3AHPSed4tLaSZ8t_5DXFuV3yyd8769iAQlMZ5jlmglN9P_EhVedWONcyPODEm2aKDOcTzzKYsHDw/s1600-h/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459563478186546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqV4gudzjfbfYuuD0apkzCEVZOJBKtSdFyYJcbNWJzfsZcd-4aPpuW4GRW0PmE0p3AHPSed4tLaSZ8t_5DXFuV3yyd8769iAQlMZ5jlmglN9P_EhVedWONcyPODEm2aKDOcTzzKYsHDw/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dorothy, Scarecrow, and The Yellow Brick Road<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jeBUy2QgQcZofokTq94rSONIihh40m0K-XSWk6cd2_tq3V9BMs7Z-QJfnjCB8-D9nUYlnOVUmsF5nUctjqNnpH0oSUWQS229Ke3bkuCX_yNtSelo9l48NC60T96lL4cEyvvJaUvCDLc/s1600-h/9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459561180517586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5jeBUy2QgQcZofokTq94rSONIihh40m0K-XSWk6cd2_tq3V9BMs7Z-QJfnjCB8-D9nUYlnOVUmsF5nUctjqNnpH0oSUWQS229Ke3bkuCX_yNtSelo9l48NC60T96lL4cEyvvJaUvCDLc/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Dorothy, tapping Tin Man, and Scarecrow<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXO8KV7lbRdo3WO63EERMoT099dPMiXcraBnT9GYrNhFBZ7-RUGcqcthDlVpfKCZ_UNQQz4_wCCb8TKnvAOB8tSK-7s71fO4Pxq7zGTzrD7bPLUdZrXMzUj0TMWJ1zAeN0djbU7TNd2U/s1600-h/10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459553832929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinXO8KV7lbRdo3WO63EERMoT099dPMiXcraBnT9GYrNhFBZ7-RUGcqcthDlVpfKCZ_UNQQz4_wCCb8TKnvAOB8tSK-7s71fO4Pxq7zGTzrD7bPLUdZrXMzUj0TMWJ1zAeN0djbU7TNd2U/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Lion<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY62vEF-vUiFzHNqBme_w_TUfJYv75-KlJt4nVrzCw2bKgmfDw8ODKrA7AUJM1t1QR4Rjh75kOpRkgwJ1vpXEXpbN6GFl4vLCHRmKLO_CEgMG62CvdEjg6VUjv3VcIwyNYxK64i-Ess_E/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459553782970770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY62vEF-vUiFzHNqBme_w_TUfJYv75-KlJt4nVrzCw2bKgmfDw8ODKrA7AUJM1t1QR4Rjh75kOpRkgwJ1vpXEXpbN6GFl4vLCHRmKLO_CEgMG62CvdEjg6VUjv3VcIwyNYxK64i-Ess_E/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Emerald City Scene: C.C. on the right in the silver wig as an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ozian</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-Ry88frjOvexTkrSB1aptf2d1Cts4XETKZEr3MwmW_jrSjb3gISS-IM0E8GsdcxdsLHo-2sBoE7upuSxihtOt-s1JfxEaorvAPOaTswGf6umpRE7Tv-LxOvqcOMSuJiGNukMvWLTGiw/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459151781202594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-Ry88frjOvexTkrSB1aptf2d1Cts4XETKZEr3MwmW_jrSjb3gISS-IM0E8GsdcxdsLHo-2sBoE7upuSxihtOt-s1JfxEaorvAPOaTswGf6umpRE7Tv-LxOvqcOMSuJiGNukMvWLTGiw/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Wiz</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDte-tnZs6n7py8IiBogUugWEMircMPQJyrvoljgMf0CjJ3oEuW-Wq9bxebNIHVuOQyRM5oV3dMwKeIvfGJ7KTk00rpFbIOMPlUjMyor0iUS8Lg0mprManz7pvLN74LUOWqmKgSssEQzM/s1600-h/13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459144032792402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDte-tnZs6n7py8IiBogUugWEMircMPQJyrvoljgMf0CjJ3oEuW-Wq9bxebNIHVuOQyRM5oV3dMwKeIvfGJ7KTk00rpFbIOMPlUjMyor0iUS8Lg0mprManz7pvLN74LUOWqmKgSssEQzM/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Wiz</span> and the four friends<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyroWEJuStWyYrpkr6s1LNMWTISIpR_djsU424T55DhZJShH504Gv37rMa2j0Z4ATQJKyQbB0On14UJPrRwiVxP5PODZ1v7OOeboNDCSXHC6Ajmw2zNZ6sKV_GzaFyHuDG_hXdR-pWMi8/s1600-h/14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459143725950354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyroWEJuStWyYrpkr6s1LNMWTISIpR_djsU424T55DhZJShH504Gv37rMa2j0Z4ATQJKyQbB0On14UJPrRwiVxP5PODZ1v7OOeboNDCSXHC6Ajmw2zNZ6sKV_GzaFyHuDG_hXdR-pWMi8/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Evilene</span> the evil witch<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZdcWdESwP7d_4V_hu5eqLsel1o_tOCD2hG2DjpbNCN-uM7PWVFAoU07VBfVEkdzMYXzZu72P4pzSOrO0yT_9Z4NqsS5g94-0gQXK0Fyq0EcIkwo5GZRQRmJr5pkper54CA9tZyR_LpU/s1600-h/15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459127299710098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqZdcWdESwP7d_4V_hu5eqLsel1o_tOCD2hG2DjpbNCN-uM7PWVFAoU07VBfVEkdzMYXzZu72P4pzSOrO0yT_9Z4NqsS5g94-0gQXK0Fyq0EcIkwo5GZRQRmJr5pkper54CA9tZyR_LpU/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.wizardofozfestival.org/margaret-pellegrini.html">Margaret <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Pellegrini</span></a>, an original Munchkin from the Wizard of Oz, came to our Opening Night. She was great, and so cute! (Although she told a joke that I still don't get, but oh well.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEdXqQ6ShbVsHRPPavMXAtUOAn37rdeQNgwyqI4cZW4gQj4pjG7aIcSBaXnW9vdnEgrp-_1Wh5Ns32aP1xpVjfF0EfCRM2Li3_oZD8IPk7fqv42M7XOA93Me9o5FBQlnCXMRF5HO8BCo/s1600-h/16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279459117235544066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyEdXqQ6ShbVsHRPPavMXAtUOAn37rdeQNgwyqI4cZW4gQj4pjG7aIcSBaXnW9vdnEgrp-_1Wh5Ns32aP1xpVjfF0EfCRM2Li3_oZD8IPk7fqv42M7XOA93Me9o5FBQlnCXMRF5HO8BCo/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>C.C as a Flying Monkey. She was so thrilled to get this part!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8avFJG_w7jCWk12jMJRS29yz6NihGX95EQnhkowNoH_zCNg3RNLNba9kZZJWAGBnTlB9XY5wLlkh7ewv3kXRb8s8QjO3I2mNcrYygr6VlKaaoosR6RDArP7Lxwb0xFFX40Mnz3ht-d8/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458768116044594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8avFJG_w7jCWk12jMJRS29yz6NihGX95EQnhkowNoH_zCNg3RNLNba9kZZJWAGBnTlB9XY5wLlkh7ewv3kXRb8s8QjO3I2mNcrYygr6VlKaaoosR6RDArP7Lxwb0xFFX40Mnz3ht-d8/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uF1JD83TWFG_MfuaSysPGEsVsy4nU8spOCrjiw5eQNCDa-ywiUvFQwnn33OZmL-Lb7Q3PleZ5n-V3xOowketdbR2-OISOgbwq06P1Pb4sLUYAkcldT7tXrYZx83Jd9Dz5gGx1y-NV-M/s1600-h/18.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458771757996338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9uF1JD83TWFG_MfuaSysPGEsVsy4nU8spOCrjiw5eQNCDa-ywiUvFQwnn33OZmL-Lb7Q3PleZ5n-V3xOowketdbR2-OISOgbwq06P1Pb4sLUYAkcldT7tXrYZx83Jd9Dz5gGx1y-NV-M/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Willy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Wonka</span> </em></strong></div><br /><br /><div>After <em>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Wiz</span></em>, like literally the week after closing show, she <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">began</span> rehearsing for <em>Willy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Wonka</span></em>, in which she played a Candy Kid. In the photo below, she is standing in front of our amazing lobby display . . . do you see the chocolate waterfall and river?<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisw2RFN3MRcIZ_dlLqdxRV4MM8t6Z8-HAgpHFhqvBF088UzTVMsvx3O8y6BYdDG98hEqsriI2w0fkDMzq4FIxzlDOJSHSGs-EeJ2PttcYtrQ6hVhZk6N_1r27N7lXSztZjdNo5fZWU6Ps/s1600-h/19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458765151303394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisw2RFN3MRcIZ_dlLqdxRV4MM8t6Z8-HAgpHFhqvBF088UzTVMsvx3O8y6BYdDG98hEqsriI2w0fkDMzq4FIxzlDOJSHSGs-EeJ2PttcYtrQ6hVhZk6N_1r27N7lXSztZjdNo5fZWU6Ps/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Candy Kid</div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeiGnGX2QtWzJW8zeHuRSRDgpoiLJx5uYlpqyp3TMjb24LnH1Gm54jBqVdvlh7au22a0zHN9Wj9m_oN9WkoHJxdy_fYHGRFsOOa3zN4guV0Xj8A55OqnsSKMm7o3IjZpZ5ug5jkFbXr0/s1600-h/20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458761302316370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEeiGnGX2QtWzJW8zeHuRSRDgpoiLJx5uYlpqyp3TMjb24LnH1Gm54jBqVdvlh7au22a0zHN9Wj9m_oN9WkoHJxdy_fYHGRFsOOa3zN4guV0Xj8A55OqnsSKMm7o3IjZpZ5ug5jkFbXr0/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Candy Kids<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jMQpQp25ZQ9vDAmbkw4MZcz6sRZGa1H2Yb5xcFWBydcEnjsAtY9OIle4DfLH1U4auwZrqfoOB00FOw_raYTtcSt4sTmmXx-fXHr_z7JYFEGfyVDyzKhSp3e_s6DG9dJLb74XvrZbY3E/s1600-h/21.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458387302788578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8jMQpQp25ZQ9vDAmbkw4MZcz6sRZGa1H2Yb5xcFWBydcEnjsAtY9OIle4DfLH1U4auwZrqfoOB00FOw_raYTtcSt4sTmmXx-fXHr_z7JYFEGfyVDyzKhSp3e_s6DG9dJLb74XvrZbY3E/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C. and her very favorite Candy Kid<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj72DL6a5lIOZE2OTJ0ZG3Zn4k5aR8ki-e3d03L_RiCwx-60_zljyXiXHS8lIb3lUg4RTRpd7Qad3XOEFVgFxUBshCHq8ylRXV4GLypwcXLtMxN5KLkbMlGJeWfXo7EyMifutR01obLio/s1600-h/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458381317108402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj72DL6a5lIOZE2OTJ0ZG3Zn4k5aR8ki-e3d03L_RiCwx-60_zljyXiXHS8lIb3lUg4RTRpd7Qad3XOEFVgFxUBshCHq8ylRXV4GLypwcXLtMxN5KLkbMlGJeWfXo7EyMifutR01obLio/s320/22.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />More Candy Kid . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFwWLLZ_cGe3j8CRHeqK7qKDxcCz4oEM7ZSq8P4BOwe_tAR3bSMp9vfwRr1qdtTFVTmsWMkFk7h7cL8MMRfW1hkcItYCgd6D7wBoM-S7LkIgeqHyGsy0wzLGwHtofS0gINsZJKq__J5I/s1600-h/23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458375121866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFwWLLZ_cGe3j8CRHeqK7qKDxcCz4oEM7ZSq8P4BOwe_tAR3bSMp9vfwRr1qdtTFVTmsWMkFk7h7cL8MMRfW1hkcItYCgd6D7wBoM-S7LkIgeqHyGsy0wzLGwHtofS0gINsZJKq__J5I/s320/23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />She also played a lollipop and a gobstopper, but I don't have any pictures of those costumes, which is really sad because they were cute! Well, the lollipop was cute, the gobstopper on the other hand was just plain . . . interesting!<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Oompa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Loompa</span>, Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Teavee</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Candy</span> Kid, and Violet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Beauregarde</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd55hQeoW0qBBwYV4RhjXKI1E7pvkcqnDzDXWvaoG_zs4ygL-9gliAUEPm9TY3TcDYiALvEcjg9kSbAAvJmnq3xWe9mb-V8ORGvnNymq3zTyZExKQpNrZ4S9emFfAC1LXb-uMQMEcwOuU/s1600-h/24.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458370446268546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd55hQeoW0qBBwYV4RhjXKI1E7pvkcqnDzDXWvaoG_zs4ygL-9gliAUEPm9TY3TcDYiALvEcjg9kSbAAvJmnq3xWe9mb-V8ORGvnNymq3zTyZExKQpNrZ4S9emFfAC1LXb-uMQMEcwOuU/s320/24.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Golden Ticket Winners and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Wonka</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nHwmrzrBRKHyPwcjA0j8BpvWaXqUQiFBCozesa3AcLlixMyKlSWykKa0OhMr2BMYV2PJWOFOiv2B6xluiJvpkkktBBZpNgynAJBZYJTi9Xxj1mLtaQw3J4BB8idQmH9L-zoHVXzCxqs/s1600-h/25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458366326872578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9nHwmrzrBRKHyPwcjA0j8BpvWaXqUQiFBCozesa3AcLlixMyKlSWykKa0OhMr2BMYV2PJWOFOiv2B6xluiJvpkkktBBZpNgynAJBZYJTi9Xxj1mLtaQw3J4BB8idQmH9L-zoHVXzCxqs/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Oompa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Loompas</span> . . . so cute!<br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiibl9EOFNV6L8IiZlSR2F1HuAZmohBlLbab4hpcHwegX7VYmOprKCqTGbt17bLczsO18YErPDdgo3mTrRteT_tYQwe_Nh_gz_ZG4HaGKv3nwvcQ-GC2Gl9poTIUAjGRK0C9ebubfklAY/s1600-h/26.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458010881304226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiibl9EOFNV6L8IiZlSR2F1HuAZmohBlLbab4hpcHwegX7VYmOprKCqTGbt17bLczsO18YErPDdgo3mTrRteT_tYQwe_Nh_gz_ZG4HaGKv3nwvcQ-GC2Gl9poTIUAjGRK0C9ebubfklAY/s320/26.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In between <em>The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Wiz</span></em> and <em>Willy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Wonka</span></em>, C.C. had her last day of elementary school. Below is a reminder of the first day of fifth grade, which really doesn't seem that long ago . . . in fact, if you read back probably about three posts, you may be able to see this same picture!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3h6oqyiVJQfVB6qmOTGXJPbVtRBRzCVnAHbCjKKXKpT6cY-yZDoJa1kUM6xkfuZ3kEzla3rBBrluyDELemr3eoZuQFcdQ_wXjzlH0dlw4MK_heS5lMayJw78v5Hze7OwkixxrA1Nt5Q/s1600-h/27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458007077903810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3h6oqyiVJQfVB6qmOTGXJPbVtRBRzCVnAHbCjKKXKpT6cY-yZDoJa1kUM6xkfuZ3kEzla3rBBrluyDELemr3eoZuQFcdQ_wXjzlH0dlw4MK_heS5lMayJw78v5Hze7OwkixxrA1Nt5Q/s320/27.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And . . . the last day of elementary school . . .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVB8P_bd8-FpRIcAuRYojM7g8AWi4iCT-Dl-wkYTzvZ4qZqXBK7S-sG2mBN1YfpvKAVy3U_H2KAs5se8HBR7yI8a_sgHUi5mUCrRL2d1AqNX6wfLLQ77nQCzV4YANdnnH72nK4C2yrvn0/s1600-h/28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279458001571838114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVB8P_bd8-FpRIcAuRYojM7g8AWi4iCT-Dl-wkYTzvZ4qZqXBK7S-sG2mBN1YfpvKAVy3U_H2KAs5se8HBR7yI8a_sgHUi5mUCrRL2d1AqNX6wfLLQ77nQCzV4YANdnnH72nK4C2yrvn0/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My niece graduated from Eighth Grade as Valedictorian of her class . . . .<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczS429G0OyeucLIM_Y_7Hva27lrG_wWvqU1rWQh1w5hpQ7tQ0XHqqw-spL5uBHk5hvwCM2Bwv7mEYEuT1cb0RSf8ZU4PFmVcfYG4lTNt7wVzszjzPuXFsIdxFo2bffxaSt1cnrzdagvM/s1600-h/29.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457996312794354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczS429G0OyeucLIM_Y_7Hva27lrG_wWvqU1rWQh1w5hpQ7tQ0XHqqw-spL5uBHk5hvwCM2Bwv7mEYEuT1cb0RSf8ZU4PFmVcfYG4lTNt7wVzszjzPuXFsIdxFo2bffxaSt1cnrzdagvM/s320/29.jpg" border="0" /></a> She's as tall as me . . .<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclG2HS16NbKSVyw8Ra4NErCfhPE2acJdCcf1f8P_FjiSuhNeEin8NoCr_hlu8EGGjuSKTZ-YMcJwASbM_1a3ztv5aqLtTo1-FCk4-dkpVGv1RWPLCP0Mts-hGc6hohM2hyphenhyphenZg4DVv87Po/s1600-h/30.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457995348417682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhclG2HS16NbKSVyw8Ra4NErCfhPE2acJdCcf1f8P_FjiSuhNeEin8NoCr_hlu8EGGjuSKTZ-YMcJwASbM_1a3ztv5aqLtTo1-FCk4-dkpVGv1RWPLCP0Mts-hGc6hohM2hyphenhyphenZg4DVv87Po/s320/30.jpg" border="0" /></a> The speech . . . .<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuumSHTHtVJ-kbLCYNlmO9UaHwPuIg1PGwjvWLahqBsZuoumVvKH4XNephjKr9k0Epn9S5WFQkgWo-upBAor8fQdZwTFU6gTIG405gpJBTRL6W7I6BbgM3_WboyjeU7jMSYwqjP1fJyRU/s1600-h/31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457603177701778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuumSHTHtVJ-kbLCYNlmO9UaHwPuIg1PGwjvWLahqBsZuoumVvKH4XNephjKr9k0Epn9S5WFQkgWo-upBAor8fQdZwTFU6gTIG405gpJBTRL6W7I6BbgM3_WboyjeU7jMSYwqjP1fJyRU/s320/31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcY-YiYBQEsEIK2ah_NzvIBj8bqckZYowpQj0J6dAFDiyatJrYd7OkNoE0_DFl1cEDBL7xc9psUjgRG0bvUqqZMhGqWGy-pT_4cUal5xcGdZuEDySUnVg2fM1WCa3M3VBQBekilNlQdns/s1600-h/32.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457597398033186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcY-YiYBQEsEIK2ah_NzvIBj8bqckZYowpQj0J6dAFDiyatJrYd7OkNoE0_DFl1cEDBL7xc9psUjgRG0bvUqqZMhGqWGy-pT_4cUal5xcGdZuEDySUnVg2fM1WCa3M3VBQBekilNlQdns/s320/32.jpg" border="0" /></a> Next, I found out <a href="http://www.littleatons.blogspot.com/">my sister </a>is expecting her first baby . . . so, so , so exciting! As I type this, he may be preparing to make his debut . . . . </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280174066207672850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvZV-8T8PSDgBHP-eia5CUYburaizieGf8dgGlHQzPfjlNZNJeCbMbSAMtnGLoMX1jbUpI-c7Arn_5Bft6JHAwQTnRBDhJP7rNGsGygCoYYzLPAXbHgKVnQ4oqXQbYblqaUoZeNZ2gmQ/s320/Copy_of_thinking_puppy.JPG" border="0" /><br />My brother asked the lovely Jeni to marry him, and she said "YES!"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglX5ZUlJIQKAE2yn_oQ5F9b-EEM8oVcwO967HqmjmFJtp4yMwPtwCcAfVwOkmKQygBSYrdSs6UhjvkS7CGc1eJLa6r2IiOQ7np_A_AsJS0Dbdw8OIdb8DKOCznddKD0VAGTxcNz6lXcyg/s1600-h/33.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457595028373874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglX5ZUlJIQKAE2yn_oQ5F9b-EEM8oVcwO967HqmjmFJtp4yMwPtwCcAfVwOkmKQygBSYrdSs6UhjvkS7CGc1eJLa6r2IiOQ7np_A_AsJS0Dbdw8OIdb8DKOCznddKD0VAGTxcNz6lXcyg/s320/33.jpg" border="0" /></a>We got a boat this summer, so when we weren't at rehearsal, we spent a lot of time out on the water . . .<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYeb0hkeI0lgCANHtb1YalDPmATGyyG66jKZiei8RohsEnlQPzyzFKBMNnxhSmHk7E1e5C0jB56EnX0ivinb2cTHtVnWS6wyQhayXhLzKRIOVU9kvaiZNoW5vUOx2JZcLVs7mIGVMhN0/s1600-h/34.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457586429628786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiYeb0hkeI0lgCANHtb1YalDPmATGyyG66jKZiei8RohsEnlQPzyzFKBMNnxhSmHk7E1e5C0jB56EnX0ivinb2cTHtVnWS6wyQhayXhLzKRIOVU9kvaiZNoW5vUOx2JZcLVs7mIGVMhN0/s320/34.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsGUE8cJoBmVmCtIXvw3DmAhZr-Ny5TThT0ZQt0vKPQ_5tyKd9xL8hm_IvgoVyg7wxLPzSWAcbKBd0YY-1QzjV_1-D-5CX8UCRmpgOouXB7Q7nE2bXGpojCnGU7TGga_WtwiBA84CVho/s1600-h/36.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457196110750466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsGUE8cJoBmVmCtIXvw3DmAhZr-Ny5TThT0ZQt0vKPQ_5tyKd9xL8hm_IvgoVyg7wxLPzSWAcbKBd0YY-1QzjV_1-D-5CX8UCRmpgOouXB7Q7nE2bXGpojCnGU7TGga_WtwiBA84CVho/s320/36.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />C.C and her cousins</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCO_PK-18hx9j7EZKSsJVrPE-HKA6zooo8KtcsnCa02ep0S78mjPhzfdwDMRReyd-vLO_hRit_2rI8o7N_Jp6cgCMRkWltF4JlbtSxaPg3ey2STcQxPXt80qjMJSX71ivaj4liJes3Rc/s1600-h/37.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457192981500706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioCO_PK-18hx9j7EZKSsJVrPE-HKA6zooo8KtcsnCa02ep0S78mjPhzfdwDMRReyd-vLO_hRit_2rI8o7N_Jp6cgCMRkWltF4JlbtSxaPg3ey2STcQxPXt80qjMJSX71ivaj4liJes3Rc/s320/37.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXuqoFHs5mZkQIDfaqvX7lAfBRYdUBTxdV6TfnRU-eW4mr2hMF0XpVFQiGMFK9qPziiUEd9XhrKfZcnRVKlQSfS00NPEesAXqaL_tj2t4_6cFLjJrNh1Yv4BP7b1wTtrYcS5gH4cI9eg/s1600-h/38.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457182155928018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaXuqoFHs5mZkQIDfaqvX7lAfBRYdUBTxdV6TfnRU-eW4mr2hMF0XpVFQiGMFK9qPziiUEd9XhrKfZcnRVKlQSfS00NPEesAXqaL_tj2t4_6cFLjJrNh1Yv4BP7b1wTtrYcS5gH4cI9eg/s320/38.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We also got a pool at our Clubhouse and Cabana, so we did a lot of swimming and tanning . . . and ordering food from the Clubhouse and charging it to our account like we're on a resort<br /><div>vacation . . .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiywz9sfbyGTXScN5RInmJR5kTf11RCAhpdLidt59lIyY-YYlMaTjofMNBuDm-spkSScbt2HOeubQ516IhBjJuJ-skl4UmiHpIc-KRBzM_YRuNSd2JTJBrtwU90vnCk3eUjC0bShC5BY/s1600-h/39.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457170718683266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiywz9sfbyGTXScN5RInmJR5kTf11RCAhpdLidt59lIyY-YYlMaTjofMNBuDm-spkSScbt2HOeubQ516IhBjJuJ-skl4UmiHpIc-KRBzM_YRuNSd2JTJBrtwU90vnCk3eUjC0bShC5BY/s320/39.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />As the summer came to a close, we said goodbye to some of our favorite theater friends as they embarked on their journey to "Big Kid School" . . . College. Here they are at the final bows of <em>Thoroughly Modern Millie</em> </div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsV2Eti6dwSwx2T3WINnDEMXD0cTzdY3hcHnLlmCdO7sgKYJjYKqvCKsIaDGgZK_rgGum0I_PwdOSEyTx5BifjAoR5gSLl7b08WM6VTCQFwv5b8BaN-SGN9Xopet4LOHLBtvS1M259Ws/s1600-h/40.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279457168150304722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsV2Eti6dwSwx2T3WINnDEMXD0cTzdY3hcHnLlmCdO7sgKYJjYKqvCKsIaDGgZK_rgGum0I_PwdOSEyTx5BifjAoR5gSLl7b08WM6VTCQFwv5b8BaN-SGN9Xopet4LOHLBtvS1M259Ws/s320/40.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lauryn went to Oklahoma University Conservatory of Music and Theatre<br /></div><div>(There used to be a picture here until I pushed some button and it disappeared, and since I'm not on my home computer, I can't go to my picture file and replace it . . . and if I wait until I go home to find the picture and then publish this post, it may be 2010! So . . . Lauryn is in the picture above, in the red dress, second from the left . . . crisis averted!)<br /><div><br /><br />Spencer went to Brigham Young University, Idaho . . .to study the snow!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlNvY9wbp1mn4Bg7KFG11ds8HbHRUMNFWdG0S-7RE3nRL5Jaf2PldJbpSyRpYtM0DyW08je2o8QuTZBqsJT8j0pJEvniItT2JxFOoQmmuHyDAmNIL0Uwx7FlOJeHOBAX9KO_tZsOJcjA/s1600-h/42.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456861147285394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNlNvY9wbp1mn4Bg7KFG11ds8HbHRUMNFWdG0S-7RE3nRL5Jaf2PldJbpSyRpYtM0DyW08je2o8QuTZBqsJT8j0pJEvniItT2JxFOoQmmuHyDAmNIL0Uwx7FlOJeHOBAX9KO_tZsOJcjA/s320/42.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And, C.C.'s idol and role model, Savannah, also went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">BYU</span>, Idaho. </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEagoVDiYrH0tjeyg4kKWoEHPcxw0sUmvNp4PkVpanc7Uck5BQS45h8syptZKxQNkDz86QD9UGpyv4fRy6idy-PNqiNqQQ1lmAS5nOdkUVhipAvXCauC5lcTEzoAEC4no_CgxW4si8WiI/s1600-h/43.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456860834144898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEagoVDiYrH0tjeyg4kKWoEHPcxw0sUmvNp4PkVpanc7Uck5BQS45h8syptZKxQNkDz86QD9UGpyv4fRy6idy-PNqiNqQQ1lmAS5nOdkUVhipAvXCauC5lcTEzoAEC4no_CgxW4si8WiI/s320/43.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_BNcXpGu_i3vURewAzhqT9af3e56vrXRw2YkYJn5cHmrVDQmoLr0adswRY7XvwhYGS72KZ6Kw4PqdeRTaZOnIWQmpknVEuO61EU9iupU3Bi1eFmvNWorJmxlxm2jCSfdSMVNq33q0vs/s1600-h/44.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456859733763506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib_BNcXpGu_i3vURewAzhqT9af3e56vrXRw2YkYJn5cHmrVDQmoLr0adswRY7XvwhYGS72KZ6Kw4PqdeRTaZOnIWQmpknVEuO61EU9iupU3Bi1eFmvNWorJmxlxm2jCSfdSMVNq33q0vs/s320/44.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The real end of the summer came when Miss C.C started Middle School . . .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKXvAuad3ffPWr7Ya9HJGf68Q54hhi9afiFL5wwzsY-c79xXCBdKhb6mL0lqpt7HE-HKTrdLvtt5COxuNSveQJn6HQWn2IXiKej63zI2SAWpUTLXJRsWZNbWhOP7366abc4gbNINURdE/s1600-h/45.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456855011605282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRKXvAuad3ffPWr7Ya9HJGf68Q54hhi9afiFL5wwzsY-c79xXCBdKhb6mL0lqpt7HE-HKTrdLvtt5COxuNSveQJn6HQWn2IXiKej63zI2SAWpUTLXJRsWZNbWhOP7366abc4gbNINURdE/s320/45.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOD8XvqBmj-ppwHQTtidAR5swJL0kIgWqqAPIwQ9pXOZpIt3eYhIKUsbZaRMqhETNW2UVjary3PoDZpJmoDWFBHFbxsFIpggeb_UG4krHo8JLWIIRo_RByLOxKHX_6YKwf4FouVKgwc0/s1600-h/46.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456545415833986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOD8XvqBmj-ppwHQTtidAR5swJL0kIgWqqAPIwQ9pXOZpIt3eYhIKUsbZaRMqhETNW2UVjary3PoDZpJmoDWFBHFbxsFIpggeb_UG4krHo8JLWIIRo_RByLOxKHX_6YKwf4FouVKgwc0/s320/46.jpg" border="0" /></a>She just finished her first trimester of Middle School with a 3.86 GPA . . . All A's except for Advanced Math . . . she got a B . . . and she rehearsed for <em>Annie</em> and took dance classes three-four days a week. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Almost there . . . . we're up to Hallowen. We spent Halloween in Utah and had my sister's baby shower the same weekend. It was a crazy, fun, busy weekend . . . and surprisingly, not very cold!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>C.C. was Tinkerbell . . .<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08hdFjKw78NOpjunBiUpkAYeM6A7vM6kyqrrJfhzOvYVOrh2E9hLA13ommVtRhfWy4iXvdAxHwbeR_w_QOJHfQqKG-1Fp0bJJIJZqWDwlHaO-GzVLimYOpnbroSt8oXAIQwQkFq8Syw0/s1600-h/47.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456538620560610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08hdFjKw78NOpjunBiUpkAYeM6A7vM6kyqrrJfhzOvYVOrh2E9hLA13ommVtRhfWy4iXvdAxHwbeR_w_QOJHfQqKG-1Fp0bJJIJZqWDwlHaO-GzVLimYOpnbroSt8oXAIQwQkFq8Syw0/s320/47.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNDr40Xo-GlzXeL-1sXcXXzHtNeanzKqNxhU_F-FfkwESgweLJkkkgPMMLFG6IYGeGd_Acq1ONa0Qyh4v7rjvrirLXcZ5MDZvvIETBOzGWv39jj20mGrxIx4ISZEXXFai6HoGpFJuQFY/s1600-h/48.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456534317813618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNDr40Xo-GlzXeL-1sXcXXzHtNeanzKqNxhU_F-FfkwESgweLJkkkgPMMLFG6IYGeGd_Acq1ONa0Qyh4v7rjvrirLXcZ5MDZvvIETBOzGWv39jj20mGrxIx4ISZEXXFai6HoGpFJuQFY/s320/48.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Emily was Supergirl . . .<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IgRvz4Iyy6p8j96RzyfyM4elCAUC-z242fMEDSznmOtzwkcvr17gFK1QFjtSY9NfEV9Q6cDQFXgJEk_GDwBC1h7mugZ8EO5lygc6NFCYMZiTMM1qawQWeH_CqLD8zGsDmKIDdYQkkAg/s1600-h/49.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456534454414898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IgRvz4Iyy6p8j96RzyfyM4elCAUC-z242fMEDSznmOtzwkcvr17gFK1QFjtSY9NfEV9Q6cDQFXgJEk_GDwBC1h7mugZ8EO5lygc6NFCYMZiTMM1qawQWeH_CqLD8zGsDmKIDdYQkkAg/s320/49.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Emily, Ryley, and C.C.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpZ1TbqIFExuq4yd61kL5XrOD9p_Vm7JlO-f2lSIf79c_jyy6UcG3MrIRrJJbEyEUrL90UoY2mrkLkMTRQsPVjUk0UBVUh40olk2UUdcD6isqxqKdxPE_cPdDOUwsfQVcfKykRYKDmME/s1600-h/50.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456532584738050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpZ1TbqIFExuq4yd61kL5XrOD9p_Vm7JlO-f2lSIf79c_jyy6UcG3MrIRrJJbEyEUrL90UoY2mrkLkMTRQsPVjUk0UBVUh40olk2UUdcD6isqxqKdxPE_cPdDOUwsfQVcfKykRYKDmME/s320/50.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The next day we had a marathon day of baby showers . . . family first, then friends . . . Sis got lots of blankets . . .<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456226712564002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFarH1HFDxlLtTaT9OrPnQLUwjhEHoujl9n0SJn6ctZK0w2fWU2ReBPVQgPjWWITceGig1Z30uDVyKBvMZmrqXub-MvkvkRhMJ7NjnHv5OZ89CdYF5DEc3MVPJ8gRv-Yts-5bWCVWYMvU/s320/51.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456223425572850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLa1KtxcUQcmP465fd4o-S6UOKQRHZj0R7vHgVcOVi2YADmzZpirxQNF_jeL0XQjnwuf6FOVasTKNBpziheba0MITVZCEDvBojNjYi1w3NXiq400sE2UUdwI32IE3znj4R5ErnGn5F8PU/s320/52.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456222586800162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgk6_oIdBiLDH8KIhBAccSCGtm5ZafMV6HLLpspfLlmd3H2wDvo57j6FLoiJXjCEAHY8mNuwfScbaJyB5BxxbjKxQi97LbgbrpAyepztJlbdeiDJDQ7ZLBaV11xhSGgZtT4OFeFWeAkP4/s320/53.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456214484055986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW6HiZyxlDv_wJJ1zzIyA55RSYqnhAMP7F_8U70RmvNj0SPILS3snej9Dq1Cjtb6CS0i6o9Mk0RnqA1FDiRa4tCVf1VN4BNtwNC-35c3gB8iCpOwxP6PnXwBrQTUxAeb8u8oCCk4lHM9U/s320/54.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279456213825136578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXU1HqZoq4yJuGppkP-e_bktj-Wz-jjhlcOkOlid6q6vXcFQfNgYhoxRmz__C9fIh6fbzYbN75atyuRoRCKN1-ns91lgwk0tgXMr6BqIeY53Ah8ovR2Dtt4P1nNRrxfIxGR8Y0g67mLks/s320/55.jpg" border="0" />Since returning home form Utah, C.C has performed in <em>Annie</em> and celebrated her 12th birthday . . . those stories to follow shortly. <em>Annie</em> was such an awesome show, it deserves a post of it's own.<br /></div><br /><div>Thanks for believing that I would be back to my blog someday . . . thanks for coming back!! I'm now off to continue typing <a href="http://www.edmt.info/">Joseph</a> bios and harassing parents. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>P.S. <a href="http://www.mytroublesometwo.blogspot.com/">Katie</a>, I'm ready to go girl shopping!!!!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-82201479067582951542008-05-13T21:01:00.000-07:002008-05-13T21:04:08.364-07:00Congratulations!!!<div align="center">Welcome to the world little (or maybe not so little) man!! </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.teachbroeck.blogspot.com/">Teachbroeck</a> and her family are happily enjoying their new son and brother! </div><div align="center">I can't wait to watch him and his big sister grow together.</div><div align="center"> </div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-61457197736992198482008-05-10T22:05:00.001-07:002008-05-12T13:09:05.842-07:00It's 10:04 p.m. Saturday night . . . Do you know where your child is?Mine? Oh, well, since you asked . . . she is in the laundry room ferociously IRONING all of her clothes because she thinks it is easier to throw the clean clothes on a big chair, leave them there for a few hours, then iron them before she puts them away) pajamas included, because she's weird.) . . . instead of simply just folding them as soon as they get out of the dryer! Sometimes I just really don't get it . . .<br /><br />I guess I should just appreciate the Saturday nights spent at home in the laundry room for as long as they'll last . . .<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Happy Mother's Day to all of the fabulous Moms out there!!!</strong></div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-6721500177473476622008-04-30T15:13:00.000-07:002008-04-30T15:32:56.645-07:00Checking In, Again . . .I have a few minutes before I have to begin <em>Operation:Apply Stage Make-Up and Braid Too</em> <em>Short Hair Into Two French Braids</em>! Though I don't have time for a real post, as in, a post that I've written, I thought I would just post, yet again, one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CC's</span> beautiful writing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">assignments</span> (I know how much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ya'll</span> love those!) Okay, I have to go off on a small tangent here . . . I apologize if I've already asked this question here before . . .is it <strong>y'all</strong> or <strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ya'll</span></strong>? I've always wondered.<br /><br />Okay, so on with the post . . . just so you know we're still living and breathing . . .<br /><br /><br /><em>There are many reasons why I should be an AVID student. Some of the reasons are that I am unique, I have goals for myself, and I will contribute a lot to AVID.<br /><br />I am unique because I am Egyptian and I speak Arabic. I also do theater and perform in musicals, and not a lot of people, that I know, do that. I am good with kids and I am very energetic. My friends think I am funny and fun to be around.<br /><br />I should be an AVID student because I set goals for my self. In ten years I hope to be graduating from Yale, my dream school, and studying acting. My dream is to be on Broadway. I also hope to get a dog.<br /><br />I can contribute a lot to AVID by being a good leader and a good helper. I also am a good public speaker and a good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">particeapater</span>. I can also stay on task without being asked again.<br /><br />I very much want to be in AVID. I want to be in AVID so I can be successful, and for college preparation. Also I want AVID to help me get organized and to give me the extra push I need to be successful. I also hope AVID can give me support and encouragement for me to do my best. I also hope that AVID can give me strategies to do better in school.<br /><br />I hope you choose me for your program. I am ready to contribute my unique skills. I am excited to learn new strategies for school success in the AVID program.</em><br /><em></em><br />Okay, so CC is applying for a program called AVID for Middle School. Please don't ask me what the acronym AVID stands for because the meeting was really boring and I don't remember! I do know, however, that it is a college preparation class that teaches students to be organized, teaches them how to study, and takes them on field trips to visit college campuses. CC is really excited about it, but nervous that she won't be accepted. The darn application process was pretty rigorous, but she got it all finished and turned in . . . now we wait. What you see above is her recruitment essay that she had to write to explain why she wanted to be in the program and where she would like to be in ten years. I didn't help her at all, except to change the spelling of the word 'encouragement' in the fifth paragraph because she had typed '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">enragement</span>' and personally I didn't think she needed any help with that!<br /><br />Well, we, I mean CC has five shows this week, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">starting</span> with one tonight, so we are off to see The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Wiz</span> . . . .<br /><br />Oh wait, before you go, please stop by to visit my friend <a href="http://www.teachbroeck.blogspot.com/">Teachbroeck</a> . . .she was scheduled to deliver her much anticipated baby boy today!!Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-73913773384594984782008-04-01T19:49:00.000-07:002008-04-01T19:55:04.232-07:00Just so you know I'm still here . . .<div>I don't have a lot of time to write because I have LOTS of typing to do for the playbill. I just wanted to let everyone know I am still here . . .I miss you all! I promise (I think, I hope) that I will write a real post soon. Until then, it was cast photo day today, so enjoy the few pictures I have. I would have more except I got a new camera (Yay Me!!) and every time I took a picture, it would set off the photographers flash, and I kept getting "yelled" at, so I didn' t take many pictures. Oh well, that's life! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lH0k0L-ST9_xjBHGJx626q6G6EQ9vNdzJuvcD3yGDn-YDQ0IjPh55RTnsom8Jz2CXmGypDNMfmgXnGt9EiU8omgyk_f57zvr5OoPGWyMtnNhSNKVs408RSKmeH_edqGZLjFAF06LUNs/s1600-h/Wiz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184475754643671778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7lH0k0L-ST9_xjBHGJx626q6G6EQ9vNdzJuvcD3yGDn-YDQ0IjPh55RTnsom8Jz2CXmGypDNMfmgXnGt9EiU8omgyk_f57zvr5OoPGWyMtnNhSNKVs408RSKmeH_edqGZLjFAF06LUNs/s400/Wiz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT52JQzCWdYQNXtcQ6BZSd1c8-Lxc-S2e7C87pfYl3eo2wh4-B3ttU-dxRyS83GGYScLyt_qqbOgyQtNa_vO8_Rern493YIu4bRvEaMOgT4f5XHI9D-T8-Hc7UWbYqiIo_SHfjPlSOBKc/s1600-h/Wiz+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184475763233606386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT52JQzCWdYQNXtcQ6BZSd1c8-Lxc-S2e7C87pfYl3eo2wh4-B3ttU-dxRyS83GGYScLyt_qqbOgyQtNa_vO8_Rern493YIu4bRvEaMOgT4f5XHI9D-T8-Hc7UWbYqiIo_SHfjPlSOBKc/s400/Wiz+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr82Ca6KB9uTsQldqTagkjppK6xkUpI7HAR9T6H1MXygjXkagki_rD1z9F0i-M3_6TsIloyEVwDVWjq6NPNfVyiv3W08tO2cdETirPugv7aqTPzBwWPc1xWpMkqiEDn95mz-fMYnBGw9k/s1600-h/Wiz+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184475767528573698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr82Ca6KB9uTsQldqTagkjppK6xkUpI7HAR9T6H1MXygjXkagki_rD1z9F0i-M3_6TsIloyEVwDVWjq6NPNfVyiv3W08tO2cdETirPugv7aqTPzBwWPc1xWpMkqiEDn95mz-fMYnBGw9k/s400/Wiz+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU61RPKMuHp3pBweM9YjSQz8O-CFTzvjFCIc0BVJ5ykuZMMOrZxETQKEjQgo-lFgYo6IVqWwZOeHyfX6Hx3LYNLKiqZ3du9vvINSQC7ixTyH5xHg3TUbzLPiTrKCp34BqUPGxh7V4aqc/s1600-h/Wiz+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184475767528573714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEU61RPKMuHp3pBweM9YjSQz8O-CFTzvjFCIc0BVJ5ykuZMMOrZxETQKEjQgo-lFgYo6IVqWwZOeHyfX6Hx3LYNLKiqZ3du9vvINSQC7ixTyH5xHg3TUbzLPiTrKCp34BqUPGxh7V4aqc/s400/Wiz+3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-8224339063922725162008-03-14T12:18:00.000-07:002008-03-14T21:06:29.793-07:00Checking In . . .I realize I have been MIA lately. I am so sorry . . . things have been crazy. Please remember, just because I don't update, doesn't mean I don't think about each and every one of you each day, I promise!! Thank you to all of you who have sent me messages of concern, or simply, messages wondering why in the world I haven't updated.<br /><br />Everything is going fine, just lots of crazy, busy times. I have lots to tell you, but unfortunately I have to run out the door again in literally 10 minutes . . . I just wanted to let you know that I had fully intended on taking the time to update last weekend . . . and then . . . well, here are my two very valid excuses as to why that did not happen . . .<br /><br />Excuse #1: The Reason I Did Not Update On Friday . . .<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhly3boqSeBV_t0XeP31JQ9PC6B5Mm0UmDMtXzrfvxLU3y4bnu7pRXDpHO4uXjjjoHP0sCeNDkNzRLeZHDqFi00kML3Ng7kowv4SVTPy1iAQ0x8rYDB-ym42TgdY-iaomyo1Bt8aBvqF-I/s1600-h/change-heart-157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176984152375359522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhly3boqSeBV_t0XeP31JQ9PC6B5Mm0UmDMtXzrfvxLU3y4bnu7pRXDpHO4uXjjjoHP0sCeNDkNzRLeZHDqFi00kML3Ng7kowv4SVTPy1iAQ0x8rYDB-ym42TgdY-iaomyo1Bt8aBvqF-I/s320/change-heart-157.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yes, I read the entire book Friday night! I know some of you out there are Picoult fans . . . this is her brand spanking new book, that I was so happy to find when I went in to get <em>Nineteen Minutes</em>, which had FINALLY come out in paperback. I didn't even care that this book was only in hardcover, it looked so good, and I was so excited!! This is definitely a must read for all Picoult fans . . . and even if you've never read her work before, you should really give it a shot. </p><p>Excuse #2: The Reason I Did Not Update On Saturday . . . </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLo7yKTSDFdcO6MrvlTAjF2wmA3nPeDqn8uMn8F7nWC6NKFYsZInylPq5JMx9UZFB2GpNfRijQZw-ZrIiuqESVnFtEPz0y92H2ux2xqW_9RRYqWBRFNbLQau876h9ZSITZpuwpEpX7eeo/s1600-h/dcover.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176984156670326834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLo7yKTSDFdcO6MrvlTAjF2wmA3nPeDqn8uMn8F7nWC6NKFYsZInylPq5JMx9UZFB2GpNfRijQZw-ZrIiuqESVnFtEPz0y92H2ux2xqW_9RRYqWBRFNbLQau876h9ZSITZpuwpEpX7eeo/s320/dcover.png" border="0" /></a></p><p>The brand spanking new Kinsella book!! She is another one of my favorite authors, so I was equally excited to see that she had a new book out too! I fell in love with Kinsella upon reading the <em>Shopaholic</em> series . . . I read the entire series, starting with the last book (don't ask me why) within a two week time span, and I'm pretty sure the only reason it took me so long to get through them was because I had child-rearing responsibilities to contend with!! Though this story is not as funny as the <em>Shopaholic</em> series, it is still a great story, written in true Kinsella fashion. </p><p>So, there you have it, my two valid excuses for not updating over the weekend. I still have <em>Nineteen Minutes</em> to read, but I think I need a reading break for awhile, unless of course I get whisked away to some resort spa to sit around the pool all day doing nothing but reading and soaking up the sun . . .but, that's highly unlikely. </p><p>I'll be back soon . . . </p>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-59520529784746121672008-03-12T16:57:00.000-07:002008-03-12T17:44:20.279-07:00M.I.A<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9iZtWc-ULqprsjJLKlqZ4rUFuZJnRV4Y3gpbOaWB5mMEXHsHwMpsLssyDuNZHTlMePM6svfM9ROk1siTnsc98kSwFR3IVQEEEkcKA1TgsNAZJU_CiFayJwDj4yldo2uNYEZPX9X7ysY/s1600-h/missing.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177008964401428546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm9iZtWc-ULqprsjJLKlqZ4rUFuZJnRV4Y3gpbOaWB5mMEXHsHwMpsLssyDuNZHTlMePM6svfM9ROk1siTnsc98kSwFR3IVQEEEkcKA1TgsNAZJU_CiFayJwDj4yldo2uNYEZPX9X7ysY/s400/missing.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You may have noticed a strange absence.. for... lets say...... <strong>13 days!!!!!!!!!!!</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This is little sis.. I was wondering if anyone has seen this girl...</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">(The girl.. not the dog!)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013349563037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBwgd05_WUk8fX_uY6_o7LSSDcVolVTqNAZRvHyMoU_GIWzjUe4TdDC8AjkbS_IEiPmg_GdrtSTmAqock6YLOP8T9q-FCovfa91YAeJWpcRvQejkiSMblXba8iqgA6X-HWRL31Iur48c/s400/and+riddick" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">How about this one??? Does she ring any bells????<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177013560016435298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrsdvcmeu0C_690y-g20VWmMI8elWmsCgFl5KW2KtAldBGcc0t5CsTnFe1zjwxoKZ7GuLcMifjojUEF1Tz-5SbbHvjF6tX-qHnTQzSqZn0O6ij7Bspc_SPNsjHBxk7eZy5ci2vRCxOTWM/s400/DSC01600.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Wellllll.. I actually have good news.. <span style="font-size:180%;">She's not dead!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><div align="center"><br />I did talk to her yesterday, her life has been the normal hectic busy.. Drive C.C here.. then take her there.. Pick her up from here and drop her of there.. get it?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The most exciting thing in C.C's life is that she is doing a state project and got to choose UTAH!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">She has asked me to send her some things. I called to ask exactly what she needed. I didn't know if she wanted information on what kinda crops grow here.. or what the population is. ORRRRR the attractions and"fun" things to do. (p.s. fun things in Utah include: mixing sliced carrots instead of shredded carrots into Green Jello / Going to Training Table for cheese fries and fry sauce / and going to Costco) </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">She responded that she "just needed me to count the people!"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">No problem.. I'll have that census back to you in 2020. I'm sure your teacher will understand.<br /></div><div align="center">Well, there is that and play practice, lots and lots of play practice. No word on how the Giant Tongue is coming. But CC told me she was a little worried about some of the scenes! She's glad she gets to be a tornado dancer!<br /></div><div align="center">So since her life doesn't have much going on.. do you care about mine?????????<br /></div><div align="center">We're moving in ... well <span style="font-size:180%;">2 days!!!!!!! </span><span style="font-size:100%;">and the people haven't even moved out yet. I'm soo completely ticked and nervous about that. They keep saying they can move out anytime, NOW looks like a pretty freakin good time to me. What was looking to be a smooth transaction has turned into problem after problem after problem. Have I mentioned that we have had problems? On a side note, they have a 2 years old that is the most adorable thing in the world. His name is Cohen. (And they aren't Jewish) I can't help but wonder if she named him after Seth Cohen on The O.C. But that's probably really rude to ask right? I'll bet you $100 she did! Back to the kid.. he is soo cute. He says "Not" to almost everything you ask him.</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Me: "Cohen do you want to show me your room?"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Cohen: "Not"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Me: "Cohen are these your horsey's?"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Cohen: "Not"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Me: "Cohen are you allowed to jump on Mommy's bed?"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Cohen: (with a big smile) "Not"</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Me: (by the way are you getting annoyed? Because seriously.... it's cute!!) "Cohen are you </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">ticklish?"<br /></div></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cohen: (running away laughing) "Not"</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">Really.. it might sound annoying, but it's seriously cute!</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">But his parents... GOOD LORD.. get out of my house already!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">And ummmm.. I made a wedding cake.. want to see??</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177018602308040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8GrWHuq7KyF7ut3pZrYnJ7kC6EwuLaxOqjw6g5k0_c5kddHVGlw7CS8x9MwKWdV6m1HEPZ-mz1RKipl07jGQSIBF-ErTFWSI1_0jSha-FTScNZwjl3GSkkOGOvs2T5MAydcxZeIoSzQ/s400/smith_2421.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-size:100%;"></p><p align="center">Cute huh??? I was pretty pleased with it. And the bride LOVED it. That's all the really matters.</p><p align="center">Well.. that's all that is really going on in my life. Sorry it's not more exciting.</p><p align="center">I have a very good feeling that my sister will be back very soon. If you guys can think of a topic for her to write about.. you might want to leave a comment. Maybe that will help her!!</p><p align="center">Have fun... Be Good.. and don't stop checking back for updates!! Lots and lots of updates! Right????????<br /></p><br /><br /></span>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-22144158418970400582008-02-19T20:29:00.001-08:002008-02-19T20:43:11.459-08:00Gosh Darn, She CAN Spell!Okay, I really was going to lay off of the "My child's spelling is atrocious" posts, but this one is too good to not share. I would like to thank my Little Sister for providing me with the material for this post. I would also like to thank her for entertaining my child through Instant Messenger yesterday morning while I "cleaned the house" (Read: slept!)<br /><br />I received an email from Little Sis with the following transcription of part of their IM conversation with the message, "Doesn't the last sentence just sum it all up?!"<br /><br />(Now, if you are one of those "read the last page in a book first" type of people {RYLEY} let me warn you, do not skip to the bottom to read the last sentence . . . you will ruin the fun.)<br /><br /><br />Charming Child: what did you do for valentines day<br /><br />Little Sis: umm.. worked during the day.. then went out to dinner.. then hung out at barnes and noble.. then went home..<br /><br />Little Sis: what did you do?<br /><br />CC: i eat beff jreaky pudding and pckles for dinner<br /><br />Little Sis: beef jerky pudding?? GROSSS!!! **<br /><br />CC: i got them from your mom<br /><br />Little Sis: thats a pretty disgusting pudding flavor..<br /><br />CC: sorry beff jreaky and pudding***<br /><br />Little Sis: ohhh.. okay that makes more sense..<br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><strong>.</strong><br /><br />CC: ( i can spell sorry)<br /><br />**Notice Little Sis spells the words "beef jerky" correctly<br />***Notice CC still does not!Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-73791969459013141262008-02-15T22:01:00.000-08:002008-02-16T13:29:05.101-08:00Integrity, Courage, Strength<div align="center">Some of you may recall <a href="http://mixedupfilesofme.blogspot.com/2007/07/come-on-big-sis-dish-dirt.html">this interrogation</a> I went through awhile back . . . I am pleased, and extremely, fantastically, PROUD to announce that my little brother graduated from the Sheriff's Academy this past Tuesday!! I'm sure it had everything to do with my wonderful review of him, and not anything at all to do with his six months of blood, sweat, and tears (I'm not kidding about this, I saw some academy video footage, and I must say, just watching it exhausted me!)<br /><br />Announcing, The New Sheriff in Town, Protector of All Things Alive, Deputy Little Brother (Drum roll please . . . )<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSSSlgZimJ2zj3PNVRTgTyEuqH1gN1c2RVSyJpz4qhgHtYucc9RcODo_HaafIr3Ar6vItCdNIHGtj_5yobvKpglYO8rRg3-D-alYXE60Fu5rGBdPvxPa6dPDX-A-837-gFBgi5xjMD5o/s1600-h/17.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458508522660098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVSSSlgZimJ2zj3PNVRTgTyEuqH1gN1c2RVSyJpz4qhgHtYucc9RcODo_HaafIr3Ar6vItCdNIHGtj_5yobvKpglYO8rRg3-D-alYXE60Fu5rGBdPvxPa6dPDX-A-837-gFBgi5xjMD5o/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70dZc3mpRxXyKKgykUyKnizgB0_V5ORp6HMOtktdhOJsWv_kypYt9hwa64w335rPatuKyYFE21Zjy7Fn7gSshI2CV9t6wZW7lc9ClIgujUXv2BgFwmxSyyDrSygTPaepNTysawEohwk0/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458512817627410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi70dZc3mpRxXyKKgykUyKnizgB0_V5ORp6HMOtktdhOJsWv_kypYt9hwa64w335rPatuKyYFE21Zjy7Fn7gSshI2CV9t6wZW7lc9ClIgujUXv2BgFwmxSyyDrSygTPaepNTysawEohwk0/s320/IMG_2879.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p><p align="center">"My future looks pretty bright from here . . ."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK32sR5y4mDwB6sLiiLOAnpMNvG6iXuzne9oF3GdgA7vJMBArqtI9Ul2ntCc2ovxZTvdo8_95fz9sNoVao8HgJDOXsfwYyLcybSdBFUUiuiijBk2geVQ9JWl4E6MRi6d5I1NZkBOP6gNc/s1600-h/20.jpg"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167458517112594722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK32sR5y4mDwB6sLiiLOAnpMNvG6iXuzne9oF3GdgA7vJMBArqtI9Ul2ntCc2ovxZTvdo8_95fz9sNoVao8HgJDOXsfwYyLcybSdBFUUiuiijBk2geVQ9JWl4E6MRi6d5I1NZkBOP6gNc/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6HyQsLCid1uLvleA_cxOL4I106-PHIwbKHrXzh2dq3hJVRMawwozdAfSVBVYDy2Z4_FgKZ_1D7abhv0uqCyIMTvhlqvn-_KdKncIHzIB747FKy7Kw7w-IdFrRmOHrAhN7-qGhLypWv4/s1600-h/11.jpg"></a>Yep, one of those is his . . .<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7xj4stwrfX2dpJPyCkLNfYHc70UfvnwTXe4GKtdjhyuD7f8GZHFeAVqX0lfe6A8scj3WwHDbql0Qx16d-9mop6Dsv2L7lDWKn7MO3pX1XEIs7oe5jkbOuTMbHvaCkbOR49lwk-sVpk4/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167462666051002770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI7xj4stwrfX2dpJPyCkLNfYHc70UfvnwTXe4GKtdjhyuD7f8GZHFeAVqX0lfe6A8scj3WwHDbql0Qx16d-9mop6Dsv2L7lDWKn7MO3pX1XEIs7oe5jkbOuTMbHvaCkbOR49lwk-sVpk4/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>His girlfriend and I . . . hey, it's not ALL ABOUT him!<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuPWdJLJYqS5239BXGwfjjmKvweXOLoHSe3rCAmLgl5YiSfXt3p3daxFhCQn0B5-UUxUmtq4nWNcLATXhMwDbStG3KzhTPHp2sibP5hUtwMFhJxcmFqreqgB8XY2xYUFVGN5jy46eOFw/s1600-h/IMG_2903[1].JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167462670345970082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuPWdJLJYqS5239BXGwfjjmKvweXOLoHSe3rCAmLgl5YiSfXt3p3daxFhCQn0B5-UUxUmtq4nWNcLATXhMwDbStG3KzhTPHp2sibP5hUtwMFhJxcmFqreqgB8XY2xYUFVGN5jy46eOFw/s320/IMG_2903%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Aww, so cute, so happy . . .<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFJYMWbyW2JG1l9CBQir-FDO4EiJF3MLdrn-HrwkZ7XAu6jSz8cVXIxV4oMV8iz3ahs5HDDxQyUj9IRmUKGhS0TZDN7IKMFhBq1iGjAOhKKzALKFEgZzwSeO_2Xv1JvgftqZpzqs64zc/s1600-h/7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167462064755581250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFJYMWbyW2JG1l9CBQir-FDO4EiJF3MLdrn-HrwkZ7XAu6jSz8cVXIxV4oMV8iz3ahs5HDDxQyUj9IRmUKGhS0TZDN7IKMFhBq1iGjAOhKKzALKFEgZzwSeO_2Xv1JvgftqZpzqs64zc/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Aww, so cute, so proud . . .<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipU32ojD9AHys-6fSdr6Lh9O5RUalVde7n4ssZSiZzvyukoufKhKwnw-SJegTdPjtFwlUX4egG26PZiezRN1RW0Pd0SsHUi0DUzDM_lNAHt2mABoXTNcXPOouumkyI0M30I35wITDfy8/s1600-h/IMG_2887[1].JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167462073345515858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiipU32ojD9AHys-6fSdr6Lh9O5RUalVde7n4ssZSiZzvyukoufKhKwnw-SJegTdPjtFwlUX4egG26PZiezRN1RW0Pd0SsHUi0DUzDM_lNAHt2mABoXTNcXPOouumkyI0M30I35wITDfy8/s320/IMG_2887%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Here it is, one time only, a picture of the littlest sis . . . who by the way, I believe, is in for a rude awakening now that Big Brother has his badge . . .<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHZs2fEw8Fus8BoLdQPxZ4KFmF8Sqq-bmvegk1p_fPLwU2XsULYouD2y5aBRPo5iwzGDditM1u77bUSYEZiSlbEsbsZm1WY0CJ4v2rcI2XgO-_dMQn169bX05C-chq6QeYEJqzaY8fGE/s1600-h/IMG_2888[1].JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167462077640483170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHZs2fEw8Fus8BoLdQPxZ4KFmF8Sqq-bmvegk1p_fPLwU2XsULYouD2y5aBRPo5iwzGDditM1u77bUSYEZiSlbEsbsZm1WY0CJ4v2rcI2XgO-_dMQn169bX05C-chq6QeYEJqzaY8fGE/s320/IMG_2888%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>The family, including my Stepmom, who will probably never sleep another wink in her life until my brother retires . . . no joke!<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsNz5RxXhYpAVFNuSBnuPddOO5Gd8eKw1iJEUAw05lsmJi8gRRqItaYea1v8EEBJVBRMADwFE1zy_fY-vy9gmnd36NyUwSApSmtilCYqbtKpD7lemi2Yg06sZOsZvrm0t8-NvUp6u1F4/s1600-h/IMG_2889.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167462086230417778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsNz5RxXhYpAVFNuSBnuPddOO5Gd8eKw1iJEUAw05lsmJi8gRRqItaYea1v8EEBJVBRMADwFE1zy_fY-vy9gmnd36NyUwSApSmtilCYqbtKpD7lemi2Yg06sZOsZvrm0t8-NvUp6u1F4/s320/IMG_2889.JPG" border="0" /></a>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-33135388480087465142008-02-15T21:27:00.000-08:002008-02-15T22:46:30.817-08:00Suitable for All Ages . . .It will not surprise any of you to know that I am behind in all of the things I want to post. I have pictures piling up that I want to share with you, stories to tell, and nonsense rambling to get off my chest . . .<br /><br />So, last Saturday, C.C. had her auditon for her next musical, <em>The Wiz</em>. I was so proud of her, she actually made it all the way through the audition this time, instead of running out of the building in terror like she did the first time, and then choosing not to audition the second time. I guess the third time's a charm, right? She didn't get a callback, but atleast she made it over the audition hurdle. The cast list was posted on Wednesday, and among other parts that have not been determined yet, she was cast as a Tornado . . . there are about 15 tornadoes, so knowing the Director, they will probably be doing some kind of dance, most likely tap . . . The Tapping Tornadoes, ha! I'll keep you posted on that . . .<br /><br />Wednesday, an email went out from the theatre asking if anyone would be willing to type the<br />script into a Word document, so, stupidly I responded and said I would "be happy to do it." Thank Goodness three other people also volunteered because the darn script is 80 pages long!!! I was in charge of pages 30-50, and I am proud to announce that I have my part complete and emailed in to the Producer.<br /><br />There is a point to me telling you all of this, and the point is . . .Has anyone ever seen the movie <em>The Wiz</em>, or read the script, or seen a live performance? Just wondering because I came across some very interesting scenes while typing my pages 30-50. Like this . . . Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman, and Lion have just entered the Poppy Field that they were warned to avoid (stage directions in parentheses)<br /><br /><em>LION: Wait for me! (He starts to follow to Stage Right, but a Poppy blows dust in his face, and he is hooked.) Y'all go on ahead. (Crosses Downstage, Left, Center.) I'll bring up the rear. (The Poppies, bea<span style="font-size:+0;"></span>utiful</em>, si<em>nuous, like streetwalkers, radiating sex, surround the l</em><em>ion. He moves among them, trying to touch and sniff each one. He gets higher and higher. ) All together ladies . . . </em><br /><em></em><br />So, we have the Lion getting high off of poppy dust . . . . (I left out the part where the poppies surround him and grind and bump!)<br /><br />Then there's this, the big entrance of the Wiz himself . . .<br /><br /><em>(Before the terified eyes of Dorothy and the others, two giant doors slide apart, revealing a mask. The mask then flies diago</em><em>nally toward Stage Left, revealing yet another aperture, not unlike and iris**. As the aperture opens, mountains of smoke pour out, and through it, riding on what appears to be a <strong>giant tongue</strong>, comes the figure of the Wiz himself. The Wiz moves forward a bit, and when the tongue has reached its final position Downstage, the Wiz strikes a pose, flips his cape open, and he is, indeed, an awesome figure to behold.) </em><br /><br />** What in the world does that mean?<br /><br />And, indeed, he must be awesome if he's riding in on a giant tongue, for crying outloud!<br /><br />Okay, I'm not complaining, because I have seen many shows put on by this theatre company, and they are all done in extreme good taste, and yes, they are always suitable for all ages . . . . but, I admit, those two scenes made me stop and think. I'll have to tell you how it turns out once the Director starts blocking the scenes. All I know is I am definitely going to join the team that is in charge of building the giant tongue . . . if for no other reason than to have pictures!Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-17749467137347457052008-02-09T17:11:00.000-08:002008-02-09T17:40:01.887-08:00Yet Another Writing Assignment . . .I apologize in advance to bore you with another of CC's writing assignments. I truly am not posting this because I think it qualifies as "Good Reading." It is purely for the fact that one day I know she will come to me with wonderment at the spelling atrocities of her own children. "Why can't Little Suzy remember how to spell the word <em>because</em>?" she'll ask. And, "Why does Little Suzy spell the word <em>friend</em> with every-single-letter combination EXCEPT the correct one?" It will be then, when those questions arise, that the glorious day will have come for me to frantically search for the two-ton storage container full of CC's school papers I've been hoarding since Kindergarten, that I probably will not be able to locate in the moment of excitement of preparing for the "I told you so's", that I will have to open up this blog to show her some samples of her own writing. So here now, without further adieu, we have the writing assignment from January 7, 2008 . . . .<br /><br /><br />(Two fingers spaces from the margin) <em>The most exciting thing that happened over winter break was was me and my freind Zoes new Years eve party.</em><br /><br /><br />(Approximately one finger space form the margin) <em>It was the most exciting thing that happened because we thourgh it our selves. </em><br /><br /><br />(Right at the freaking margin) <em>It was at my house. We had lots of food and apple cidder. We had danceing a disco lights. It was really fun waching the ball drop.** We poped poppers at midnight and screamed happy new Year! We also sprayed silly spray. I was really fun.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><em></em><br />**Funny that she mentions how FUN it was to watch the ball drop, because if my memory serves me correctly, she was upset at her friend Zoe for wanting to watch the ball drop because they were supposed to be dancing!<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Enjoy the pictures from the "Most Exciting Thing That Happenend Over Winter Break"</strong><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46DjYLePbZ_FamLzF6RxZMZrNgp8zAHK1envbZ0Df02uQe-syjNnkeAztMEoaiKbMX4SfUktVbdUvfJEGN3ApL2HdrPy4bGBJDqwTRZ6KMmENAU_O_yy2C63WSubnY-Cwuh1B9yhj4Hg/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165158961557545058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg46DjYLePbZ_FamLzF6RxZMZrNgp8zAHK1envbZ0Df02uQe-syjNnkeAztMEoaiKbMX4SfUktVbdUvfJEGN3ApL2HdrPy4bGBJDqwTRZ6KMmENAU_O_yy2C63WSubnY-Cwuh1B9yhj4Hg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiuSKW7gPYt4y1MqfK0hX-2MWDyN2gEwuZyg0TI6D9QvVYsBuabbsE8-JL6J09aq1QE1CaHtw2AEOrgHeHt0TrBqPpTWmu6r6hIfowUSj70NcRXUha_4WY5LB2TRL56MsEPYG0g3LtdyM/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165158965852512370" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhtkVvf26NC-g2R-rktdIOQxxYqAJZGfrmMCt9U3Yu_YbIZXSJW5nnm_Gh9iaeYDxujYbAyZHIuJF3HYLfIjsFQwnstD8kX8_4a0vBpsvxIt-yr5dDyXI822L7uhMWQZukUC-I1Qq_Y4/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /></a>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-9136991439702491942008-02-07T09:27:00.000-08:002008-02-07T09:28:22.700-08:00He's Back . . . .All New . . . <em>Brothers and Sisters</em> . . . this Sunday! That's all . . .Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-45127548398710657102008-02-02T19:53:00.000-08:002008-02-02T21:44:32.006-08:00Whoa, Whoa, I, I Can't Wait to See You Again . . .Does anyone out there, besides my Sister, remember watching the Mickey Mouse Club? <em>M-I-C See you real soon K-E-Y Why? because I love you M-O-U-S-E.</em> How about Kids Incorporated?<em> We're Kids Incorporated K-I-D-S . . .</em> I remember those shows a little too much I think. I'll be the first to admit, I am a huge fan of <em>High School Musical</em> and I know every word to every song, and I do enjoy watching <em>Hannah Montana </em>from time to time, and I do sing along every time I hear her(Hannah? Miley?) busting out with <em>Best of Both Worlds</em>, "Chillin' out take it slow, then you rock out the show" at the beginning of each episode. Why then, am I a little disturbed to hear Miley Cyrus on my radio station every time I turn it on? Furthermore, why do I ALWAYS turn up the volume when I hear her song?<br />I realize my radio station is full of former Mousketeers gone big, or gone bad, and this whole Miley thing shouldn't bother me, but it's Miley and she's like 14 years old, and why is she making more money than me?<br />Christina Aguilera, former Mouseketeer comes on the radio, and "I'm thanking her for knowing exactly what a girl wants, what a girl needs . . . ." Britney Spears, former Mousketeer, comes on the radio, and though I have never been a Britney fan, I know EVERY word to <em>Piece of Me</em>. Justin Timberlake, former Mousketeer, comes on the radio and whenever I hear the interlude to <em>Lovestoned I Think</em> <em>She Knows</em>, "those flashing lights come from everywhere" and I have a sudden desire to marry the man, seriously, and I don't even think he's that cute, but oh man, that song just gets me everytime! Then there's Vannessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale whom I equally love, and the Jonas Brothers whom I could give or take, but MILEY . . . . she's so cute, and so young, and "seems" so innocent, and shouldn't her songs only be on Radio Disney? Maybe I feel as if my radio station will corrupt her? And come to think of it, I really don't even know why I'm writing any of this, except CC said to me this evening, "I'm so glad the radio is playing Disney songs," and quite possibly that comment made me think . . .<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><div align="center"><em>The last time I freaked out</em></div><div align="center"><em>I just kept lookin' down</em></div><div align="center"><em>I st-st-stuttered when</em></div><div align="center"><em>You asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout . . . .</em></div><div align="center"><em>And next time we hang out</em></div><div align="center"><em>I will redeem myself</em></div><div align="center"><em>My heart can't rest 'til then</em></div><div align="center"><em>Whoa, whoa,I,I can't waitTo see you again</em></div><div align="center"><em>-Miley Cyrus </em></div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-48857566760386749112008-02-01T19:24:00.000-08:002008-02-01T20:25:58.716-08:00Heartbroken and Bruised . . .You know, this writer's strike is really starting to get on my nerves. I'm not saying my life revolves around television, but I do have my favorites. Why can't the striking writers just come to a solution already? I'm pretty sure a new season of <em>The Bachelor</em> should have started by now, and seriously, what do the writers have to do with that show? Why isn't it on?<br /><br />In all seriousness, I am a huge Bachelor fan, but who cares about that? I miss Senator McCallister, really, really, miss him!! Just when some important information was revealed that was going to help him win his campaign, BAM, no more episodes!! How will I ever know if he became the next President? How will I ever know if Kitty talked him into wanting more children? (Darn her, lucky girl!) Oh goodness . . . . On a side note, what about those Desperate Housewives? Is Carlos going to find himself single again once Little Miss Gabby finds out he's blind? Is Mike going to be out of rehab before his baby is born? And, I'm DYING to know what that note, that was written on unburnable paper, said that Dylan* (I think that's her name) pulled from the burning fireplace. And those crazy doctors from Seattle Grace Hospital . . . What was Meredith thinking? Why can't she just let herself be with McDreamy ( I seriously can't even remember his "real" name right now)? Will Izzy and, oh, what is his name? See, I can't even remember their names, it's been so long. Oh goodness, what is his name?? Let's see, I remember this joke . . . Callie, Callie . . . Oh, I rememeber, O'Malley . . . George. What will happen between Izzy and George? Will they be able to work past their lack of chemistry?<br /><br />Please Writers, can't we all just get along? I miss Senator McCallister! I'm so heartbroken.<br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br />In another part of the world, yet still so close . . . I have a bruise on the bottom of my foot. I didn't even know the bottom of the foot bruised. And, it is a bruise, trust me, I tried to scrub it off for days! I've never heard of this before, or is this something people usually keep to themselves? At first, I had no idea how I could have bruised the bottom of my foot, but then I remembered that day that <em>someone</em> left my pants, with my super cute pink belt attached, on the floor, and I stepped on the prongs of the belt. Yep, I'm pretty sure that's how I bruised the bottom of my foot. Darn that <em>Someone</em>!<br /><br />I tried to take a picture of this bruise, just in case you didn't believe the craziness of the bottom of the foot bruise, but I was extremely unsuccessful. I just couldn't get the lighting to work and the picture never came out right. I would however like to direct you <a href="http://www.thatsmycake.net/meatballs-and-fishing">here</a> to see a close depiction of what the bruise looked like.<br /><br />That's all for now. Have a great weekend!<br /><br />Signing off . . . Heartbroken and Bruised<br /><br />P.S. The word was Procedures . . . just wait until I post the materials list. I seriously do not know where to find a pancial and papper!Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-71523285792970682532008-01-27T18:24:00.000-08:002008-01-27T18:31:23.405-08:00Guess the Word!This is my lame attempt at a real update . . . really, really , really lame attempt! My head is full of updates, yet when I sit at the computer nothing comes out. I promise I will TRY to update, really update, this week. For now . . .Guess this word . . .<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Porcegers</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></div><div align="left">I'll give you a clue - It was written, by CC, in her Science notebook.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">That's it, that's all you get. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Good Luck!</div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-57590219733814882662008-01-16T12:55:00.000-08:002008-01-16T21:37:50.391-08:00It's All The Rage . . .<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8bqnDCgMy7TXkgKp9wPdIvpHzHoOHZ4uxStCjHo2yPpyAHaOCI0rtxHlJDF_D6KHlfnyJS7aAv09RibbkDrrL35794G9AS5SF3zVLxsKHWiBI0Rc3V1CEHgrSi40HzWa5nJa8_Y9t80/s1600-h/11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156181120192080050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8bqnDCgMy7TXkgKp9wPdIvpHzHoOHZ4uxStCjHo2yPpyAHaOCI0rtxHlJDF_D6KHlfnyJS7aAv09RibbkDrrL35794G9AS5SF3zVLxsKHWiBI0Rc3V1CEHgrSi40HzWa5nJa8_Y9t80/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVQSqVs8G_4L1Yunkf1Aif8Qn6M22DrQqmugqu8cUjTDbd7MddcXkjN_GBEDveBU1-FzJ5EX1KiXfG0uQCWoD4qHKr0Nk1XoMqS4uQHSxbs3y4-fLQESH06QzpcOO-55TKnStofFNm_8/s1600-h/Angela+cross+eyed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156181124487047362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVQSqVs8G_4L1Yunkf1Aif8Qn6M22DrQqmugqu8cUjTDbd7MddcXkjN_GBEDveBU1-FzJ5EX1KiXfG0uQCWoD4qHKr0Nk1XoMqS4uQHSxbs3y4-fLQESH06QzpcOO-55TKnStofFNm_8/s320/Angela+cross+eyed.jpg" border="0" /></a> Edited: Behold the Cross-eyed-crab-hat picture!! Just for Little Sis . . . <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156314801049168114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MU_XFzckUxxOqKcLjgfu0Hdo_HkfUHILhlkIOZgEGJuKtciNPN3oIBW3JI6ERSV6SJ4sZiOM_pZey6gvyq-tGxGjWeqKH9TlQqMdy7pJnwhkKvcIHI20uoVsw0fKWh1g05M7FSsSbSQ/s320/crab.jpg" border="0" /><br />P.S. Should I seek some kind of mental help??!! Or, is it normal for one to deliberately cross their eyes and then ask for a picture to be taken?? Please weigh in . . . </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And, just for fun, though not technically a "cross-eyed" picture . . .<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156314801049168130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQChSyvzN7AYJpV4UAWRln-7VxUTDjzdDb2POUoEoLlH1JxKC3_xSx0wfIkcU-9kNgoMbsV2o1-cZ0iM-EKygUy3nMEMf70Is7g9u97w1RJtaA9JXwjUZhU_JR1Y0p2hDuk-HBetlWCRI/s320/magnifying+glass.jpg" border="0" /><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">Hope you're having a great week!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156182318487955682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDun8pHxHvi7Z8q1fuO5EdQlSnHgLyyAOeKSkGWq5domYLdJwxcRwvENn96z6oRku8l9anByatm0yjiEyTW353cQd6GbzWj7usQc-QGHkctzbSvVGt7CrAJDo7q47gBl-ZxTKkSasmqI/s320/77ra.bmp" border="0" /></span></strong></div></div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-919686026697174242008-01-04T15:17:00.000-08:002008-01-04T18:40:05.677-08:00Dear Winter,I would like to apologize in advance in case I snap at you at any time during the composition of this letter. I am highly sleep deprived because I have been lying awake each night dealing with some lame illness that causes me to gasp for air and wonder if my throat is going to close up on me. Oh, and the ear pain. It’s ridiculous, I tell ya!<br /><br />If I wasn’t suffering from severe sleep deprivation, I realize I would not have an excuse for being snappy, but since I do happen to have a valid excuse, let’s just roll with it. Agree to agree? Alright.<br /><br />First of all, I know this may send you packing, straight to therapy, but no matter how many times your mother has tried to tell you she doesn’t have a favorite child, and she loves each of you equally, I am pretty sure she’s lying! I just want to be a straight shooter, if you know what I mean. Better to face the facts, than to live in denial. Think about it, Mother Nature has four beautiful children . . . Spring, whom she gives the power to bring the flowers up from their roots and grace the lands with their happy colors, so that all of the people of the world can find joy in their surroundings. Summer, whom she gives the warmth and sunshine. She allows Summer to warm the world so that the children may frolic amongst the green grass playing games with their friends such as tag and hide-and-seek. Fall, whom she allows to paint the trees with many splendor colors, and cover the ground with the cheapest form of entertainment known to children, leaf piles. You, Winter, she gives the cold and the rain and the wind and the snow, and shall I go on? I think not. I’m not trying to be snappy or anything, all I’m trying to say is that maybe you should hibernate for a few years and think about what I’ve said, that’s all.<br /><br />Your visit this year has been lovely. You were a bit late on your arrival, which gave me some much needed extra time with Summer and Fall, but that little game the three of you played for the entire month of November . . . you know the one where you rotated your days every three days, was a bit much. And a little annoying. Even for me. Please take note. Thank you.<br /><br />So, Winter, what’s it looking like for the rest of your stay? Let’s not wait until Groundhogs Day, the element of surprise makes me crazy! What will it be? Will you stay? Or, will you go, now? I’m just trying to plan accordingly. It’s not as if I’m trying to push you away or anything. No, not at all.<br /><br />We have had some great times this year. Our day at Apple Hill when I shivered so intensely that my whole body ached the next day. That was great fun. The chili cheese dogs were good too.<br /><br />Thank you for being so cold the night of the El Dorado Hills Christmas Tree Lighting festivities, that I talked myself out of going. I don’t know what I would have done if my blood had frozen up on me. You saved my life!<br /><br />I know we have had many more great times this year, but most of all, Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for blowing through my street last night and knocking down EVERY. SINGLE. TRASHCAN. On your way through, thus dispersing trash throughout the entire street. It was cute. Really, REALLY CUTE!!! I, being the art aficionado that I am, can only describe your work of art as “Picasso meets Monet.” The lawns and the landscaping in the background were so realistic, yet the display of trash over the background was so abstract. It was genius, I tell ya! Pure genius! The beautifulness of the whole spectacle must have just been overwhelming to those above looking down, because it caused the Heavens to open up and the angels to cry (hysterically) tears of joy, for TEN STRAIGHT HOURS!.<br /><br />Now, Winter, the only thing that would make your display of artwork even better would be for you to invite Mr. Sun out to dry up all of the rain, and send an itsy-bitsy gust of wind back down the street to blow the trash back in the can again . . . because I sure as heck don’t want to do it! Please forgive my snappiness! No sleep.<br /><br />In closing, I would like to invite you back for another visit. What is your schedule looking like for December 2086?<br /><br />Until then . . .<br /><br />So long, Farewell, Aufwiedersehn, Goodbye, I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye . . . GOODBYE,<br /><br />MEMixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-16211510745275379672008-01-04T07:08:00.000-08:002008-01-04T07:13:20.722-08:00So, I went to Costco . . . .. . . and purchased 96 bazillion gallons of apple juice. While I was showering last night, my ever so Charming Child poured all of the 96 bazillion gallons down the sink.<br /><br />"Why," I asked.<br /><br />"Because they said 'Best if Used By 12-07-08' and I thought since 2008 just started, it must have been a typo and it was supposed to say 12-08-07, and then it would be like three weeks old, " was her response.<br /><br />" And yet you will leave a container of yogurt on the counter all day long, and take a bite every once in awhile . . . oh forget it!"Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-53940677775765175962007-12-25T22:28:00.001-08:002007-12-25T22:29:25.284-08:00Merry Christmas . . .. . . from OUR home, to YOURS! Lots of love!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEmIuYTpS3jJzxD_idnDcG5Qn_FYX_-jB7KT5R_tnr7Y0bdYkZj0JrlY1ZSTm_Y2Rzel8Av-Pq3n9l6tPIODjutS62k2nYpxmbZSYE53Q7Q6EwehDzkjtCO-cUgG5XSB5GtPpfa2W2JM/s1600-h/ryan+and+angela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148164718352918690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEmIuYTpS3jJzxD_idnDcG5Qn_FYX_-jB7KT5R_tnr7Y0bdYkZj0JrlY1ZSTm_Y2Rzel8Av-Pq3n9l6tPIODjutS62k2nYpxmbZSYE53Q7Q6EwehDzkjtCO-cUgG5XSB5GtPpfa2W2JM/s320/ryan+and+angela.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-86740501316720882072007-12-23T21:21:00.000-08:002007-12-23T22:38:50.099-08:00Fun with Friends . . .We had an unexpected, but enjoyable, chance to break the monotony of the chaotic Christmas preparations today . . . Who could ask for anything better than Fun with Friends (except for me to maybe not look so homeless, sorry, it's been a terribly long week)?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147406802654062546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNcJmZP7hKcqpB9o24Bn95E_KxM7NGyYaGPk_zxmKM7_A6z7xYHjBeapjgaQkW4SE3VL6rr3aJoXEGe2OveZbfkuP0VdMyZDukyHievyAVTK7sm6yMQjLQ3h_01M31VqAOYg7vIczSnLE/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147406802654062562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMSpJNbBBVQISjx37u_cJWwWlqjhNrjm83HfM-zs2iBeT4dGIyWUzHWQSMpw_drPrEnx-KhbOKue2GxsXm1QjMXFv-CK6rVNiPDWHTUMF5r9nqfH8hKNjG2lWT1zH2aWk2v1fjZJXhBLM/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147410363181950994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuttWSOggGrGI682tFztmZZuluvZuGONcX_sfEBJatdMbrEqcVBS60vUQRUAE0ZbPYMat9TvN57KSh55VOtr8tDQVIBO8QTAzTng14FnToh1_G19aCgf_VIKMNAjURzvmnjQXC8sN-D9c/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147410367476918306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxAw8KtD3ugf6qM_HG57RlSnJSgdr969LRAkcMLvLRCUrjqR4KvNJRB93sxiEyYrDQx56LwgfsqmegZZ94E5yYQl9hqxHknxjFA3ZnXU9vS6e4cpFL8ZTY2aZWYml2xjlnGV8y1NvGsT4/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147410371771885618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPDVaLSdHV2HaMRzJtKbX3rnXfp6w61QfrdlIZcDwK8zypZuLNuKv578XGvg3sc_dl7unCq6ZJEVO0D_T07cd5IcPz2nJiwdTHz9ecK0oN9Xo9NJSSQ55H-9cZr0bDq6Ub7z65ccGPck/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147410371771885634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcfRWSvXFYkC7-5FiQLK5tsE9-RFoS1cGEqda1-u0MMMbsDzB8kWVZwt8iGot7SDnRvcvenw1xPMUv4oBDLuysE8_FIq20i9ZXjrCyrjNZOxEyzPqw-UYh04tjiEH5ryjzWj3crUjJlwM/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147410376066852946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwCjARKi8tFhnO4E_iFjXOUueswXXDdDNNeRbAg30SSoiPQ6x9funvq47fLE3LhjqLqFEcpv9ds6LkcDLNxlajvIfBiUAdbFNJ9Tj8ZWNptYlCsyAaogpiormqmcBNb2ArexXhHvXbvg/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147424652538144866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm5GIEBnH4j3dzekdOsDiAbGvwPaMG9KhS5ChS9N23AzIQX4AdjpMh6WWSC2xJDrH6lLZyu3H8kThUTyAoXUiaOFE0Iu7DqxS0UX1SxZ06aSQgGIaAZe7rAf4hEgMzBjrdJuA344ZM8hE/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147424652538144882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKwrdnOfhWqrbIUCvHEcbNQO1wDkV73GtA4-WVWMdTWA1ZHZbJjfPDiDB_aUEZ-oGd4db_fAzHnPYwVQ39tehQsHvknUrkKMTpj-owIfpdt9JaPafQrw7E69GoBfTke70AFlqAc_8WB0/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147424656833112194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRClwiEs5Wxa9_THide_ALLGlcJGa2m4LgRqSi6oxZwjibI-1dZN8en7DfE8t1tCyp82mphEiFHITJbxiShP6BHaEvxCWc3g8Al5XKlN2FwFrHRxTv522MTjmld-tpwKdf_UD3aeSLYTo/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147424661128079506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eQVHJXsWhg6blVzPGT5S0bGO0O1C7pGRVPurcSBWJq1DNUtcQ6jc1qqNdQ1E9_HE8BObWdwHwhCtCo1bRYiVtVyCa2kj2K_buPKM8DiFw967N-W5h8IHS05X3S_qIcHvoZJh5mI0tEw/s320/14.jpg" border="0" />Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-78872877415030526872007-12-20T21:34:00.001-08:002007-12-20T22:24:43.358-08:00Because I promised . . .<div><div><div>I promised to post some holiday pictures tonight, so here we go . . . I have been feeling under the weather lately, so I don't have many holiday pictures YET. I made CC put up the Christmas tree with her Dad because I was too sick to get out of bed and she wouldn't be quiet about putting the tree up . . . so, man and child put up a Christmas Tree . . . you can imagine how many pictures I got of that event - A big fat ZERO!! Why is it that I am the only one in the entire house that seems to think pictures are important? Does anyone else have this problem? Even if you don't, just tell me yes so I can feel better. </div><br /><div>Oh, by the way, what exactly does the phrase "<em>Feeling under the weather" </em>even mean? Just wondering . . . Speaking of weather, it is so cold here! I know that many of you live where it is much colder than where I am, and for that I am very sorry, from the bottom of my heart - unless you like cold weather, and if that's the case, then, more power to you. Seriously, I have been freezing for days! It could have something to do with my fever, but I'm not sure. I can't even get comfortable at night to sleep because I have to stay in one position all night long, because if I move and touch a cold spot on the bed, I have to instantly go pee!! Does anyone else have this problem? Even if you don't, just tell me yes so I can feel better.</div><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Alrighty</span>, it has become obvious to me, as I read through this post so far, that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nyquil</span> has begun to work it's magic, so without further adieu, on with the pictures . . .</div><div> </div><div align="center">Before her Winter (because we dare not say <em>Christmas</em>) Performance</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(That sign in the Christmas Tree says "Santa Stop Here" just in case he gets confused about where to leave the presents!)</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146302811375396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBUJAWQrfWw8sqa3AG3xsVeHwrHGIhmVxWHSjPczVuzs8nl_RCR20eLKWc1MXn8k9aaR2R309yX8UblHgUtaX29BvQNHyA1S62nzmftERkQPVkAVZyohExY0mjafJmHDGesoV6aQplYU/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146302815670364018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Md9UNuAEs3vHa6j812OOX5h8HeVXwlHO72Jq4nCpK2wgkM5kqsJURkpvX7z_eix2BZIgVEt2Ge7aYABVAOFQhHf4lbT6FDS5E6BISKIojzFbzUtUeSs0l4wB2Hzp3Q0EJq3J94rWfpk/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Rudolph??</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303459915458434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01eEjpc0bjXl-BvGtLSh6O6DIDu_6CQ3db63sEA8KmFzgCGMvoWE6AYsQwyOemcF5G4HxQmFMjpAAOnS2EBCfYWFbc6OAXIOR3wtPFd1XP8ogc_BM-AAH3R-3GJy6DIUu7DJy9fokOhA/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">You pick the caption for this one . . . I'm fresh out of ideas!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303464210425746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgd3E4NAemraUfPtBKc7ws1c0wEwRnr4MjVvoQ3fxNH2bn5W_sdSieSWnTFFrfH4_5yaaKSgF3x84rQJq8pr2AIpKNTm3R5Uqbq7Uw9jNxOUl-PSeNHuryWNXShdNlCeZyfNwPYksk2s/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The teachers performing with their cheat sheets because I think they forgot to learn the words to their song!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303464210425762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThBE_RtejJ1MJPESZLeWWOfWE0dzcSv0_YJm5Wac72tC6uo5OpoLXNrrRjnsBE-9i0dEGAGqlrIy8EQvCvFDUoSV0u2bgPzDOHqo3rrKuTMHx9l6jeClJC0mE6sYlCUib0r9rwiSTPyI/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">C.C.'s teacher, Mrs. R, front row in the white (not looking at her cheat sheet!)</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146303464210425778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEoOsD-_LMoBCJiqt8IvYHqkblFiS26SGItSre_vXusXwTuKjy5pJ-RvvTC0gW7ub6iziFFTqjOCYz-cOKWonYQfGWQdW22pf_fdLbUPkDKfU9naB-qJCgkTEE_aJCrgIA6I9-v4mmjFA/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I don't know any of these First Graders, but aren't they cute in their little reindeer hats and shirts?</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301501410371282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqnrjDq2JSv1dACYEYOaGkUTU9SQl2VRhhqwHXnwuxqzhKrC88Qlp218kPMqTfW4AVxURlYuiX-5ydTmwu93LcFO2ZsVH5T2kLsJv66msWeAmN3m-C3JSZd_xnuW0IeY2cMZQ9JpjtrY/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Guess which child thinks her second home is the stage?</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301492820436626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMsQSrjHvg2f-t-ldVqz2_sWhXf45oK1Jv2CR4IdqJlntWStgyqNo8bRcWbOSqc1Ddndd_zddnVIHhYE9pHAXMTKD6B1Bs4VxmtoQ8gVWyp7adN9GDpPmISZBSX0O6wTJEbfLWhgxjrz8/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Some of the Fifth Graders <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rockin</span>' out to Jingle Bell Rock</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301497115403938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnKqUufyBSSfBh4Y3pc2oL8FV_8BwczUU-BpNWukUt8A6diPqfM7urx7a-GDC7UFdqUeX7-VylNdsW9rQyqjXtG4UlIWRGWGC4gggg7gFByB23OOJg6Xabo5w1hViW9mObcSTB34Tr_M/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">CC informed me that the performance this year would not be as boring as last year because they had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">choreography</span> this time! I think she was talking about this . . . </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301497115403954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-pq3h0Ifzd8IhxnNRnGMpqTZssFKGfY2o8liSg94KXMCg5Xn-pXi68LhAHFTtkqensjuVPJ-LjDyzIgLYkmIzJl4b2V_13D_zyyQd8DoHCSgf1eyqyRerz_j-GOWmoPeswll1qMN0090/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146301501410371266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzpmxAxlpI4sgRAbWiqOW4Du4pOQqK0CNn5VASmUpd6ehUTXAaID43Xsiq-waIval9hZ0Sys_10blcxK509yFWF2wFa8YZ1fe0iEZWjnBcwI46ItTzNMPyP3LLjQ71QfqNqdFYwADe9Pc/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">CC, Mrs. R, and Best Friend</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146302807080429362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNOIgul_RCpD7VDBvu6CmG1nGM3lKD7xC5Yt9q-HJMC1uiAVgX4TajUudU-yiEou5kQgo6H8bceci_g1wJ7Lr60toPdo6DG4ShlND2lQoaVBr3ewjE_D12EdV3hu2KO9hip_etoLLyf4Y/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">CC and Mrs. H (her Fourth Grade teacher)</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146302811375396674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFY3GBGdNr33CrQbSNVFMP9MwAjI5FudVceR1C-PJL7_3Uj0x5HnI7it914yxWiYmwIUl0Og_cVdVeyUnRAxPXg5U0-oSOuv4nPSj6A9Oit5oRes6qjFDLBIKBFG1YvSNrcPq-GoBSZE/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">CC and Friend</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146302811375396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuqnj3WZbNNsefwRIhzuuhyVaYRpbs_7w9j25LAE0AMZDflASVH8bcT-vfIYV1IiaZ5NSbvmRmzYGvlmsetuVTMq_5x74DBN6E8vsdaLghs2sBbfXJuFTTHNq2Uvq_9wzukPtRHO_xzQw/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!! Stay warm!!</p><p align="center"> </p>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-5709855573764021272007-12-06T14:01:00.001-08:002007-12-06T14:08:15.248-08:00Oh, if everyday was a writng assignment . . .I received a very thoughtful card from my friend Jennie earlier this week which read, " I thought this might brighten your day! Take care of yourself! I am thinking about you guys." Enclosed was CC's writing assignment for the day. I'll just fix all of the spelling and grammar as I type, because this one's a doozy!<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">I am most thankful for my Mom. I am thankful for her because she takes care of me more than anyone else. I am also thankful for her because she does everything she can to make sure I get what I need, and that I am happy. She loves me a lot and encourages my dreams to become an actress and a singer. She takes care of me when I am sick and helps me to do better in school. I am very, very thankful for her because she pays for my musicals and drives me really far everyday for rehearsal. She gets me everything I need because it makes me happy. I owe a lot to my Mom and I am very thankful for her.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></em>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036930545248121254.post-29245639667035914592007-12-01T20:34:00.000-08:002007-12-04T18:00:21.004-08:00Much Sappiness Below . . .<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg4paHXicJxG_wahpy0E9-zlOoQD_mv5717AVRXXL7CTPUyI7oOZD7jasGFy1g4mmxHwGunWtVWjOc0mK0r_OUursSQ7vZrx4TzjreVPI_2iZtUyFplByvOKuH1YObkIXoNY0X6Y1jCm8/s1600-r/A+30.jpg"></a>I probably don't have any readers anymore, after my entirely too long blog hiatus and all, but here goes anyway . . . </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Life has been anything but swell lately . . . well, that isn't entirely true . . . oh where to begin . . . </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Little Miss Charming Child just closed her musical Aladdin with <a href="http://www.edmt.info/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">EDMT</span></a> last Sunday. The experience was fabulous, as I expected it would be. It was so hard to tear her away from the theatre last Sunday night . . . she was looking for any excuse to stay. After she cleaned her assigned area, the lead girls dressing room, she asks, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Umm</span>, do the boys need help cleaning their dressing room?" I responded, "I don't think so, but you can go home and clean the bathroom." That wasn't what she wanted to hear, oh well, I fail again.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Well, more Aladdin details and many, many, many pictures to follow . . . </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">. . . so, with the ending of Aladdin, came the realization that I could no longer ignore the troubles that had been brewing on the home front any longer . . . My first clue that things had become unrepairable (is that even a word?) should have been when all of my jewelry started breaking . . . the heart charm came off of my anklet, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">XOXOXOXOXOXO</span> bracelet broke, and one of the prongs on the very first ring he ever gave me broke . . . you know (actually, you probably don't) the ring with the emerald, because when we first met he asked what color my birthstone was and I said green, he bought the emerald, and my birthstone is actually the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">peridot</span>. Apparently I should have been more specific! Oh well, it made for fun memories! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Soooo</span>, I just don't know, sometimes I think, in the words of the Genie, "But, oh to be free . . ." </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">. . . praying for answers, slowly receiving them, will keep you informed . . .</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Okay, seriously, one of these days I am going to come back here and read this and think, "Quit your whining, strap on your party shoes, and let loose!" But until then . . </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Alrighty</span>, on with the update . . . First and foremost, I have a very important, and extremely overdue, letter to write, so grab your horses and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hold'em</span> for just a minute while I do so . . . </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Dear Heavenly Father Above, </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">You know better than anyone that I am not very good about sending out 'Thank <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">You's</span> ' (or anything for that matter) in a timely fashion. Though I have verbally expressed my gratitude numerous times the past few weeks, I wanted to formally thank you as well.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Though there are not enough words to describe how grateful I am, I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart, and to Heaven and back, for wrapping your arms around my vehicle and guiding me safely to my destination on that fateful afternoon of November 8, 2007. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I will forever be indebted to you, as if I am not already.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Love,<br /></div><div align="left">Me</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">. . . Okay, I can now breath a sigh of relief, I have been putting that off, though I don't know why, for almost a month now. . . </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">So, the day was November 8, 2007, the destination was an Elementary School in El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Dorado</span> Hills where theatre rehearsal was being held. CC and I hopped into the car after school , cranked up the radio, because that is the only way to travel, and began our hour long trek to rehearsal, just like we had done so many days before . . . only this time, we were headed to a destination that I had only been to twice before, over the river and through the woods, halfway to Grandma's house, on a two-lane road . . . We pulled into the parking lot, and it was there that it dawned on me and hit me like a ton of bricks, " I have no idea how we got here!"</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center">"During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">I remember in high school watching the movie Red Asphalt in Drivers Ed. You know the movie with all of the blood and the road, and . . . oh, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">nevermind</span>! (Is <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">nevermind</span></em> one word or two? Why does this dumb blogger always tell me it's spelled wrong? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">AAHHHH</span>!) Then, after the movie, my teacher talked about Road Hypnosis as if it was right up there with driving drunk . . . I remember thinking, "How dumb! Why would someone focus on a dotted line on the road?" </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Well, I am <strong>living</strong> proof, Thank you, God, that Road Hypnosis does exist. It's real, it's terrifying!!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">And, I'm moving on . . .</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">This is by far the most scattered post ever . . . is anyone still reading??</div><div align="left"><br />Now, I want to apologize to all of my friends whom I have not had any time for while I was completely consumed by Aladdin (the show, not the character, besides he's too young for me!)<a href="http://www.ibeebarbie.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ibeebarbie</span></a>, we are definitely catching up soon, I've missed you terribly! <a href="http://www.teachbroeck.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Teachbroeck</span></a>, thank you so much for your email. Though composed of few words, it meant the world to me! My friend Jennie (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">CC's</span> teacher) the words "Let me know if there is anything I can do," mean more to me than you'll ever know, thank you! And Diane, thanks for letting me call you and be a raving maniac without being judged! Amy, my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Spyquest</span> sidekick, this was a busy time for both of us, but dinner at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">BJ's</span>, though short, was just what I needed. Oh, and how can I forget our short jaunt to Alicia's house . . . Remember this conversation?</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Amy: Are you going to Alicia's tonight</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Me: I want to, but I can't stay long, CC has a lot of homework and we have a long drive home.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Amy: Okay, let's go together. I can't stay long either because I have to feed the baby.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: Sounds great, we'll leave her house by 7:30 </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Amy: Perfect!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">(drive to Alicia's house)</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Amy: Let's get our story straight. You have homework and a long drive, I have a baby to feed. We're leaving no later than 7:30.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: Yep</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">(At Alicia's house)</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Umm</span>, Amy, it's 8:17, maybe we should go.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Amy: Oh no, the baby!! (frantically searching for cell phone to call husband!)</div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Amy and I , and Ingrid at Alicia's house.<br /><br /></div></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139251249827542370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSI5y1T1HLzvPEdFCskQf5pALncf1ZKwkPIaZvGJCA34K2E4QD4nCupSMpc6IlvuNXPgF51PVKmQqGSpstLTHjSJlIK91E_PSjAoy-GYMRrS0Znm8s9deVVKhLCH4fiuNRz0PapFrlBPA/s320/Theatre+Mom%27s.jpg" border="0" /> Good times, definitely!!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">AAAAHHHHHH</span>, Aladdin . . . absolutely spectacular, everything about it! The director/choreographer, the kids, the teenagers, the parents, the set, everything . . . Speaking of teenagers, this was the first show we did with the infamous <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">EDMT</span> Teenagers, and let me say they surpassed their reputation of being the best teenagers in the world, by far! I am seriously telling you, I have never met nicer teenagers in my life . . . nice, helpful, caring, compassionate, funny, friendly, respectful, all around great role models. They had such a positive impact on CC, which is great because all of those qualities are exactly what I would wish for her to have as a teenager . . . <strong>Oh Genie, please grant me this wish!!</strong> She was just a completely different person in the presence of them . . . so much so, that one would never be able to guess that on any given day, before rehearsal, she was just throwing a fit because, oh, I don't know, the weather didn't meet her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">freakin</span>' sky-high expectations!! Unfortunately, I couldn't take the teenagers home with me at night, so usually things were back to status <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">quo</span> once rehearsal commenced . . . but, hey, "Stick with what you know!"<br /><br />Hey, maybe I should start a business . . .I'll call it, <em>Rent an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">EDMT</span> Teenager for a Night</em>. Well, actually that wouldn't be a very good business venture for me because I would be the one spending all of the money . . . Okay, on to my next brilliant idea . . .markers that only write on special paper . . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Umm</span>, okay, out of ideas!!<br /><br />I am such a space cadet tonight! I need to focus on the task at hand . . . Oh goodness, what IS the task at hand?<br /><br />During Aladdin, CC and I got to catch up with friends we don't see very often, and make new friends . . . like my new friend, Teri, whom I love so much!! My partner in crime, Mean Mom #2 (take a guess at who was coined #1) . . . Thanks for all of the laughs, thanks for keeping me sane when I just knew certain children (who shall remain nameless) were going to be the death of me during rehearsal ("back row" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">hahaha</span>), thanks for helping me when I discovered I could strangle myself with my Rehearsal Monitor "necklace"!! Come to think of it, you didn't help me at all, you laughed until tears streamed down your face if I remember correctly, which I do!! It was funny though, I loved that day!!! Memories . . .<br /><br />Okay guys, if there are any of you left STILL reading . . . I have so much more to say, and so little brain power, so I will leave you with pictures, lots and lots of pictures . . . Enjoy!!<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Aladdin Poster Blitz Team</strong></div><div align="center">We blitzed like no other (except the team that won!)</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250824625780034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rIXCFxktrfvz48gMrgrBjRGKqzia0ZjRSXZ-8JpY8jCrfO41PDdNurcH1mCAxmie8lP1x-JXCzHpKJzARacfvweTxxo7zbxUUqWqJjt0T2gyKByjNXjRkzqwzWzkZ4BePGS-3AVAcfk/s320/Poster+Blitz+1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250532568003842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_S4rWFNdUfO_ubu-9xCCZXjiXTBTj5ZWEpOLAPhYdeuWdISRDwc1Thw9mTKsIJdvehPxfc6cQo8EhTY74KomS2jHYDzD59ObvZGBK3lxlZ1WRZzu0L0-vg7D6oE2VeawaWZGQmjQzeE/s320/PB+2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250820330812706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhfAp9E-IizOnZCMS5-OXgzUzKFmdr4r0zqUacWy2Wnn0Vaeoway0Ogz1iwLUeqQfteb_DS2HZ5xZfF1KQVyjaKtwROLh6sQf60aSjgqv-v_rcCIXnuwfN84Qd_mImArBvYG4wfBBno_M/s320/PB+4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250824625780018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihMSZZ3oh66KIpEQgbKoj3XonV8hcoGNxZBqal8_gGVzF807QhxtAPcn1F4DMyecxFHIPFCnMokr74GHZCmHMAVMX_sTl458vMGcuA2MfP6ZX2GMKX1jkPI4Pn5XSE_RY1mW_lGXbSdtQ/s320/PB+5.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>Yep, we parked there, and we weren't even there for the food!!</strong><br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250532568003858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWdjqQNhzVjGqbEaBaj-cbHMytGEBAUJlkKnu4mxBNYbOHbftrwPH5JsOPhzMEPpif_bfQJGwt_ZSu16yQwhNHltrdHMu8Ygeez252eDzQczydyy_uE93H4ECTSgcB5mpW_0dukY0P24/s320/PB+3.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><br /><strong>Rehearsal Pictures (Sorry, I love them!)</strong></p><p align="center">Also, sorry for the out of order-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">ness</span>!</p><p align="center"><strong>Uh oh, the Princess is in the marketplace</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248870415659986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwDsm2RYEJcVDWaJftU5kzn5VvRAeLyAsFLVbATBlvFbTkfEpmJ7muCnUdGDWHzbRniOVYtgf0ORZoe0CbAQgBA9g3Zp5EIGtOxewgKKQPDjZbagA4jeMZRsAisUgYw6UxNkvVmZ6VBI/s320/DR2.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"Sometimes I just feel so . . . trapped."</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248866120692674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LG_sQXHSMK0Amt-N7GPr00kjHKDyV7eedSl4aQJ3dbb3mFQvYnzQK-4LdMPSQQvHzveTD8CNqnojwUsN6a0UdIVQkMS2FoKgCWG9N0-bYuxdVyT9KGfRN6KIHA6Prr1pwd_KYKgtZZE/s320/DR1.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"It's the only marketplace we have."</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>"Oops."</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249381516768242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipCkw15kWxdTX3FWB0IqR86M-fLC3fxmck78_XQX6PAuPHMSKQ6BHysoYseSlMTGRBjoAPcKFzVv5dwz95s9xRQKq6mPtZvd28Eif4xlmq-QVqmIycziAPhlJg8l2G-VSsYrP4Caj0y8A/s320/DR4.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong>"Look what we have here boys, a street mouse!"</strong></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250532568003826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp8vaV_D7O8Hho6Fl4cY8YhgaoiTYLq8e7_2cSc3g3X7oVDR5hnWrhDG7EA3n2tewVGL-nsayloyMMq0DYW_UyEzBHrLxZPasWhTvOf9Qyr4sEGGeB00MN1wsu05sSieqk5zdGQsGESxk/s320/DR%25.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>"Unhand him, by order of the Princess!"</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249390106702850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOzVlX-k-yevknWvzhiuVCj4fetXDEuymY9YJSNDM1-yatc8WWtqpPtln4RgeiAypxSgrvQqux-1QcmUymu9upq2-UYSdV4_VlREoClHeOJ4WhaZFuWiQKsEJGhsLkfBGRCZrQioFvCQQ/s320/DR6.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"He's a Prince, at least he was to Me."</strong></p><p align="center">(By the way, you should hear her voice . . . Amazing.)</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250150315914434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ZNt0PyMVy6vvvD5Vkt69bZus1C1GKlKvURExFKda6Kzlkky4IDZgOhC1IHJekc8MOJR17hEvcFQphiSqc5-5-ja-IBG4hga5-eSUOYy7Vc-1D77Kf8U6YA-a4WNpH69xb5K-ekrflmw/s320/DR18.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"Does anyone out there speak carpet?"</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249390106702866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje79r7j-8_4LYvNmESSePD-Tmd5ISCWcTBdzljFDQ3LytwS2cB4u7oYm3JjlfP3lImF55m1kpPwdYs4JKPC2-WZUBH-uXkbA83ykAVX70Fn6_OQx8bn1BO0FTeEmBW1i7dR7gGAVFCurU/s320/DR7.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"The ever impressive, often imitated, but never duplicated, <span style="font-size:130%;">duplicated</span>, <span style="font-size:180%;">duplicated</span>, Genie of the Lamp!" </strong></p><p align="center">and he wants to know</p><p align="center"><strong>"Did O.J. take my stuff too?"</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249394401670178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuN1_S9Ure8NRgDypwa4io6WlwCpgBH_GjgU0cQCeQO75hK2yV6hC00UQktPt0mrPocMYv3qIM-RJy2erCQSXnM9Li91Qnrp8387mp5QGKRhFfLpU-H81TIQcjBiF604cGCo0OmM2MsI/s320/DR8.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"I'm dying to know . . . did they, or did they not find <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Nemo</span>?"</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249811013497906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyg4HX1-cNlmOxiH2r2AyI_x0jrZigalsoqsLL3Z3bow2DQUq-zruNpnYbMjewEt37sJujhbgp-vB-PKBUhrtSP96ZrGapJY02u0Abx2HPqBsJBas1xU8V-nLJ7VSICSZGuWDHsw0PuTg/s320/DR9.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"Well Ali <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Baba</span> had them forty thieves, Scheherazade had a thousand tales . . . "</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249815308465218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7p3k8GDKxWNEvsKhCsoMYFJ1uMwzRQo-gVM_uyoyfU2NaZdKNVHXlCV1WwwMWhI_s1V9Gn-AN_YRrILP-CnJ8ZmIxSkHlbNmsFg_KG5B1mdEwdGIJ4jX5gOLO085iZq_e86N9_bUsUs/s320/DR10.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">C'mon</span>, whisper what it is you want. You ain't never had a friend like me."</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249815308465234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNbewVeeXhg-emuVfG9RV8AidvwCX6fvbzE6u-IEtRfaVpIgUp6rnQFLegPY7UoSWivlIZFStm0PfbbxWIKs-U26xp3AZX1gTLTiM7VO30z8Ud1brerlc1dMVCNs1h3F3sGmPcSM2r_Vs/s320/DR11.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong>"Some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">ol</span>' powerful Genie you are. Can't do this, can't do that, probably can't even get us out of this cave."</strong></p><p align="center"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249819603432546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje8RGwImyfLY00OfPLuAKyIJGJSwF24SBcabbYp1Owt0Swjdp3nu4o0Eqju3wJv_-CwVJqG5xZZFvZUDeaHuTNDayP2RQR0rz5EkIdcO0CNSFkx2DxYuqJmTHCJtBdKXmcuvTnxawB4vY/s320/DR12.jpg" border="0" /></strong></p><p align="center"><strong>Turbulent Carpet Ride</strong></p><p align="center">(No lines here, sorry!)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139249819603432562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuH0fcDYpxQWGhDWscsvPIcJhqzzrUNcQUdSMj3HgxSlMrOnC90uW2zoIuQz1xGuQ3ut7d9sijUZ_zZKUf7gVdHPn-VxkA_fUKALuSRXkRqD_Q7_tf9rmIoGjojNl-MRNK1MrCtVrRYo/s320/DR13.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>"Will I ever see you again, Aladdin?"</strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250137431012482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxAdGHQLYmUHi47kag4QL5mJwy_8lJ0SDFlGgRacOMKPYofM6M_AInNvqVdaGU8Gh0qzX7YGb-5GtijB12zVEM_yMX5n4KUC4vJSI3tDe5RopyyZNTA2Vt1DAOke4LxhJLPkKpxh2PMlw/s320/DR14.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong>"Aladdin, is that you?"</strong><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250141725979794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0mAifOOJjf_lGme9TP-Iq9o8GWqPlVo8Z-a-BqdYFeTb-uCUcH7xlMDT82Upf506vK3NnNb0Pon7imaNrWW4euGJw1gVeTMYzaAbM1ZJnLgZM5lJyzNW0qjvbmGJd7OaPVoDaLUGph4/s320/DR15.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong>Jasmine and Aladdin just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">hangin</span>' out, seeing the world!<br /><br /></strong></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250141725979810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIG_qS4z2uFpi9_2p3qVCFxAjFQhqzntBnqyrXAbO2O1F6woWMh3wZldSBvd3XuFRJS9q_e-XImWjZGsgpAw6Pzk2ZMCNBLssn3WhHoU2ntYqBLMQArl7fFrilBJhgqYp5UXW2qvWUv1Q/s320/Dr16.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>Safe landing . . . it's about to get mushy!<br /></p></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250146020947122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3qYTIBE9HbXTMRt0WqKwzz2qHGGl4RLeHKlqhbqOloziT-YhZ8WcISLApmdQXNRsBOhPmNZPh6pEU5umDuAFuasYaAPdTFqscpKCoKE4Tv5ZATHB_VD5eZEZBYNYMvyUvZUskYW8xTIc/s320/Dr17.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Now begins the out of order-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">ness</span>!</p><p align="center"><strong>CC as the Egyptian Queen</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139251249827542354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI_eLRMublglT3859p7fqctbZs-jNRfTr1b8TuxCa3Ns1BiiALZD_BTDeLXxgH8gAnQPQFq3LIm7UT7yM7O0IjVYg9m8CeCDkE421SjJSA4B1X1eIUz5X4PS80CK9x2gqgwDTjN6LUNr8/s320/Egyptian+Queen.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>The evil (but only in character) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Jafar</span> and his feathered side-kick,</strong> <strong>Iago.</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250523978069202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcNCxcOAROtYEHEiW1ST5URnjP6OM3lArqtgmDg44qgf5dkNpNtYp6JcuCLmTkAUNH341wFV48_gH-oCtJSg0rkIzrRCK3UZwcYi43R9Av2QEgYEvfmEh2xi4Yasu50xdfqNevDlebbE/s320/DR19.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Genie and CC</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>"Oh Genie, why the blue face?"</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139247715069457202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQ9Y-NHUU2YwpEpfd9lRulGn_pKL_0oOjc4tz4VvfBrYMxSlf7ewxjifp3CYB66ppBpGalqIqQdG-M9XGxBbiSgJAtRbyKc-o9Ucou9-sDJaQom3fDFohjPTcp8WdIAa_d7Zu7Kdimoc/s320/Blog+5.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Bunch of genies . . . CC is the one in blue!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248273415205746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP74g6wGPmjm5ML0MD5GWbabAqE4JAg70LdE_6dmYJn7VxEQ7PtZyGreNnblfoI7-ir6Vn46H-ZUdC_5ChOOIOrc_j6MiU28DAipyKDiiuoua3goWTBE5wfzN5exWxlYSIUPJiYVKtezk/s320/Blog+10.jpg" border="0" /></strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139250528273036514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpux9g0AFAR_f84THYUjhM2z9b6lz7P335tua8hzYplvqJBJwDjPgbU5zU8iiSeq-SU53dIHS4XSabfQLYRHZNcwdnFWDeKwqsIn_uyIwW1cxKf9x4_ef31Wv6fg-GimgThE5BOXo3ybs/s320/DR20.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Sultan happy, Jasmine, not so much!</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248861825725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0kFTE8LINfZCcZt_SNDW8bCW3WIvPh40VTzyfyLVdXvIrx46Di0QcU6ab5EAVbZxdfvhNaboqKi6ULcfArWf5N2AxTwpuRNlIldt9Q8BAMhX32o0WOTXZLFr23pTyPAolUMW8g9tlSao/s320/Blog+12.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Genie and Jasmine</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248269120238402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4XotZx1SvEcOVYq0SuknA1vvvAa-aXtx0u3Uf25powWrJSRGC3qqWx4oG7t1UOYGoAvkILf1wLNzrbM4NAJpjz0Czbm7UXpqiM0nWX3bcpxWy5AcXA8fbujLZxTeSZq6BqADM388MM0/s320/Blog+6.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>He's going to Disneyland!</strong></p><p align="center"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248861825725346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoJv3N37bAU3EhsNgsrVlEkPlI28hJoS1O4N5EMDYazQC_leeM62VWBukyqguQxEzak_snTjMDDNELe3RLt20vrvRDdHRAr7f0JTl2sxip0A6WirOXB-iG74giJebpZ6cZbx9EP8suwM/s320/Blog+13.jpg" border="0" /></strong></p><p align="center"><strong>"Don't you dare close your eyes. Hold your breath it gets better."</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248866120692658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgviLlQVFSAxr8F9-DlQuL8Zf4wt2Y8JptvzBTU_jBTK6qHgYnv2qgdjZqGOiW2lGjy4ySeQcJ4PCAyIOpzf_8F2sZinCKGV6wb-3u5ms4RtoHQ0q8zakvDRDqSLmJsttZiSPwLYiyLt5E/s320/Blog+14.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>What can I say? She's Egyptian, she always walks this way.</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139247702184555250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5oGwastdytZ_a1P91VIhCj_i9dfCP-FoN8WecYwCm0_NxRN6S4YpzLNZqV0RKJQRVzqhRcZsmJx-7CqflBTn_cHBvpkYmpuzGuA_7h31_hsHe4O2t7ll2mB0y7fl-Dl5nQWk7DdFeG0/s320/Blog1.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Merchant costume</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139247710774489874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBiRVSK8lKT-PtmTWSgVbpi-92AfBYyBlM0Ch48dQL8YSDYQF5miJRhiLwJPhQb-O1fXdjERi_wIZAcrE22R9JgKUjzD7Y25Ffw3ZirnabFRR0yQebEQG5X8s11kkp26gGR15toudYk8/s320/Blog+3.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Genie, Jasmine and part of the birthday crew</strong></p><p align="center">P.S. CC celebrated her 11th birthday during the run of the show.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248269120238418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiABFhk07GRFzq6BdScxrWrRtvKWAzb-z623A5_HHLQA2SOnrW8YwLGZFKH0i4ExU4wmFK9jTP4b9cOZf_uLZB82z5JKFVFBvp96g4N8g7O0byNbIEzUxVxT_ADQl0fV-yWXLjGZO2zyFs/s320/Blog+7.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>CC and friends</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139247710774489890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX-BHem0VTMftASml2oUY77reRUVsW6v_kA9El8JfIMp4HHrrIBcoh_wUgkLBgHILkXr2TogolUN30ftK3ZRb4K7hUeVEUIlEf9C8T_6qSJZbtnyempPYGpl0qzXzCcCnF9hmIBU_n6NU/s320/Blog+4.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Prince Ali is not who he says he is . . . </strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139248273415205730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVHcB5QXvWw4_cQ0vtImZny9eea2FoDiaeVxcCMOzDGqfqHlqNjVbmSGDX6vwpQ5PjZmPRtVpCVhXhwYC8xs20LzyRK1qEBS7zp2GsMuUROuqBmPDRZ7xcwginOcu3jshhSQDxcgNxnM/s320/Blog+8.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><strong>Phenomenal leads . . . original photo courtesy of Darla Wells Photography</strong></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139247706479522562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP93KLVdtAUzTpSmzqogtm0UtRzecp4XxeJ6eoGikcwrrwpmwDZdmvqqbGHUA-k2vVscIuJ8dEI4x5sbf3u234uaFSjf96L1MEp6sB8KaJNNkPig5NNHOUG0xoIAWclT9UsqcYN-KjJRI/s320/Blog+2.jpg" border="0" /></p>Mixed Up Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03754910613761708339noreply@blogger.com3