<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:35:46.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>smashpants</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-3779388032803232366</id><published>2010-07-26T23:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:24:15.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Ole Summer</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, I love summer. Here are the many things that make me love summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoying the great outdoors with friends! My Stace came to visit with her Mom and we went white water rafting!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498450345010925842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/TE5rdO2AERI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KEV0UCLeSq0/s200/Fun+stuff+2010+098.JPG" /&gt;Softball games every Sunday with awesome friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498450353209137490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/TE5rdtYm2VI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WoRXPMgM98g/s200/Fun+stuff+2010+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's not forget Rockies games. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498451389863781090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/TE5saDOVYuI/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bkslrz_-zic/s200/Fun+stuff+2010+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498451400674988210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/TE5sarf7ULI/AAAAAAAAAQI/EH3B1JnlTz0/s200/Fun+stuff+2010+008.JPG" /&gt;All in all life is good. We just enjoyed another Margarita Monday at the pool and I get back to being a barista in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-3779388032803232366?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/3779388032803232366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=3779388032803232366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3779388032803232366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3779388032803232366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-ole-summer.html' title='Good Ole Summer'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/TE5rdO2AERI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KEV0UCLeSq0/s72-c/Fun+stuff+2010+098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-5522926627417107534</id><published>2010-04-20T17:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:25:45.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots to report!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462361946478063698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S841P95vsFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BpHR-AyG7JA/s200/Sydney!+343.JPG" /&gt;The LA marathon was a success! I completed the marathon in 4 hours and 54 minutes and I ran the whole way! I feel good about completing the marathon, but I couldn't have done it without the support of Mike, my Mom, my sister, my brother-in-law, my niece, and my best friend Stacy!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462360542835952226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S84z-Q7YymI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ynPeLjIKeAk/s200/Sydney!+409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462360521591652530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S84z9ByWgLI/AAAAAAAAAPA/QW70h5wWebw/s200/Sydney!+366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462361954610845458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S841QcMwFxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YKtB1nxbsPw/s200/Sydney!+455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462361960848020450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S841Qzbz0-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7P1krMIgKtc/s200/Rockies!+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since the marathon, Mike and I have been enjoying the start of baseball season. Go Rockies! Also, we went on a snow-shoeing adventure with my Mom. We're all about the new adventures. And we will be embarking on a new adventure when my sister and brother-in-law's second baby arrives in October. Can't wait! I'm already checking out gender appropriate ;) clothing at Target!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-5522926627417107534?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/5522926627417107534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=5522926627417107534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5522926627417107534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5522926627417107534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/04/lots-to-report.html' title='Lots to report!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S841P95vsFI/AAAAAAAAAPY/BpHR-AyG7JA/s72-c/Sydney!+343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-3000927377219109268</id><published>2010-02-22T08:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:12:49.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Quick Takes (just like my big sister!):</title><content type='html'>1. Diamond FRICKIN earrings. Yes, folks, Mike surprised me with AMAZING, STUNNING, DIAMOND earrings for Valentine's Day....well, it was our designated Valentine's Day on the 18th. I had no idea he was doing this. And this is a real big deal because I'm not really a jewelry kind of gal....but a looong time ago I mentioned how nice it would be to have diamond earrings one day. Well, that day is now! What a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! And he did lots of other sweet things too to make me feel special. One in particular was that he said he's going to train for and run a 5k before I run my marathon...which really means the most to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I heart LOST. I know that the plot has taken some interesting turns and some people are unhappy about it...but I still love it. It's my guilty pleasure each week to find time to myself to watch the most recent episode online. Cause who am I kidding...I rarely get a chance to sit in front of my t.v. and watch it at it's regularly scheduled time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. For the last few days I've had the privilege of filling in for my Mom's friend and doing Mom duties for her daughter. It's super fun! I know this is going to sound crazy for those of you who know me really well...but...I actually enjoy getting up at 7 am to make her lunch and drive her to school in my p.j.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have 'Starbucks hands'...and no this does not mean that my hands have become magically inclined to make perfect lattes every time...too bad...it means that my hands are dry ALL OF THE TIME and crack and bleed. Yay!! And I sometimes develop a rash down my arms when I have been washing dishes for a while. Despite what my hands endure at work, I really love my job! Making coffee drinks is fun and last week I was officially certified as a barista! Of course I need lots more practice but I definitely have the basics down :) And I love getting to drink my favorite drinks for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My marathon training has been going well. Next weekend my long run is 20 miles and then I begin to taper to get ready for the marathon. It is not that far away...March 21. I have acquired some new friends on my feet including some sweet blister/callous dealios on my toes and one of my toe nails is bruised for what seems indefinitely. Ah, the milestones of becoming a runner :) Yesterday I ran in the dang snow for 13 miles and that was frustrating. But, LA weather is calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mike and I have been doing swing dance lessons the last couple of weeks (although, we skipped last week...) and it is really fun! Granted, Mike and I have had our frustrating moments while learning how to dance together...but I think that's part of the process. Our teachers are national swing dance champions which is pretty cool. Our class is packed, so once our sessions end we want to try and sign up for individual lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love me some Gatorade. Lately, it has been so refreshing to me. And I have recently learned that they have A.M. Gatorade and I reeealllly like that. Especially the strawberry-orange flavor. Yum! And I refuse to drink G2 because I think it is grody. Although it probably is a little bit healthier than my sugar packed verson :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side note:&lt;/strong&gt; Manda, tell Sydney her Auntie Ashley loves her soooo much!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-3000927377219109268?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/3000927377219109268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=3000927377219109268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3000927377219109268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3000927377219109268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/02/seven-quick-takes-just-like-my-big.html' title='Seven Quick Takes (just like my big sister!):'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-437183023411327366</id><published>2010-01-25T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:26:30.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>15 miles is humbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm thankful for water and GU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for shoes and for going downhill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-437183023411327366?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/437183023411327366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=437183023411327366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/437183023411327366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/437183023411327366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4822736951272260273</id><published>2010-01-21T20:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:52:33.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A.W.K.W.A.R.D.</title><content type='html'>Alright, I seriously don't understand why construction men have to gawk at women as they walk by them. (Disclaimer: I'm sure there are some good ole boys out there who only focus on their tasks and turn their gaze from women walking by construction sites...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, come on! So, I was running at Wash Park this morning and passed two groups of construction men working on the sidewalk. One guy in the first group pointed at me, turned to his pals, and then they ALL turned around simultaneously and gawked for a prolonged period of time. GROSS. And then I passed the second group of men and they just all immediately turned and loooooooooooooked at me. Seriously, is that necessary?? And I attempted a very mean, serious glare and I'm pretty sure one of them mocked me. It really makes me feel objectified and I hate that. I mean, I would understand a glance or even a smile as I passed by them...but the rubber-necking has got to stop! Arrrgghhhh. That's my vent and soap box for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mike wanted to be included in the blog..so he says, "Hi!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4822736951272260273?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4822736951272260273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4822736951272260273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4822736951272260273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4822736951272260273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/01/awkward.html' title='A.W.K.W.A.R.D.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4150536525069836980</id><published>2010-01-20T21:57:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:46:52.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things...</title><content type='html'>So, this is my new favorite accessory:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429053006747312322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S1fe8f3woMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5sTdku3MIiA/s320/purse!+001.JPG" /&gt;I love it because it's small, but it fits all my necessities. Also, it has nifty pockets inside, perfect for my cell phone and gum! And of course, the print is lovely. Here's how I found this wonderful clutch purse. I went to California for Christmas to see my sister, her hubby, and my niece. Right away I noticed the new diaper bag insert/purse my sister was using. My sister has a clutch just like the one above but it has a pink polka dot print. I quickly coveted her purse. And of course, wanting to be like my big sister, I found out where she got her purse so I could get one too! But, I felt like I shouldn't get the exact same thing...so I went to the website and ordered my next favorite print. My sister is extremely gracious about me copying her trend setting accessories, among lots of other things! &lt;p&gt;Here is the website:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fosterkadedesigns.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.fosterkadedesigns.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The awesome thing about shopping on this website is that the woman who handmakes the items is also raising money through the sale of her items to adopt a daughter! So check out her selection and find your next new purse here to support a good cause. And, isn't it cool that it's handmade?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, I would like to share that I am OFFICIALLY registered for the LA Marathon on March 21, 2010 at 7:20 am. Wahoo! So, I hope I will feel ready in two months. There was an option on the registration to personalize your bib...I really wanted to be clever or inspirational but all I could come up with was: Ashley. Ha. I wish I was more quick-witted like my sister. She would have thought of something like...I don't know..."Don'tpoopyourpants"...or something way better than that. So, Manda, I'm curious what you would have put! Throw some ideas in the comments so people can understand why I say you're the quick-witted one in the family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, I'm outskies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4150536525069836980?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4150536525069836980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4150536525069836980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4150536525069836980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4150536525069836980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-things.html' title='Random things...'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S1fe8f3woMI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5sTdku3MIiA/s72-c/purse!+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-9207523097014680272</id><published>2010-01-12T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:51:33.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paaatttyyyyy, I HEART YOU!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100108/music_nm/us_griffin"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20100108/music_nm/us_griffin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-9207523097014680272?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/9207523097014680272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=9207523097014680272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/9207523097014680272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/9207523097014680272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/01/paaatttyyyyy-i-heart-you.html' title='Paaatttyyyyy, I HEART YOU!!!!!!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-5118154476527711809</id><published>2010-01-11T20:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:19:16.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just call me Annie Oakley.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0v0mizMuWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2S28GFPfLYE/s1600-h/More+and+more+LA+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425699119111649634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0v0mizMuWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2S28GFPfLYE/s320/More+and+more+LA+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yep, I must say, I enjoyed the firing range. I didn't do so bad, but of course, Mike was WAY better. Good thing I know how to shoot a handgun...for when I make time to apply for the police academy. Yeah, just kidding...it's not in my life plan, but who knows, things change! And evidence to that is my new job. I am officially a Starbucks employee...ahem, "partner"...and I'm loving it. Change is good sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the running goes, my total mileage is at 96 miles. Yesterday I ran 13 miles and felt pretty good. My foot is no longer a problem, thanks to my sister's friend CK, who gave me sage advice! I'm looking forward to attempting my first marathon on March 21 in LA and if all goes well, I'd like to try another one in October. A few recent things I have learned during my training:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gel shots are AMAZING and seriously give me the boost I need to run the many miles. So far I really like the strawberry and orange flavored caffeine packed shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't clip my ipod shuffle to the waist of my pants unless there is another layer underneath. When I got done with the 13 miles I realized I had a nice raw gash on my stomach from my shuffle rubbing against me for over 2 hours. Need a new spot for the shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spontaneously decided to use my free Blockbuster movie rental to rent the first season of 30 Rock. And now that I am 4 episodes deep, I realize I have been missing out. This show is great! I love Tina Fey. And Kenneth is my favorite. And now I understand why Steph had this phrase on her facebook page: Live every week like it's Shark Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.M.A.Z.I.N.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-5118154476527711809?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/5118154476527711809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=5118154476527711809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5118154476527711809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5118154476527711809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-call-me-annie-oakley.html' title='Just call me Annie Oakley.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0v0mizMuWI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2S28GFPfLYE/s72-c/More+and+more+LA+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-5621968114381334267</id><published>2010-01-05T22:01:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:40:32.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Highlights from Christmas:</title><content type='html'>(inspired by my &lt;a href="http://insidedog.typepad.com/"&gt;sister's&lt;/a&gt; recent blog entry) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. HOT Christmas outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423492936287930690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0QeFzVISUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BQaRLW8z8II/s320/Christmas+Day!+104.JPG" /&gt;9. 1st Christmas in Denver with Mike and Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423492934138326354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0QeFrUn7VI/AAAAAAAAAOM/bspsdhj8J4A/s320/Christmas+in+LA!+041.JPG" /&gt;8. Reading many books with my niece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423490641507691474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0QcAOm4q9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/owoMM9BVoDo/s320/Christmas+Day!+150.JPG" /&gt;7. Festive socks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423490631937124994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0Qb_q9FaoI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qe9mY-S4MxY/s320/Christmas+Day!+039.JPG" /&gt; 6. Playing LOTS of Wii bowling, tennis, and Wii fit plus crazy games. Yeeessss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Early mornings hanging with Sydney...or sleepily hearing her morning sounds while I slowly woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Getting to pick up Michael from the airport with a new tradition! Normally I get picked up from the airport by him because I tend to travel more (ahem...fam in Cali). And he always brings me flowers :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Having sister time. There's nothing better than talking and laughing with my sister...and getting my hair played with, sister style!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Doing my runs in California weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Being with my whole fam and getting to spend Christmas Day with them!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423496489705783794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0QhUo19wfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QVT9ltRbEZo/s320/Christmas+Day!+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-5621968114381334267?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/5621968114381334267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=5621968114381334267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5621968114381334267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5621968114381334267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-highlights-from-christmas.html' title='10 Highlights from Christmas:'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/S0QeFzVISUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/BQaRLW8z8II/s72-c/Christmas+Day!+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-8943201869003219247</id><published>2009-12-22T13:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:28:27.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh Target ball, I love you."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzEqE7wWeEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-h1f_GY6pHQ/s1600-h/Even+MORE+Christmas+2009+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418158090951751746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzEqE7wWeEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-h1f_GY6pHQ/s320/Even+MORE+Christmas+2009+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sydney has fallen in love with a giant red ball. I think she literally may love Target more than I do. I don't think I have ever actually hugged the outside of Target...specifically the big red balls out front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzEqEZGPWJI/AAAAAAAAANs/QQaFKjPTR98/s1600-h/Even+MORE+Christmas+2009+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418158081648318610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzEqEZGPWJI/AAAAAAAAANs/QQaFKjPTR98/s320/Even+MORE+Christmas+2009+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          BIG hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzEqD4-deJI/AAAAAAAAANk/QAbJJOKVXDE/s1600-h/Even+MORE+Christmas+2009+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418158073025755282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzEqD4-deJI/AAAAAAAAANk/QAbJJOKVXDE/s320/Even+MORE+Christmas+2009+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         "BALL!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-8943201869003219247?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/8943201869003219247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=8943201869003219247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8943201869003219247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8943201869003219247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-target-ball-i-love-you.html' title='&quot;Oh Target ball, I love you.&quot;'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzEqE7wWeEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/-h1f_GY6pHQ/s72-c/Even+MORE+Christmas+2009+040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-7430096937736512802</id><published>2009-12-21T21:12:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:11:02.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in L.A.</title><content type='html'>Ahhh...I'm finally here in Cali getting kisses from my niece and having sister time. One of the things we always do when I visit is run errands. One, because it's necessary in order to have all of the proper ingredients for things like peanut butter blossom cookies (peanut butter cookie with hershey kiss in the middle)!! As Sydney would say, "YUM!" And two, because it's a good way to get out of the house for an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the exciting moments at Target and Costco...one moment in the top three is SPOTTING A CELEBRITY! And, let me just say, John (my brother-in-law) MOCKED me when I told him I saw an actor working at Costco. He was all like, "Psshhhh...ha ha ha...you just want to see a famous person so bad that you created one in your mind and convinced yourself it was true." &lt;em&gt;Anyway,&lt;/em&gt; I knew it was true from the bottom of my soul, so I pressed on. I went to my sister and was like, "Look, it's that one guy!" And she was all like, "Whoa, it totally is. I believe you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got back to the house we googled the movie, The People Under the Stairs, because my sister was confident the he was in that movie and because we could not remember his name or any other movies he has been in for the life of us! Well, lo and behold, there he was. No doubt that he was in The People Under the Stairs and like a million other movies. I knew I was right! His name is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0923490/"&gt;Sean M. Whalen &lt;/a&gt;and he is currently demonstrating a fancy new blender at Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is: &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917452880145346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzBPN9FPa8I/AAAAAAAAANc/gq8c4lKVFo8/s320/seanwhalen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, moral of the story, I'm not crazy. Sean Whalen demonstrates blenders at Costco. And I'm not saying this is a bad thing at all because he is probably working there inbetween acting jobs to keep the bills paid and his kids fed. Nothing wrong with that. Maybe he will get another gig appearing on LOST!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-7430096937736512802?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/7430096937736512802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=7430096937736512802' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/7430096937736512802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/7430096937736512802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-in-la.html' title='Christmas in L.A.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SzBPN9FPa8I/AAAAAAAAANc/gq8c4lKVFo8/s72-c/seanwhalen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4667638797328212030</id><published>2009-12-15T18:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:13:50.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping track...</title><content type='html'>Miles run since start: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and one day I'll be able to run that all at the same time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an amusing dream last night. I dreamt that I ran a marathon and got 3rd place overall! Coming in 3rd place was definitely one of the amusing things about the dream but the most interesting part was that it took me 20 hours to run the marathon. Crap! Well, if that was a prophetic dream, it would be really sweet to get 3rd place in the LA marathon...but not so sweet to run for 20 hours....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4667638797328212030?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4667638797328212030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4667638797328212030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4667638797328212030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4667638797328212030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/12/keeping-track.html' title='Keeping track...'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4966324505443568140</id><published>2009-12-14T22:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:06:12.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run to the Roost!</title><content type='html'>So with my recent foot trouble, specifically pain in the arch of my right foot, (after just beginning my marathon training) I decided to seek out a new and improved pair of running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I headed to Runners Roost because I had heard they help you make very informed decisions about what shoes to buy. Right away I received great help! Kelsey, the person helping me, had me walk so she could see what my feet looked like when I walked. She recommended a certain type of shoe because I put more weight on the outside of my feet when I walk (pronate?). She gave a solid reason for each shoe she chose for me to try on and was able to answer all of my questions. I talked with her about my foot pain and she suggested that it might be plantar fasciitis. Given her description of symptoms I think she is right on...so at least I have a label for my pain. Hopefully the new running shoes I bought will help the pain so I can progressively add miles to the new kicks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link to my new go-to-place for running gear and advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runnersroost.com/"&gt;http://runnersroost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4966324505443568140?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4966324505443568140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4966324505443568140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4966324505443568140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4966324505443568140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/12/run-to-roost.html' title='Run to the Roost!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-1477114374125486422</id><published>2009-12-14T00:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:52:31.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles and miles.</title><content type='html'>After watching an inspiring episode of The Biggest Loser, which included the contestants running a marathon, I thought...maybe I should run a marathon. So, I've officially decided to run the LA Marathon on March 21, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, that's what happens when you find yourself with too much time on your hands...you come up with crazy ideas. I guess it's not sooo crazy because I do have a background of distance running. I ran cross country for 7 years (middle school and high school). I have somewhat of an idea of what it might be like to run 26.2 miles, right? Yikes. I ran a half marathon with my Dad when I was in high school...but I'm more than a little rusty now. I just needed a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I started training two weeks ago. I officially started following an 18 week program created by Hal Higdon 1 week ago..so I'm a couple of weeks behind in his program. I should be able to get enough training in starting 15 weeks out, I think. This is one of those many moments I wish my Dad was alive and in my life. He ran at least 4 marathons while he was alive that I know of and I really would just like to ask him for advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I have learned in the miles I have run so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Running in 20 degree weather is way easier than running in 7 degree weather. Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sometimes I feel better in the first half of my run and sometimes I feel better in the last half.&lt;br /&gt;3. 26.2 miles is a long way to go...4 miles right now feels like forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I've had to delay the training for a few days due to a foot injury. I'm hoping that by tomorrow I will be able to be up and running again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-1477114374125486422?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/1477114374125486422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=1477114374125486422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1477114374125486422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1477114374125486422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/12/miles-and-miles.html' title='Miles and miles.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4764060416153062418</id><published>2009-12-02T12:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:29:05.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intershmoo.</title><content type='html'>Interviews are nerve racking. I recently boasted that I rock at interviews and rarely get nervous because I'm that good. Well, today I have an interview at Starbucks...well interview # 2 (long story) and I have to admit, I'm feeling the butterflies. I just need to focus on the keys to successful interviewing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eye contact, Eye Contact, EYE CONTACT!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. don't fart.&lt;br /&gt;3. smile A LOT...but not too much. don't want to look fake.&lt;br /&gt;4. remember the name of the person that interviews me...&lt;br /&gt;5. dress REAL sharp (my sister helped me in that department)&lt;br /&gt;6. don't be late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything I'm forgetting??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4764060416153062418?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4764060416153062418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4764060416153062418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4764060416153062418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4764060416153062418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/12/intershmoo.html' title='Intershmoo.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-6070217732405017802</id><published>2009-12-02T00:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:34:07.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving was full of blessings!</title><content type='html'>It was so wonderful to see my whole family for Thanksgiving this year. Sydney is sooo big! I couldn't hold back tears when I saw her the first day she was here in Colorado for Thanksgiving. And having my sister and her husband here was so great. I love nothing more than spending time with my family and whether we were: eating, running after Syd, watching a movie, or walking around Sports Authority...it was all so fun. I cherished every moment and wished that each minute would last longer. I am often thankful for what God has allowed me to have so far in this life but weekends like the one I just had remind me in such a big way of how lucky I am--and what wonderful gifts I have received. Thank you, Lord!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538247098594722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SxYX3pX59aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tvBLTqzCRRQ/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+142.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538253884039154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SxYX4Cprn_I/AAAAAAAAAM0/RTKaKMt_HwU/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538238083325778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SxYX3Hyf31I/AAAAAAAAAMk/HwtTXaEleaE/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537140753187202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SxYW3P6mwYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xEV4UxoOOmw/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537129114777906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SxYW2kjyuTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9m5aTSyr1ms/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410537117206671170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SxYW14Mrb0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/-pgfcS1U2jk/s320/Thanksgiving+2009+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-6070217732405017802?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/6070217732405017802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=6070217732405017802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/6070217732405017802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/6070217732405017802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-was-full-of-blessings.html' title='Thanksgiving was full of blessings!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SxYX3pX59aI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tvBLTqzCRRQ/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2009+142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-8058998737741607448</id><published>2009-11-21T13:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T13:48:03.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny days are here again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SwhR66wfhRI/AAAAAAAAAME/fI7yEL5DmEU/s1600/October+4,+2009+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406661425305191698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SwhR66wfhRI/AAAAAAAAAME/fI7yEL5DmEU/s320/October+4,+2009+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooohhhkay...the last time I blogged was in July...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the latest and the greatest since then...kinda...that's a lot of updating..so here's the most recent news:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I saw New Moon last night and liked it. Mike felt a tad outnumbered in the theater. He made a couple of 'just loud enough for some of the female audience members to hear him' disgruntled comments...but we all know the truth :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sunny, who was a timely God send, is a wonderful dog. She sleeps late with me and loves to give everyone little subtle kisses on their hands. No news on Wiley. We continue to pray that he is safe and will be back home one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Unemployment has definitely not been so terrible for me. I love having no schedule and getting to clean and organize all of the time. Buuutt...I'm getting to the point where I need to get moving on finding a job. So, thus, the job search begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I'm really excited for Thanksgiving because my sister, brother-in-law, and niece are coming to town!! Holidays are my favorite time of year because I get to be with my whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- I LOVE Christmas! Stockings, ELF, Harry Connick Jr., Starbucks Christmas Blend, sugar cookies with icing, Jesus' Birthday, snow, giving presents, Suzy's Santa outfit, and so much more!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mike and I have been watching Grey's Anatomy from the beginning. So great. And I feel so enlightened about medical things..so I find myself referring back to various episodes of crazy surgeries when people tell me they are not feeling well or have an odd cramp. And then I remember that the extent of my medical background is being trained in first aid...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- My current goal is to furiously work through my current coffee bean supply so I can open my FIRST bag of Christmas Blend!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Oh, and my hair is darker. Kurt worked his magic and dyed my hair a darker brown, with a blue undertone..? I don't understand the hair coloring technicalities. I'm really liking it though. Now people really think that my Mom and I are twins. But I've been hearing those comments since before I can remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, see ya in another 4 months! Ha. Sad, but probably true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-8058998737741607448?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/8058998737741607448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=8058998737741607448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8058998737741607448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8058998737741607448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunny-days-are-here-again.html' title='Sunny days are here again..'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SwhR66wfhRI/AAAAAAAAAME/fI7yEL5DmEU/s72-c/October+4,+2009+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-6869134460992839346</id><published>2009-07-16T00:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:04:35.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there, blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots going on over here in Colorado. My Mom is currently on the road with her friend, Lorna, but will be officially becoming a Colorado resident on August 1. While she's traveling, Mike and I are taking care of Suzy, my Mom's dog. Suzy was my dog at one point too and she's the best. Wiley, my dog, is still my #1 pup, but things have been interesting with both dogs in my apartment. First of all, Wiley can be kind of a bully. Due to this, Suzy finds respite in my roommate, Andrea's room. Andrea is allergic to dogs and Suzy really shouldn't be in her room...but Andrea has found a new friend I think and doesn't mind at all. Andrea is very calming for Suzy when Wiley is obnoxiously running around in front of Suzy's face with her toy in his mouth. When Mike and I yell at Wiley, Suzy thinks we are yelling at her. She's very sensitive and it makes me feel terrible that she thinks she's getting in trouble too. Anyway, the dogs are in the process of sorting out the whole "you're a new dog to me," "you need to understand that I'm the Alpha-dog," and "hey, that's my Mom...why the heck is she petting YOU?" thang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike and I were happy and surprised to see the two dogs getting along much better today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exhibit A:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358942662628962146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/Sl7J9XGvb2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Eky_C_p_0F0/s320/July+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-6869134460992839346?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/6869134460992839346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=6869134460992839346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/6869134460992839346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/6869134460992839346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-there-blog.html' title='Hey there, blog.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/Sl7J9XGvb2I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Eky_C_p_0F0/s72-c/July+2009+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-1463949183611167117</id><published>2008-12-20T00:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:41:03.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthwhile.</title><content type='html'>Working with the kids I work with can be very taxing and frustrating. But, it's worthwhile. I realize that it's worth it to drive from work to Walmart at 8:00 pm, and then back to work, to get one of my kids headphones and batteries for a cd player that could possibly help ease some of his anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if he still hates me tomorrow...which he probably will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-1463949183611167117?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/1463949183611167117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=1463949183611167117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1463949183611167117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1463949183611167117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/12/worthwhile.html' title='Worthwhile.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-7263554698165255388</id><published>2008-12-13T14:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:13:24.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to hanging out with my fam on Christmas Day and exchanging gifts after we share a taco dinner! Turkey is out for the next few holidays I think, due to the sickness of November 2008. My poor sister and her puking. I don't mind skipping the turkey for awhile, it's never really been my favorite. The stuffing on the other hand, I don't want to leave that out for too long. It's just soo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Christmas music, especially the Elf Soundtrack and Harry Connick Jr. The other day I was driving home from work and suddenly realized, "Good grief, it's December, I need to break out the Christmas jams!" That's not exactly what I said, but you get the point. I promptly pulled over into a parking lot and dug out my Starbucks Christmas mix...I couldn't find my other standbys in the cd case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've yet to buy any gifts and it's December 13 already. This is not abnormal. I'll scurry around next week at Target getting presents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was inspired by Mike and I's friend and Young Adult Pastor, Bryan, to be creative about gifts this year and focus on making them relational. His example was giving coffee to a parent and writing a note on it, saying, "Only you and me can drink this coffee together when we sit and talk." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wiley is currently growling at me. Not out of aggression of course, but probably because he wants me to get out of my bed and play with him...or because he has to go to the bathroom. One of those. The thing is, Mike already took him to the park. He is a stinker - Wiley, not Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll leave you with this. Rock on Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279400478921358994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SUQyw50ifpI/AAAAAAAAALk/2_v-8nLgLjs/s320/November+Fun+2008+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-7263554698165255388?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/7263554698165255388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=7263554698165255388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/7263554698165255388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/7263554698165255388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-season.html' title='The Christmas Season'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SUQyw50ifpI/AAAAAAAAALk/2_v-8nLgLjs/s72-c/November+Fun+2008+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-8475871205026109975</id><published>2008-12-09T22:29:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:14:13.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9aZ7qkHqI/AAAAAAAAALc/AiwRQH2jMtA/s1600-h/November+Fun+2008+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278036689860959906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9aZ7qkHqI/AAAAAAAAALc/AiwRQH2jMtA/s320/November+Fun+2008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Manda and Victoria meet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9aZkVPQwI/AAAAAAAAALU/mEAMdmDcpCw/s1600-h/DSC02052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278036683597497090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9aZkVPQwI/AAAAAAAAALU/mEAMdmDcpCw/s320/DSC02052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding my friend/niece, sporting my morning emo hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9YQfdGWmI/AAAAAAAAALM/UR_zkuKeRMU/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278034328646212194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9YQfdGWmI/AAAAAAAAALM/UR_zkuKeRMU/s320/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael, sporting the really ugly Christmas sweater he found at Goodwill, now regretting that he didn't buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278029977032358738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9UTMbge1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/98G1ZRTTV88/s320/November+Fun+2008+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bridesmaids, along with the Bride, striking a pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278029968582083234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9USs8zgqI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TFlO7SCA8Xw/s320/November+Fun+2008+230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Love those Conrads. And now there's another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9YQAJJ5GI/AAAAAAAAALE/_epO38ywNQw/s1600-h/November+Fun+2008+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278034320241058914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9YQAJJ5GI/AAAAAAAAALE/_epO38ywNQw/s320/November+Fun+2008+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natalie asked Mike, "Why do you have stamps on your arms?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9YPiuxRpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/z8OzOeFb4EQ/s1600-h/November+Fun+2008+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278034312345765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9YPiuxRpI/AAAAAAAAAK8/z8OzOeFb4EQ/s320/November+Fun+2008+215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Liz bought her first home! I got to see it when Mike and I had our whirlwind visit in IL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's much more to report, but lately I've been slacking and my schedule has been jam packed. I'm excited for Sydney's first Christmas and spending more time with my fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-8475871205026109975?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/8475871205026109975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=8475871205026109975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8475871205026109975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8475871205026109975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-was-fun.html' title='This was fun.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/ST9aZ7qkHqI/AAAAAAAAALc/AiwRQH2jMtA/s72-c/November+Fun+2008+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-9182197580292986190</id><published>2008-11-21T16:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:02:35.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's here!!! And a brief recap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tucker came to visit (our friends' cockapoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SSdIKit0LnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6RmJJTsCp3U/s1600-h/November+2008+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261234815315570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SSdIKit0LnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6RmJJTsCp3U/s320/November+2008+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jenna's getting married Sat, Nov. 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SSdIKZlKZOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NGQzQzuUspE/s1600-h/November+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261232363103458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SSdIKZlKZOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/NGQzQzuUspE/s320/November+2008+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wiley is as cute as ever.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SSdIJ_a74zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QrlZIt3h0y4/s1600-h/November+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271261225340887858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SSdIJ_a74zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/QrlZIt3h0y4/s320/November+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay, my Mom and her beau Howard are here visiting. I can't wait until she moves here for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the blog absence. I think I blog like I return phone calls, not timely and not regularly...oops. Laura, I got your messages and I love you! We'll talk soon, okay?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, life has been full, but good. Work still has a lot of ups and downs. Today I was a "piece of shit"...next week I may be referred to by another cuss word. Of course, working with these kids has it's rewards, but sometimes I want to say..."Shut up and put a bar of soap in your mouth, for the love of Pete!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right on. I'm way excited because my sister, brother-in-law, and new niece will be here next week for Thanksgiving. It's going to be great to see them and hold my favorite baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next couple of weeks will include: two weddings, Thanksgiving, time with family, and traveling to Grand Rapids and Chicago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-9182197580292986190?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/9182197580292986190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=9182197580292986190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/9182197580292986190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/9182197580292986190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/11/moms-here-and-brief-recap.html' title='Mom&apos;s here!!! And a brief recap...'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SSdIKit0LnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/6RmJJTsCp3U/s72-c/November+2008+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4607903667094716373</id><published>2008-10-10T14:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:31:16.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I went on a fun zoo trip with Lily, Troy, Isabella, and Victoria. I love the zoo! We're thinking about getting a zoo pass. We really liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Victoria and I taking in the sites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_FYg_XqmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TgPzkuEKyKk/s1600-h/Denver+Zoo!+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255636315127917154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_FYg_XqmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TgPzkuEKyKk/s320/Denver+Zoo!+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Isabella enjoyed the bears the most...oh wait, that's Mike! Ha. Isabella confuses the two : )&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_FY0_e2SI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jf9TDmnzmJk/s1600-h/Denver+Zoo!+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255636320497096994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_FY0_e2SI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jf9TDmnzmJk/s320/Denver+Zoo!+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zebras!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_EgHw7SYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c49VNo_gGGs/s1600-h/Denver+Zoo!+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255635346283776386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_EgHw7SYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/c49VNo_gGGs/s320/Denver+Zoo!+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The baby giraffe! The baby animals were my favorite, go figure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_Eg7IkjBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RU4UbS02PhA/s1600-h/Denver+Zoo!+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255635360073157650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_Eg7IkjBI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RU4UbS02PhA/s320/Denver+Zoo!+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My hand compared to a polar bear's paw. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255636311480213426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_FYTZsH7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/mmdpVdQiRFU/s320/Denver+Zoo!+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaboo..."Can I get out and walk yet??" She was a little peeved that she couldn't walk around after it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_EBEzaCPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EkCnfO-b5UI/s1600-h/Denver+Zoo!+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255634812912929010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_EBEzaCPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/EkCnfO-b5UI/s320/Denver+Zoo!+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_EBF07ijI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JMzAqSSx0mU/s1600-h/Denver+Zoo!+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_EBaW_zDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8n9U8bWpbQA/s1600-h/Denver+Zoo!+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255634818699349042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_EBaW_zDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8n9U8bWpbQA/s320/Denver+Zoo!+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255638839663754034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_HrdnnezI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3VOWVFIGl-4/s320/Denver+Zoo!+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The rest of the zoo crew: Lily with Victoria and Troy with Isabella.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255638848556508466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_Hr-v0JTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kv5Ic179G6w/s320/Denver+Zoo!+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was my first time to the zoo in our town. It was soo much fun! I hadn't been to the zoo since I was a kid. It was zootastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4607903667094716373?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4607903667094716373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4607903667094716373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4607903667094716373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4607903667094716373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/10/zoo.html' title='The Zoo!!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SO_FYg_XqmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/TgPzkuEKyKk/s72-c/Denver+Zoo!+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-5769504435945375755</id><published>2008-10-01T21:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:47:14.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YAR aka: Young Adult Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SORA-wSuSVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b9hpG3H_J68/s1600-h/YAR!+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394512280340818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SORA-wSuSVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b9hpG3H_J68/s320/YAR!+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike and I had a blast on our YAM (Young Adult Ministry) retreat this weekend. We got to stay in a beautiful home owned by a family at church. 30 people were on the retreat and everybody had a bed...this place was definitely spacious. We went to Fairplay, which is 2 hours West of Denver. The Aspens have turned and were quite a site. Here follows a picture tour:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394522072428850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SORA_UxVsTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dxf4Rwm9Hy4/s320/YAR!+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394527253523762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SORA_oEm7TI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Cu-tbEk3-RI/s320/YAR!+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252394529832390546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SORA_xrdT5I/AAAAAAAAAI4/i4aecAKF7as/s320/YAR!+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;During the weekend we played foosball, went on walks, played wiffle ball, had family style meals, got little sleep, played poker, some of the boys watched the Broncos game, we played Apples to Apples, and we had group devotional time. It was a wonderful weekend filled with quality time with new friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-5769504435945375755?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/5769504435945375755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=5769504435945375755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5769504435945375755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5769504435945375755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/10/yar-aka-young-adult-retreat.html' title='YAR aka: Young Adult Retreat'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SORA-wSuSVI/AAAAAAAAAIg/b9hpG3H_J68/s72-c/YAR!+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-6031729818233476359</id><published>2008-10-01T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:26:00.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Golden Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Michael turned 25 on September 25th, 2008. Obviously, this is not a timely post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252391359163325298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SOQ-HOBC23I/AAAAAAAAAII/8NI3jPy8Q9I/s320/Carrot+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252391356507019074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SOQ-HEHu10I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/51FxpqifxDw/s320/Happy+Birthday,+Dad!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252391359910404210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SOQ-HQzKYHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Gis06M4YKMM/s320/New+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a long day at work but made sure to celebrate in style! Pictured above is one of Mike's presents, a 'crown of thorns' ring from James Avery. Wiley was of course part of the celebration. We had Maggiano's for dinner and ended the night by watching Run Fat Boy Run, which was very good. I think Mike would agree that he had a great Birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-6031729818233476359?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/6031729818233476359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=6031729818233476359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/6031729818233476359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/6031729818233476359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/10/golden-birthday.html' title='A Golden Birthday!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SOQ-HOBC23I/AAAAAAAAAII/8NI3jPy8Q9I/s72-c/Carrot+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-1539532868610085851</id><published>2008-09-22T21:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:17:56.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It must be love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249061328431062066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SNhpd61fnDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zu7XjQX6IV8/s320/Good+Life+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You may be thinking.."What is he doing?" Well. In this picture, Michael is doing what he loathes the most: picking up dog poop. "Why?" You may ask. Long story short...I strained my back a few weeks back and he didn't want me to do it. So, he's in MY backyard picking up poop. Wiley is basically half his, BUT STILL. When I'm at my Mom's house and she tries to persuade me to pick up Suzy's poop, I say without hesitation.."She's your dog." Yeah, I'm a punk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If Mike were to be cursed, I'm pretty sure the worst possible punishment would be for him to pick up dog poop for eternity. He hates it mainly because it kicks up his gag reflex. I know I gush about him a lot and about the things he does for me..but seriously, he's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what we call, the cutest Isabella moment ever...well, so far. She snuck away to the entry way and proceeded to put on my Ugg boots and parade around in them. It was AWESOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SNhpev0WVmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WcIq9RArChI/s1600-h/Good+Life+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249061342653339234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SNhpev0WVmI/AAAAAAAAAH4/WcIq9RArChI/s320/Good+Life+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also found Mike's sandals. She even knew to put her little toes around the thong part. Oh man, priceless. She's also wearing the very expensive necklace Mike made her. This all happened after her other Birthday party guests left. Footloose and fancy free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249061347259558130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SNhpfA-jqPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PBYVZ0LYMsQ/s320/Good+Life+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In other news, my sore throat sucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My family is coming for Thanksgiving and I can't wait!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm currently trying to think of ways to make my house &lt;em&gt;appear&lt;/em&gt; to be clean and mice-free...hot, I know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And on Wednesday nights I've been volunteering at church, being a leader for the kindergartners. I thought it would be a good way to balance out the many hours I spend with teenagers..sometimes very cranky teenagers. The kindergartners are wonderful and lovey, but wouldn't you know, I got placed in the "behavior management" classroom. Ha, how ironic. Anywhoo, I'm enjoying singing songs about Jesus complete with hand gestures and a big goofy grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-1539532868610085851?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/1539532868610085851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=1539532868610085851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1539532868610085851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1539532868610085851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-must-be-love.html' title='It must be love.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SNhpd61fnDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/zu7XjQX6IV8/s72-c/Good+Life+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-5941229627561943695</id><published>2008-09-13T16:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T16:11:36.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice welcome home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was greeted by a smiley man with flowers at the airport. Yes, I knew this man. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630765198950306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMw5Y26LP6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QUXipL1F2HI/s320/Back+Home+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He also had a Pumpkin Spice Latte waiting for me in the car AND a present!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630773888807202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMw5ZXR_8SI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Y1k6AAeSZB4/s320/Back+Home+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630768519697538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMw5ZDR51II/AAAAAAAAAHY/O8HiFwJhyyQ/s320/Back+Home+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And THEN, when we got back to my house, he proceeded to make me dinner. I am one lucky girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245630779611867570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMw5Zsme6bI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fjpLg84-Q_Q/s320/Back+Home+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was hard to leave my new niece, but it's nice to be home again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-5941229627561943695?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/5941229627561943695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=5941229627561943695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5941229627561943695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/5941229627561943695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/09/nice-welcome-home.html' title='A nice welcome home.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMw5Y26LP6I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/QUXipL1F2HI/s72-c/Back+Home+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4901020019688444727</id><published>2008-09-08T13:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:08:51.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baby Chronicles continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the new object of my affection:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243735126802058594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMV9ULlGTWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Soyp1QE3N_M/s320/More+Sydney+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Besides these two, of course:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243735916497964658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMV-CJbRjnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/RAob-gsKa3E/s320/cuddling+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, SERIOUSLY, look at her face:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243735137922630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMV9U1AcwkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zWR6babN8zs/s320/More+Sydney+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243735131697122018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMV9Ud0LCuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vO7NwL0ip7I/s320/More+Sydney+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4901020019688444727?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4901020019688444727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4901020019688444727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4901020019688444727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4901020019688444727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-chronicles-continues.html' title='The Baby Chronicles continues...'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMV9ULlGTWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Soyp1QE3N_M/s72-c/More+Sydney+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-137738850236633459</id><published>2008-09-04T23:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:35:31.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney is her name!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finally Auntie Ashley!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMDCOZ41jhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k7L1OYlxPZg/s1600-h/Sydney!+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242403518982491666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMDCOZ41jhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k7L1OYlxPZg/s320/Sydney!+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My niece is officially here! Sydney Olivia arrived on Thursday, August 28, 2008 and weighed in at 10 lbs 7 ounces! I am happy to say that I got to meet her last night and will be spending 4 more days with her and her parents. She is beautiful and so cuddly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In her car seat. So cute! Today was her first Dr.'s visit after her Birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242405975911343986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMDEdaqUp3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/XsGP9K-AHHE/s320/Sydney!+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy and Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242403505478386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMDCNnlNQeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Mq53qwsa9-w/s320/Sydney!+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy and Sydney.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242403515106485042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMDCOLcuYzI/AAAAAAAAAGA/RF623kh8zag/s320/Sydney!+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-137738850236633459?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/137738850236633459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=137738850236633459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/137738850236633459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/137738850236633459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/09/sydney-is-her-name.html' title='Sydney is her name!!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SMDCOZ41jhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/k7L1OYlxPZg/s72-c/Sydney!+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-370710952883932631</id><published>2008-08-31T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:58:30.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today had an EXCITING twist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike and I stopped by Starbucks on our way back home from the Reunion so I could use the usually clean Starbucks bathroom (which it was). Well, to my joy and surprise, the Pumpkin Spice Latte is now being served!!! One of my favorite parts of Fall, you know, besides the beautiful turning leaves and crisp air...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-370710952883932631?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/370710952883932631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=370710952883932631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/370710952883932631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/370710952883932631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-had-exciting-twist.html' title='Today had an EXCITING twist!'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-3956637890892772872</id><published>2008-08-31T19:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:48:20.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's Family Reunion Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Reunion was a 3 day long event, starting on Friday and ending on Sunday afternoon. The first phase was a "Mixer" at Mike's Aunt's house. The second phase was at the Art Museum and consisted of dinner and dancing. It was a blast! The third phase was a picnic at the park which was low key. It was nice to have the day on Sunday to talk after the well known Tejano style music, Bad Habitz band, played too loud for conversation on Saturday. We didn't mind though, because we spent most of the time dancing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Us before the party started on Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240857176216213314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtD1aLsl0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vnsWZAHPVPc/s320/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left to right: Mike's brother (Matt), not sure, one of Mike's uncles (Rudy), Mike's Grandpa (Papa), Mike's Dad (John), and Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240857179027817042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtD1kqCQlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9L0GV6pC-50/s320/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys on Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtEM_q_HLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ljee6kqm3u4/s1600-h/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240857581416553650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtEM_q_HLI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ljee6kqm3u4/s320/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A group of us (not sure of everybody's connection to the family..some cousins, Mike's immediate family, Mike and I on the right, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtENGZQjuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wVJJJmjva-4/s1600-h/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240857583221247714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtENGZQjuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/wVJJJmjva-4/s320/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There was lots of guitar playing and singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtENdOiF0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/CRhQR2fLl_w/s1600-h/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240857589350274882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtENdOiF0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/CRhQR2fLl_w/s320/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new little friend, Pablo..he is the cutest little kid EVER..besides my niece that is. Pablo beat Mike in arm wrestling 10 TIMES. He was very proud, promptly telling his Mom. His fist pump at the end of his wins was PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtD1xSJNqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HR7xPc9_GL8/s1600-h/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240857182417270434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtD1xSJNqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/HR7xPc9_GL8/s320/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, we had a great time. It was nice to put faces with names and have time to talk to Mike's family members that live out of state. Looking forward to the next one! And Mike and I might just plan a trip to see Pablo and his family in Texas because they are pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-3956637890892772872?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/3956637890892772872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=3956637890892772872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3956637890892772872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3956637890892772872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/mikes-family-reunion-fun.html' title='Mike&apos;s Family Reunion Fun'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLtD1aLsl0I/AAAAAAAAAEg/vnsWZAHPVPc/s72-c/Rosales+Family+Reunion+-+August+2008+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-4301197231474423171</id><published>2008-08-26T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:24:37.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I hear about Dr. P...</title><content type='html'>the MORE I want to kick him in the pants or drop kick him to the back woods of North Carolina...or both.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-4301197231474423171?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/4301197231474423171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=4301197231474423171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4301197231474423171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/4301197231474423171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-i-hear-about-dr-p.html' title='The more I hear about Dr. P...'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-1965903081980960019</id><published>2008-08-25T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:26:31.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>my sister's pregnant belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my sister of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little niece is coming soon! I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was back to reality/back to work. Not a super hard day which was nice. Mike and I went to the gym after work and ate healthy all day...we've been feeling like gluttons since our food-packed vacation week. We're serious now...that is until Mike's family's 3 day long reunion this weekend which will be nothing short of an aunthentic mexican food extravaganza...we better go to the gym A LOT  this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-1965903081980960019?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/1965903081980960019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=1965903081980960019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1965903081980960019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/1965903081980960019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-8829135608428741230</id><published>2008-08-23T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T18:24:47.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this an episode of This Old House?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLB5rmuxWGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1osWTXYGuCc/s1600-h/8-22-08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237820156669941858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLB5rmuxWGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1osWTXYGuCc/s320/8-22-08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mike (my boyfriend) taught me how to use the drill yesterday. I must say, it was fun. I felt very useful and if I do say so myself, I look like I was born to wield a drill. Come on, look at the focus on my face. Maybe carpentry is my destiny. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little spastic, dropping the screw more than three times and having to rearrange the furniture to find it. Yeah, what you don't know is that before this picture was taken I was searching for the screw I dropped, looking very uncoordinated and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Juicy and Henry have found their new best friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237873378561413106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLCqFhugz_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/EJDH90Z6-cA/s320/8-22-08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237821658543966946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLB7DBpcSuI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ekR1YZr7tKs/s320/8-22-08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237873038618634722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLCpxvV1qeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zIPxv2bmH6o/s320/8-22-08+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-8829135608428741230?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/8829135608428741230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=8829135608428741230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8829135608428741230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/8829135608428741230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-this-episode-of-this-old-house.html' title='Is this an episode of This Old House?'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SLB5rmuxWGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1osWTXYGuCc/s72-c/8-22-08+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-2813022326765816913</id><published>2008-08-22T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:46:51.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Krispy Kreme and Golf.</title><content type='html'>I was hoping to switch my eating habits in the middle of this week, ya know, start eating more vegetables and less Cheetos, even though I'm on vacation. Yeah....that worked for about half a meal. After Manda's Dr.'s appointment yesterday, which we all attended, John saw Krispy Kreme on the ride home and it was all over. He made sure to turn that car around and purchase 2 boxes of Krispy Kreme doughnuts.  Included in that box was my favorite, raspberry filled glazed. So yeah, my plan was foiled. And soon after that we had a pizza filled lunch at Shakey's. Constant eating, that's what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about vacation and eating anything and everything you want? Apparently it's something I do very well. I just can't help it...AND my sister is pregnant and it is a lot of fun to enjoy food with a pregnant lady. That takes me back to the winter of 2007 when my friend Laura came to visit me while she was pregnant. Mike and I took her to the grocery store to buy food for her visit and she started eating a doughnut while we were at the grocery store and we left Safeway with ice cream, m&amp;amp;ms, cookies, THE WORKS. It was wonderful. I guess it's the pregnant ladies way of adding weight to those around them while they gain baby weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we played Golf, a card game, which has now become a family favorite. We're just enjoying all this time we get to spend together. And in my opinion, the days are going by WAY too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-2813022326765816913?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/2813022326765816913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=2813022326765816913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/2813022326765816913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/2813022326765816913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/krispy-kreme-and-golf.html' title='Krispy Kreme and Golf.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-7858695015444188697</id><published>2008-08-20T16:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:59:52.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing the waiting game.</title><content type='html'>We're enjoying our time together, even though we don't have a baby to fawn over yet. And we've been getting lots done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing Juicy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236732893200588546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="278" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKyc0irTHwI/AAAAAAAAACw/lX1pM3arXvI/s320/8-19-08+006.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watering the tomato plants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236736639529764322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKygOm1xxeI/AAAAAAAAADg/ZjMGxYJAhJw/s320/8-18-08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby proofing the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236743934753242290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKym3Pql_LI/AAAAAAAAADw/HijjdMMfCEo/s320/8-19-08+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Manda was the Project Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236734237324275602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKyeCx7W75I/AAAAAAAAADI/APh8FHxMhHg/s320/8-18-08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry was our project yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEFORE picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236727283670931714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKyXuBjNWQI/AAAAAAAAACo/nHmhsu_JunA/s320/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workin' the clippers and the manpower:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236735127806518818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKye2nO3piI/AAAAAAAAADY/wSQudG9Itw8/s320/8-18-08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236735121975922322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKye2RgvzpI/AAAAAAAAADQ/izhRGgolRBc/s320/8-18-08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued for the Henry 'after' picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-7858695015444188697?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/7858695015444188697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=7858695015444188697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/7858695015444188697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/7858695015444188697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/playing-waiting-game.html' title='Playing the waiting game.'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKyc0irTHwI/AAAAAAAAACw/lX1pM3arXvI/s72-c/8-19-08+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7848595282122097154.post-3530448060162882192</id><published>2008-08-18T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:37:50.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog, inspired by a new addition to the family...well soon, we hope : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm about to be an Auntie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236298051758387426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKsRVcEg8OI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZQqK9Z854uY/s320/IMGP1420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; is all in California awaiting the arrival of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt;. We have tried lots of things to encourage little girl to come see us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like feeding her Tommy's... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236296867644848034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKsQQg52N6I/AAAAAAAAACI/hFJBVY5XjWM/s320/IMG_0540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236297275246179762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKsQoPVk9bI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Rvc5ksCrp5Y/s320/IMGP1472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And going on walks along the beach! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236297619231259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKsQ8QyAuuI/AAAAAAAAACY/p1n--LlVvfc/s320/IMGP1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We are waiting for you, baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7848595282122097154-3530448060162882192?l=smashpants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/feeds/3530448060162882192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7848595282122097154&amp;postID=3530448060162882192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3530448060162882192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7848595282122097154/posts/default/3530448060162882192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smashpants.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-blog-inspired-by-new-addition-to.html' title='New blog, inspired by a new addition to the family...well soon, we hope : )'/><author><name>smashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03698703932903067821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SycsdSlGPrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P5A3oWsq-KM/S220/Thanksgiving+2009+160.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zAt1VeVNq6A/SKsRVcEg8OI/AAAAAAAAACg/ZQqK9Z854uY/s72-c/IMGP1420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
