<?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-3489350524826878244</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:10:20.506-05:00</updated><category term='Chantaclear'/><category term='Belize'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='Here I am'/><category term='Palmer House Hilton.'/><category term='ACDA'/><title type='text'>DL BUTTERFLY</title><subtitle type='html'>A butterfly lands in one place for only a short period of time.  It gets what it needs and moves on.  While beautiful and ethereal, the butterfly is on a mission to accomplish a fulfilling life within a short span.  So it is for DL Butterfly as it will be fluttering about day in and day out in the city of Detroit Lakes, MN and beyond as the wind may carry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-3589822996800238698</id><published>2011-03-09T14:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T15:39:53.944-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palmer House Hilton.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chantaclear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belize'/><title type='text'>LIVING VICARIOUSLY  ;)</title><content type='html'>Wouldn't it be great to be able to live in the shoes of another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hearing people say something like "my kids don't know how good they have it" or "can you believe how that family lives" or "I wish that could have been me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k.,  I admit I have been one to make such proclamations and such.  But, when I really look at my life....I've got it good.?  As a matter of fact, I am in Chicago right now with my husband and son being able to take in the sights and sounds of an awesome city all because my son made the Men's National Honor Choir.  Sure, I helped raise him, put my time in as far as that goes, but I am totally riding on his coattails on this one.  I mean...I can't sing.  Trust me when I say this...my daycare kids even tell me to please sing with a quiet voice lol.  This is not the first trip I have been on because of his vocal or musical abilities.  Oklahoma City and Minneapolis were also host cities for numerous honor choirs.  ACDA ... American Choir Directors Association organizes these choirs.  They do a great job bringing out the best of these young people.  And the kids meet some of the best kids and clinitians to work with.  It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Now for other coattail trips...the coup de grais...BELIZE!!!!  My husband gained favor with one of the organizers of Lobsterfest in San Pedro, Belize on Ambergris Kaye.  The band my husband is part of, The Fat Cats, traveled amd played ddown there and family was able to tag along beimg totally spoiled by the staff of the resort we stayed at.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...it's good to be me  :)  Back to the trip at hand... We are being housed at the Palmer House Hilton.  Going to be leaving soon to attend a free Chantaclear concert.  Food....the choices...hmmmm.  Well I certainly love to eat.  Yummy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I like living vicariously...sort of...or, at the very least I like the benefits that comes with hanging with talented people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey honey...Next trip...Europe, please  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-3589822996800238698?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3589822996800238698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-vicariously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/3589822996800238698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/3589822996800238698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-vicariously.html' title='LIVING VICARIOUSLY  ;)'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-5803192040047190517</id><published>2011-03-01T22:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:35:54.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The F Word</title><content type='html'>I know what you are thinking....  But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE WRONG  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the letter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; can be menacing.  Right now it seems to be exactly that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting something new can often bring about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear of reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear of not accomplishing what you set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear of finding out something you don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear of....well just plain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm trying to face my fears...  Like I said in yesterdays post, I started the Minnesota Child Care Credential Course today.  It is a 2 year course to show that I am knowledgeable and capable of caring for children, running a business and interacting with parents and families in a professional manner.  This course aligns with the Child Development Assessment (CDA) which is a nationally recognized credential for early childhood/child care professionals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been in this profession for 15 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What can I learn from this course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What can I get from having this credential&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if I don't seem to be growing as a provider as a result of this course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I hate the F word but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kids, I love what I do, and I am looking forward to facing my fears and beating them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's class was good.  A bit elementary, but good.  What does it mean to be a professional?  Who is a professional?  Am I?  HMMMMM.......  YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...F that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ear  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-5803192040047190517?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5803192040047190517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/f-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5803192040047190517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5803192040047190517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/03/f-word.html' title='The F Word'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-6851246120837866632</id><published>2011-02-28T14:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:19:21.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try This Again</title><content type='html'>O.K.,  It has been like forever since I wrote on this site.  I don't know what the deal is, maybe I just needed a break.  But then again, how could that be?  This is my therapy, right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got busy taking care of my mom toward the end of 2009 (which by the way is when I stopped blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids (daycare and my own teenager) have kept me hopping.  They are a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom passed away in May of 2010 - gave me a break, but more like a breakdown  :(  But she is definitely in a better place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't make it to Belize last year - another bummer!!!  Maybe this year, but my teenager seems to think he needs to go on these honor choir trips and trips to see a girl, etc. that eat up my travel money (what's up with that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my teenager has turned 16 now  argh....another reason for a breakdown (I swear I am NOT getting old!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband - he tries his darndest to keep me grounded (hello...look at the name of this blog - just try to keep a butterfly on the ground  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school board is an interesting creature all of it's own.  I love being involved.  What a learning curve with all the legal issues and the mandates from the state and federal levels not to mention the finance and operations.  Whew - keeps one's mind occupied for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to start on one more journey - I am going to get my MCA - an accreditation for my childcare.  It is a bunch of classes that takes place over the next two years and is equal to the Child Care Development Accreditation but it just so happens that I can handle the timeframe for the MCA.  I can't wait - I start tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k.  Are we back up to speed???  I know that is a very brief synopsys of what has been going on, but.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post again in the next day or so!  Maybe even with pics!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-6851246120837866632?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6851246120837866632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-try-this-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6851246120837866632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6851246120837866632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Try This Again'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-5390458234621537776</id><published>2009-08-07T08:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:28:10.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Waldo??</title><content type='html'>O.K., so I fell off the face of the earth again (see the earth is flat, haha).  I am finally back in the blogosphere for the time being.  Thought I'd take the time to let you know what has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I know I had been telling you about my nephews visit up here with me.  Being from Atlanta, GA they are quite accustomed to nice warm weather in the summer.  (yes, I am getting ready to rag on Mother Nature again).  The high temperature averaged around 72 degrees the entire time they were here (3 weeks).  With several mid sixty degree days and maybe 2 80ish days - let it suffice to say - burrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather aside, we had a blast together.  Of course I still had my daycare going full bore along with the respite care that I do on the evenings and weekends, but we had plenty of time to go do things - We went to Turkey Days in Pelican Rapids, Itasca State Park (Mississippi Headwaters), and a number of trips to Fargo, ND for what ever reason we could think come up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Eddie and Chuck. They are wonderful boys, with lots of energy.  They sure kept me busy - like I am not used to  that - right?  They went back to their Dad in Atlanta on July 19 - I truly tried to keep them, but my brother balked at that.  ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since they left I have been burried in kids, school board meetings, keeping up the house and best of all losing weight!  Not that I have been intentionally trying to lose weight, it's just been happening.  Woo Hoo!  Oh yeah...The other best thing...We bought a 15 seat passenger van!  I can get all the kids in one vehicle...another big Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to keep things more up to date... as with most things there are no real guarantees, but I will try ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-5390458234621537776?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5390458234621537776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheres-waldo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5390458234621537776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5390458234621537776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheres-waldo.html' title='Where&apos;s Waldo??'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-1494247438361700814</id><published>2009-07-14T06:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:02:01.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go, go, go...</title><content type='html'>It's not like I didn't do enough running with the kids Saturday, but I did it again on Sunday.  July 12, I took the kids up to Itasca State Park.  The weather looked as though it was not going to cooperate, but as we all know looks can be deceiving.  The day turned out to be perfect - but like good little scouts, we were prepared for anything weather related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up there I saw the billboard for "The Logging Camp" restaurant.  I had been wondering where it was considering  I had been there one time a number of years ago as part of a large group from our family.  I did not drive there at that time and therefore did not pay much attention to it's location (btw, it is well off the beaten path).  I enjoyed it then and was quite happy to have another helping and allow my nephews their first experience there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere at "The Logging Camp" will take you back 100+ years.  As you walk through the grounds you can take in the sights of a formerly working logging camp.  Things such as logging chains (huge and heavy), logging sleds, sheds, coups for the chickens (chickens included). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mess hall other small artifacts that really set this place apart as well.  There are signs noting what the "rules" were such as no spitting, no alcohol and no talking.  (the no talking one is not enforced - sorry men!).  The tables are long bench, farm style split logs.  Then there are the place settings all in metal - cups included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food is made from scratch and is served family style.  The limited menu does not limit the value!   The Menu:  Meats: Ribs, Roasted Chicken with Stuffing, Pork, Ham, and Roast Beef.  Added to that are the sides:  Coleslaw, Baked Beans, Pasta Salad, Green Onions, Dinner Rolls, Cornbread, and a blueberry spread that is unbelievable!  Drinks include:  Lemonade, Water, Coffee (don't bother asking for an alcoholic beverage - they weren't allowed in logging camps).  For desert a fresh hot doughnut just right to top things off!  The limited menu does not limit the value, the meats and sides are all you can eat in as many combinations as you care to make.  YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, did I ever tell you that I like to eat?  I actually plan trips around food.  On this one I just got lucky! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did make it to Itasca and had a blast playing in the Mississippi Headwaters, hiking and biking around the park and doing a bit of fishing (sorry, no fish for you).  What fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-1494247438361700814?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1494247438361700814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-go-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/1494247438361700814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/1494247438361700814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-go-go.html' title='Go, go, go...'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-8187937054381922920</id><published>2009-07-11T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:04:10.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day almost over</title><content type='html'>I am Totally tired!  Wiped out!  Exhausted!  Are you getting the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 11p.m. and I am just sitting down with the computer for the first time today with nothing else to avert my attention - unless you count "Saturday Night Live" (I had to ask my son how "they" spelled NIGHT - it could have been "nite").   I think I need my pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I took the kids (meaning  my respite kids and my son and nephews) to Pelican Rapids for a full day of activities.  First  item on the agenda was to find a parking space.  Talk about luck, we got a spot right outside the park.  Amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that feat had been accomplished time to soothe the beast that is a motorhead.  There were wonderful vehicles throughout the park including the only corvette worth having, IMHO, a 1967.  I think Eddie was pleased with the variety of vintage rides to feast his eyes on and wrap his mind around.  The rest of us ooo'd and awed plenty of times during the viewing.  Even the little ones had a favorite it was a Bel Air that was red and white don't ask me what year it was, but it was in mint condition - beautiful!  I got a couple of pics of the Nephews with a GTO Judge that was not even in the show, but it should have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:  meet up with Mema (my mom - my son gave her that name and it stuck).  She works at the Pelican Rapids Chamber of Commerce ( www.pelicanrapidschamber.com/visitcntr.htm )  It was fun to see her at her place of business.  She looked like she knew what she was doing :)  Anyway we set plans to meet up later on to have some turkey in the park, it is Turkey Days you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, off to the water wars.  Had to meet up with Tiffany over there!  It was awesome to put my arms around her and let her know we are still behind her!  Then of course we wanted to watch at least part of the water wars.  I thought for sure the PRFD would win - who knows though, I did see them loose one round.  Things that make you go hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM??? Where are you???  Well, we are at the park getting food - you were supposed to be here.  Oh...There you are!  The turkey sandwiches were good.  It was a fund raiser for the Pelican Rapids Rotary projects.  Great job folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, fun, family, fast and fabulous cars - what more could a person ask for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer:  Shoes from Fargo, Demolition Derby in Detroit Lakes, and Fishing at Bucks Mill!  YES, my son and nephews are being spoiled, and I am proud to be the one doing it!  Tomorrow...Itasca State Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time - bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nite!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-8187937054381922920?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8187937054381922920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-almost-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8187937054381922920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8187937054381922920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day-almost-over.html' title='Another day almost over'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-7027343806885946175</id><published>2009-07-10T21:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:01:39.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat Nephews</title><content type='html'>What????  Boys that are tidy - NO WAY!  But my nephews from Atlanta are 2 of the coolest kids ever.  Here are some of the reasons that I use to support my position:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are very intelligent as proven by their acceptance to advance track classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are into classic rock music and I mean into it.  They can discuss the bands, the music, the instrumentation, the names of the songs and on it goes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are quite capable of taking care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are very independent minded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are confident and sure of themselves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are as different as night and day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are siblings being raised by a widower father - who I might say is doing a great job allowing them to be themselves rather than carbon copy cutouts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They are cute as all get out.  Chuck is the younger one, has long curly brown hair and a smile and personality that is beyond magnetic.  Edward is the older brother - always looking out for the younger one but still getting his licks in.  Eddie has straight, short, black hair and is quite the conversationalist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I have had the pleasure of having them visiting for almost 2 weeks now.  This has been the case for the past couple of years.  I love having them come up to hang out with me.  They are so outgoing that even the flight attendants fall in love with them during the short flight between Atlanta and Minneapolis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are visiting me, but I am continuing my work with the kids I take care of for daycare and respite foster care.  By that I mean that I am busy with other kids all the time.  You'd think they would be bored outta their mind, aggravated by all the other rug-rats or outright frustrated at not being able to go sightseeing.  But, not these guys, rather they want to go ride bikes around town, go to the community center to swim, go to the city park to play or swim at the beach, go eat lunch at one of the local eateries (on their own), and they even check in with me  from time to time to make sure I don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I truly love is that they eat what I fix for dinners - NO COMPLAINTS!  The worst I have heard is "I don't much care for that, may I only have a small amount".  WHAT?  No "eewe, yuck, gross, ugh, blah and etc."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boys have been nothing but respectful even when I have had to scold them for being too loud during "quiet time" for the daycare or for running through the house.  The usual response has been a short silence, hung head, and a "sorry", followed by a "yes ma'am" to given instruction.  WOW!  I love it!  They even come home when they are told to.  Really, they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be sure Edward and Chuck are 100% BOY!  The bikes they are using may be in pieces by the end of their stay.  All of the frisbies and other toss toys will certainly be on the roof of the house.  And each child will have their share of sibling inflicted hand-stars and bruises.  Not to mention they have an older cousin that loves to get in there and pick on them too.  Can you say wrestlemania - Gosh I hope not, but you get the idea anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am certainly having fun with them being around.  Sundays is our sightseeing day.  We do, however, take the respite foster kids with us for some of the shorter trips on Saturday.  As a matter of fact tomorrow there is a car show and a Turkey Days Festival in Pelican Rapids.  There is no way I would be allowed to forgo these events as Eddie is quite the motorhead.  We will have a blast even with the extra kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Jeff (my brother for those of you that don't know) nice job with the boys - thanks for letting me borrow them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-7027343806885946175?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7027343806885946175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/neat-nephews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7027343806885946175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7027343806885946175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/neat-nephews.html' title='Neat Nephews'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-4673346848448286069</id><published>2009-07-09T06:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T06:47:05.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Camera</title><content type='html'>I have had a Kodak Easyshare camera for quite some time now.  O.k., it is about 10 years old, I think.  It has more than served it's purpose, way out lived it's warranty, kept memories vibrant more than any camera I have ever owned.  What's even better about this particular camera - I could use it and the photos would look good and that's saying something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you were wondering why my posts have been missing in action - now you know.  It's just because I miss my camera.  Since I had started this crazy blog this camera stayed attached to me like an extention to my arm.  Thanks to the camera and this blog, I found out that I have WAY more fun than a person ought to be allowed.  It is amazing how perspectives can be rearranged by truly focusing on the good things that are happening all around us.  Unfortunately our brains are hardwired to remember the negatives.  Going back and writing a quick blerb each day had refocused me into a more positive view of my live - which is huge considering that I am already quite positive and bubbly (or so I am told).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one know of a good camera that doesn't cost an absolute fortune, with good clarity, range, and is idiot proof?  Help... I really need a camera soon.  I am obviously going through withdrawls which is why the posts stopped for so long.  While it seems I am starting to recuperate, it is still quite painful.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-4673346848448286069?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4673346848448286069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-my-camera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4673346848448286069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4673346848448286069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-my-camera.html' title='I Miss My Camera'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-699275213904766943</id><published>2009-07-08T06:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:39:17.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suspect Honesty of Teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yup, that's what I said "suspect honesty". Kids are far too often looked at with a suspicious eye. They look different, act different and are searching for their own way in life by the time they reach their teen years. Heaven helped our parents get through our teenageism (a disease brought on by a determined # of years of life, approx. 13, and generally ending by 20th year of life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a cycle that has occurred through out history. Kids know there must be a better way to live life than the way their parents do. Parents know the kids are just out to drive them insane with their antics. Adults on the outside looking in just look in wonder and amazement at the two cultures clashing all the while hoping they don't get any on them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do these things bring to mind: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of teen boys hanging out by a muscle car, music cranked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mixed group of teens hanging out by a muscle car, rap music cranked&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mixed group of teens hanging out by a muscle car after dark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A teen couple sitting in a car at dusk in a remote area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A teen boy dressed in black with chains hanging from his clothing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A teen girl dressed in short, tight clothing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group male teens walking through town with baseball bats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A group of teen girls giggling through the mall - not one of them looks like she has eaten a meal in forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lone teen, male or female, walking sullenly down the street, unkempt, tears in their eyes wandering aimlessly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, you immediately thought:  Wow, look at that great kid or group of kids, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look again at the list and think about the post title "The Suspect Honesty of Teens".  Kids don't hide themselves (thoughts, feelings or otherwise) very well.  Often there are reasons for teens to dress and act in particular ways.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out at the park with the boy with the muscle car: COOL.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wearing chain drive black clothing: need someone to ask me what's up, maybe depressed, angry or just plain like the style (is that really possible?).  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teen girls in short tight clothing: want to be noticed, experimenting with sexuality, going out to the beach to do some tanning, hmmm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teen couple sitting in the vehicle in remote areas:  Better hope the parents had "the talk" or they could be discussing calculus. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Teen boys walking through town with a baseball bat:  duh, pick-up game, unless of course it's a gang and then you can expect other gear to come out as well not just the bats. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skinny girls giggling through the mall:  Fasion conscious, media fed, social divas?  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sullen, aimless, tearful, unkempt teen:  Please, someone ask questions - this person needs someone to talk to,  they just got into a fight with their girlfriend/boyfriend or parents in which case they need someone to talk to.  they are depressed/suicidal and they need someone to talk to.  And the list goes on:  They need someone to talk to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what do you do when you receive a phone call from a couple of teen girls that say they have just found a check made out to you and they would like to return it?  True story:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I had a check for $398 from one of my daycare clients that I was going to deposit in my account.  I endorsed it and put it in my pocket then started getting the kids ready to go for a walk to the bank (the kids like suckers from the bank and like to stop at the park and the pet store on the way home).  With kids loaded up, we went to the bank only to find the check was no longer in my pocket....ARGH!  Not the kids fault and I can call the client and let her know.  Of course I would pay the cancel fee, but ARGH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, off we went to the park to play, then home (we searched the ground as we walked for the missing check, heck maybe I left it on the counter at home) for lunch.   No check to be found anywhere, bummer!  I picked up my phone to call the client and found there was a message so I listened intently to the caller: A TEEN GIRL.  The message went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"hehehe, uhhh, Terrie, this is , uhhhhh, Kiki and , uhhhhhh Whitney and I found a 400 dollar check made out to you.  We thought you might like it back.  We stopped by your house, but you were not there so call us when you get back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The check was SIGNED - They could have CASHED it - They BROUGHT IT BACK TO ME not once but twice they came to my house to make sure I got it back.  Oh, and by the way, they knew they could have cashed it - one of them "reminded" me not to sign a check prior to being at the bank or something like this may end up with someone not being as honest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These girls were honest!  I have known both of these girls for a number of years in a very casual manner (something to do with baseball teams).  Both come from different backgrounds with different life stories, but both came to the same conclusion - HONESTY BENEFITS us ALL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I rewarded their honesty with $20 each.  A small pittance in comparison to what they could have had should they have chosen to just cash my check.  What they gained from their honesty is immeasurable - strength of character!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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/3489350524826878244-699275213904766943?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/699275213904766943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/suspect-honesty-of-teens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/699275213904766943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/699275213904766943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/07/suspect-honesty-of-teens.html' title='The Suspect Honesty of Teens'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-4435356991838293368</id><published>2009-06-26T22:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:47:50.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to get caught up</title><content type='html'>Where is all the time in the world when you need it?  It has taken forever for me to get into the swing of things again.  I have been working since Tuesday when I got back, but not getting anything done.  Probably because I am having fun with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee you aren't getting much new news out of me today... I am finally getting the photos uploaded to this blog from San Pedro Lobsterfest 2009.  For those of you that have never been to Belize - Go, get outta here and go - it is wonderful.  I have been in some of the jungle areas of the mainland and have been on a couple of the cayes.  AWESOME from the people to the places to the foods to the views and water....The photos are being posted to the original blog posts but I will be doing a wrap up post at some point in the future.  Be sure to continually check back to see if there has been any progress.  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way - I have been having a blast with the kids again.  We went to the community center today and I am telling you those kids swim like fish....Man am I tired....They have worn me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-4435356991838293368?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4435356991838293368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-get-caught-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4435356991838293368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4435356991838293368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-to-get-caught-up.html' title='Trying to get caught up'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-2550608272814505877</id><published>2009-06-25T07:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:18:16.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I did not fall into the sea</title><content type='html'>Contrary to the scuttlebutt I have heard bouncing around, I have NOT fallen into the beautiful crystal blue Caribbean Sea.  As a matter of fact I am back home here in Detroit Lakes, MN.  I have been here since Tuesday morning at 3 a.m. and  was back to work by 6 a.m. that day!  Where did my vacation go???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog in my brain is finally starting to clear.  San Pedro, Belize is a wonderful place to unwind, meet great people, have fun and just plain be yourself (a novel idea).  San Pedro Lobsterfest is an amazing festival that celebrates the opening of lobster season for Ambergris Caye and the myriad of fishermen and women that make a living from the sea!  Just wait til I get all the photo's uploaded.  It will happen ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back at work is a great thing - it gives me a reason to take a vacation and I get to play a lot.  I think I missed my kids a little bit :)  It has been busy though.  None of the kids are on a schedule any more - go figure - so it is going to be fun getting them back into the swing of things.  By that, what I mean, is the kids are going to have a heck of a time retraining me hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posts with pics coming as soon as I have time.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-2550608272814505877?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2550608272814505877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-not-fall-into-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2550608272814505877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2550608272814505877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-did-not-fall-into-sea.html' title='I did not fall into the sea'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-4455795846370449343</id><published>2009-06-18T21:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:37:55.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG - I can't believe how time flies....</title><content type='html'>Belize time is supposed to run at a pace that is, shall we say, flexible.  There is no way that it should be Thursday already, however that is exactly what my calendar says.  ARGH... Where is my Belize watch...It should only be Monday night, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let me catch you up on what has been happening since I dropped off the face of the blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night - Fido's - what a blast - DANCE DANCE DANCE&lt;br /&gt;Max followed a girl home, sort of and scared the poo outta me.  He went for a walk on the beach from Fido's with a girl (cute as could be) and of course he didn't come back soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we chilled&lt;br /&gt;It rained off and on most of the day which for me is a good thing because it makes me slow down.  Those of you that know me understand that I don't slow down unless I am forced to.  What can I say - it was good to slow down  :)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon we did go snorkeling at Mexico Rocks and Tres Cocos...AWESOME!  Like swimming in an aquarium.  Squid, Wrasses, Dori's Angels, Triggers (my favorite- undulated trigger)  and of course corals!  It was not at all like Hol Chan or Shark Ray Alley in that the marine life in the area were much calmer.  Did I say AWESOME.  Both areas were fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - We chilled again - More on again, off again rain (not bad though)&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping in town and had lunch at Blue Water Grill (always good)&lt;br /&gt;By 6 30 the Fat Cats had set up at Pedro's for a couple of sets!  Lobster Pizza anyone?  Goes great with an ice cold Belikin!  I made Wade the Gringo dance with me.  Wade made his boss, Mike, dance with me.  I danced with some other wonderful people including Walter (love his dreads).  There were people there that I have talked to but had never met.  Ya gotta love the Ambergris Caye message board.  I met Purdy Girl, and ran into KC Jayhawk and his wife again, not to mention Colomojo and her hubby....I can't wait to meet the rest!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rest - We needed some rest since we had a trip to the mainland set for morning.  Made it to bed by 12 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Up by 6 breakfast by 620 on the boat by 7 head to Lamanai  (Pronounced Lam-an-I by the spaniards and picked up by by the rest of civilization)  (Pronounced Lam-in-I-een by the maya)  The difference is in the literal translation - the first is boggy bugs,  the second is submerged crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;We took a boat from the dock outside the resort (piloted by Sylvan and tended by Jovani of SEAduced)  We stopped at Bomba Village - met some wonderful people&lt;br /&gt;Went on the bus to the Lamanai Outpost where we picked up Eddie (our Lamanai tour guide&lt;br /&gt;Then back on a boat to the Laminai Ruins.  How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Our guided tour was amazing.  You will have to wait til later to hear more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-4455795846370449343?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4455795846370449343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-i-cant-believe-how-time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4455795846370449343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4455795846370449343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/omg-i-cant-believe-how-time-flies.html' title='OMG - I can&apos;t believe how time flies....'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-7802297865303255069</id><published>2009-06-16T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:04:19.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday in San Pedro</title><content type='html'>Another day in paradise - can  you stand it??  Well just so you feel a little bit better - it rained off and on all day and last night was a tremendous thunder storm.  Great sleeping weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up by 5 out by 6  The search for coffee is on!  Thank God for Sergio- one of the waiters at El Divino's - he's awesome and always has fresh, hot, strong, black coffee waiting for me.  You have to watch him though - he will pick on people and if he can get away with it, he will scare you!  What a riot he can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy day = Dancing night!  Fido's tonight!  Lobster opener - Fresh lobster anyone????  Once again, I had one of the best meals.  Food, Food and more Food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-7802297865303255069?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7802297865303255069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-monday-in-san-pedro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7802297865303255069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7802297865303255069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-monday-in-san-pedro.html' title='It&apos;s Monday in San Pedro'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-722187418820933635</id><published>2009-06-15T10:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:34:39.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and Greet at Banana Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeet Yet?????...No djoo???  Shweat????  T'seat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, I won't need to eat for another month I think. Man was that good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly the start up to a week of festivities at the San Pedro Lobsterfest!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A BLAST!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had WAY too much fun last night.  Banana Beach hosted the opener to Lobsterfest and did they ever do it right!  Pull up a chair and join in on a fabulous meal, great conversation and some fantastic libations.  Appetizer - Conch Chowder - YUM.  Brazilian Rotisserie - Beef, Bacon Wrapped Shrimp, Peppers, Onions, Chicken Kabob -  NUM!  Add to that the roasted veggies and potatoes that are to die for.  NUMMY!   Wash it all down with a rum punch and a Belikin or two.  Can you beat it????  I think not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPMrdyXUI/AAAAAAAAAfU/pWNOV4hd3Co/s1600-h/100_4715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPMrdyXUI/AAAAAAAAAfU/pWNOV4hd3Co/s320/100_4715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841180188564802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't slip with that thing&lt;br /&gt;Doug, Maclesh and Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPM-uVvnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fOHJ0L8dkQE/s1600-h/100_4717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPM-uVvnI/AAAAAAAAAfc/fOHJ0L8dkQE/s320/100_4717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841185358265970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now it is time for a FEAST for the EYES!  The San Pedro Dance Company totally blew us away with their routines.   How wonderful it was too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPNdbYRnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Wn23ghn8ONE/s1600-h/100_4724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPNdbYRnI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Wn23ghn8ONE/s320/100_4724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841193600239218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;San Pedro Dance Company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPNlhfQyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PDKLA_QSYXE/s1600-h/100_4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPNlhfQyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/PDKLA_QSYXE/s320/100_4734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841195773346594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's go out on the dance floor, shall we?  Oh, definitely.  Dance, dance, dance!  The band was in rare form (like that's rare).  You can bet I danced every dance possible.  After the Fat Cats quit playing I went out with some of the local characters and danced some more at The Tackle Box (a local reggae bar).  Care to dance??  Next time it's your turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPN0H951I/AAAAAAAAAf0/MspK329BC4o/s1600-h/100_4759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPN0H951I/AAAAAAAAAf0/MspK329BC4o/s320/100_4759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351841199692834642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Fat Cats&lt;br /&gt;Kerry Boyd, Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Steve Ingberg, Drums (he really is in the picture)&lt;br /&gt;Doug Newman, Vocals&lt;br /&gt;Wes Horn, Bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWRfpMmjWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/l73mgE5Z9gY/s1600-h/100_4749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWRfpMmjWI/AAAAAAAAAgE/l73mgE5Z9gY/s320/100_4749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351843705020386658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shot from behind the band&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people up dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWRfR6Po0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7FartjSOQmQ/s1600-h/100_4755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWRfR6Po0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/7FartjSOQmQ/s320/100_4755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351843698769371970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WEELLLL ya wake up in the MORNING&lt;br /&gt;Doug is really belting it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWRf_5l7nI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LoQLO7Ph4FA/s1600-h/100_4754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWRf_5l7nI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LoQLO7Ph4FA/s320/100_4754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351843711114669682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More reasons you should have been there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Again:  photos don't want to upload.  Will have to get to them when I am back in the states apparently.  Stay tuned!  Finally done with the photos Friday, June 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-722187418820933635?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/722187418820933635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-and-greet-at-banana-beach.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/722187418820933635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/722187418820933635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/meet-and-greet-at-banana-beach.html' title='Meet and Greet at Banana Beach'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWPMrdyXUI/AAAAAAAAAfU/pWNOV4hd3Co/s72-c/100_4715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-5305276820830135939</id><published>2009-06-14T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:17:36.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm picking up what you're putting down</title><content type='html'>This should have been yesterday's post, but I was toooooo pooped to pop as Lucy might say.  Maybe you will get a double post....You think 2 in one day????   HMMMM, can ya handle it?????  Or better yet, Do you think I can handle it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, on with the post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, you heard me.  I'm picking up what you're putting down.  One of the things I wanted to do while I was here in San Pedro is to take part in the Beach Clean UP Campaign.  So, I guess I wanted to pick up "OPT"  (Other people's trash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, I arrived on the island Friday night.  By Saturday morning 8 a.m. I was down at the central park to join in on the beach clean up.  This was a campaign organized by YWAM (Youth With A Mission) and Mercy Ships International.  They are two wonderful christian organizations that do lots of missions around the world.  What a blast we had.  Must have been about 60 people taking part in the clean up.  There were 6 different teams that went to different areas of the beach and picked up the garbage that had either washed up on shore or blown from peoples trash containers or were just plain littered.  YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was part of a team of only 4 people Christen, Nick, Bri and myself.  We were a small but mighty group.  We ended up collecting 11 bags, I'm talking giant double thick industrial strength bags of trash.  All that between 8:30 and 11 a.m.  By 11 a.m.  I had to inform my tiny group that I would not be able to continue on as I had other commitments quickly encroaching on my time with them.  I have to say I had an absolute blast with these people and will certainly remember them for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you YWAM and Mercy Ships for your willingness to serve in this beautiful community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to upload photo's but....Not going soooo well.  Been waiting more than 20 minutes for 5 photos to upload, and still not going.  Maybe later - previous post,  hehe.  I truly will get some photo's on here at some point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_uXNTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CBmrRf_J3ik/s1600-h/100_4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_uXNTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CBmrRf_J3ik/s320/100_4701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351824166680209346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone arriving at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_s7K-ZgI/AAAAAAAAAec/7j5wKfBxefw/s1600-h/100_4706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_s7K-ZgI/AAAAAAAAAec/7j5wKfBxefw/s320/100_4706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351824141974398466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listen up here are your assignments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_tU8AYdI/AAAAAAAAAek/uV3-N4n2VO0/s1600-h/100_4707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_tU8AYdI/AAAAAAAAAek/uV3-N4n2VO0/s320/100_4707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351824148890935762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great group  -  Thanks YWAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_t8_gQTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Flz8nToBK_A/s1600-h/100_4695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_t8_gQTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/Flz8nToBK_A/s320/100_4695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351824159643025714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birds appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWAwM1YFXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rKw7iaCCuRs/s1600-h/100_4694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWAwM1YFXI/AAAAAAAAAfE/rKw7iaCCuRs/s320/100_4694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825297766880626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWAwRrhEJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Z44RVfqetqI/s1600-h/100_4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkWAwRrhEJI/AAAAAAAAAfM/Z44RVfqetqI/s320/100_4709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825299067703442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beach front businesses appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3489350524826878244-5305276820830135939?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5305276820830135939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-picking-up-what-youre-putting-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5305276820830135939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5305276820830135939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-picking-up-what-youre-putting-down.html' title='I&apos;m picking up what you&apos;re putting down'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkV_uXNTJ8I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CBmrRf_J3ik/s72-c/100_4701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-8518240593101440288</id><published>2009-06-12T04:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:11:45.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>going, Going... GOING.....</title><content type='html'>ARGHHHHH I'm up! I'm Waiting! NO, NO! I CAN'T WAIT! GET ME OUTTA HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am up it is 4:40 and I am sitting waiting for the airport shuttle. Can't get here quick enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to Max's game: Coach let him leave early so we were on the road by 7:40 p.m. last night. COOL! Thanks Coach! Then when we got to Clearwater,MN Max decided to text a friend, Eiter, to find out how the game went (it was 10 - 1 when we left - in Max's teams favor). Eiter is the best. Totally had Max going. He let Max know that his team had let the lead get away and they were in the 13th inning...still tied at 13...and everyone had pitched except the shortstop - OUCH! Now he was on the mound - we will see what happens - text in a few...gotta watch this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it occurred that there are no lights it is nearly 11 p.m. and these are traveling teams. Not to mention the coincidental "lucky" number 13 that seems to be cropping up. 13 innings and tied at 13?? Come on Max....He's pulling your leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth comes out eventually and we had a laugh, but Max wanted to reach through the phone to strangle his friend. All in jest of course.) The actual score was 11 - 1. YEA TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it...End of the game story. Shuttle time. Ready to GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to the Minneapolis airport. Caught the flight to Houston. Waited for 3 hours for our flight to Belize city. Then WAITED again for immigrations to allow one of our group to enter the country. Finally got that done. Then saw another of our group - a straggler that went through Miami airport to Belize City, Leon, - standing in the immigrations lines. Of course that means we waited AGAIN! Then he went to claim his baggage and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;IT WAS GONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nothing to worry about, it just has &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CYMBALS IN IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know we are just here for the Fat Cats to play for Lobsterfest. No big deal, huh. They can pla without part of the drums, right? HMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, we finally decided not to worry about the baggage. It will turn up - we hope. Then we caught our tin can flight - Tropic Air (wonderful people) to Ambergris Caye. We have arrived. Woooo Hoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got our rooms all set up. Had dinner at El Divino's - Grouper for me MMMMM! Then went to Pedro's for after dinner drinks - yeah right. We went there to harass Peter! Ring, Ring, Ring the Bell - Shots all around. Jaeger - the walls of Pedro's are lined with the bottles - I wonder why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see Peter and his girlfriend Laurie. By the way she took me over to see Saga, the Vet Clinic. She does a great thing for the animals here on the island. How in the heck did Peter luck out like that? She is cute and nice and she is compassionate toward other living life forms. another thing that makes a person go HMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Banana Beach, then to bed for bonzo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. Pictures later maybe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS4_UdR8eI/AAAAAAAAAeU/k4YNkoQooZY/s1600-h/DSCN0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS4_UdR8eI/AAAAAAAAAeU/k4YNkoQooZY/s320/DSCN0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351605655185781218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ball Game (ummm it's time to go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS4-gq6gHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/loDM4eRzvc0/s1600-h/DSCN0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS4-gq6gHI/AAAAAAAAAeE/loDM4eRzvc0/s320/DSCN0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351605641284321394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One more at bat and Coach lets us GO!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Coach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3OAKq8OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/u-6NMZn0cCA/s1600-h/101_4343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3OAKq8OI/AAAAAAAAAd8/u-6NMZn0cCA/s320/101_4343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603708413800674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bye bye, DL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3M_PvSPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ft0yGzwYvzA/s1600-h/100_4655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3M_PvSPI/AAAAAAAAAdc/ft0yGzwYvzA/s320/100_4655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603690986752242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready for the shuttle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3N1lJktI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Ql7L5Bc8ZRo/s1600-h/100_4653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3N1lJktI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Ql7L5Bc8ZRo/s320/100_4653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603705572070098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minneapolis airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3NCCWy2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/YESb_oWfImo/s1600-h/100_4654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3NCCWy2I/AAAAAAAAAdk/YESb_oWfImo/s320/100_4654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603691735927650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks like the rest of us feel - Can't they&lt;br /&gt;make this security check move a bit faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3NdcN0jI/AAAAAAAAAds/wKQXz8Z-ndo/s1600-h/100_4659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS3NdcN0jI/AAAAAAAAAds/wKQXz8Z-ndo/s320/100_4659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351603699092148786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I know I am at the right place -&lt;br /&gt;Goldson International Airport, BZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3489350524826878244-8518240593101440288?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8518240593101440288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-going-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8518240593101440288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8518240593101440288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-going-going.html' title='going, Going... GOING.....'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SkS4_UdR8eI/AAAAAAAAAeU/k4YNkoQooZY/s72-c/DSCN0327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-5376748113734445743</id><published>2009-06-11T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T04:39:36.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT ALMOST!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As you can imagine, I am about to loose my mind with all the checking and double checking the to do list so we can get outta here.  Max is at his ball game - Coach said they needed him tonight.  Yeah, well- I wanna go on vacation.  I guess we can't all get what we want.  Coach wins!  I suppose I can wait for a bit.  Actually, I suppose I have to wait for a bit.  OR, I could just leave him here with the team and....NAH....That probably wouldn't work either.  Yep, I will wait.  He is worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am wasting time getting this blurb done.  Will let you know how the game went later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til then......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-5376748113734445743?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5376748113734445743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-quite-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5376748113734445743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5376748113734445743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-quite-gone.html' title='Not quite gone'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-6361699161472592848</id><published>2009-06-10T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:13:12.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Caught Off Guard</title><content type='html'>My husband came home today right as I was fixing dinner for the family and the four kids that were to be here through dinner time.  Of course I was expecting him to come in about then.  Nothing out of the ordinary there what so ever.  My son was already home and saying his usual "mom, what's for dinner".  Again totally expected.  It's that time of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as you might imagine, are in the middle of packing for the trip.  Lots of little things to ensure gets done.  Go, go, go and do, do, do.  O.k., that is also to be expected.  "Honey, when is the dog being picked up?  Dear, do you know how late the hotel rooms will be held?  Did you water the plants?  What time are you done working tomorrow?  Did you pack your toothbrush?...."  I am quite sure you get the picture of what has been going on around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that the 11 daycare kids and the dachshund along with all that goes with that...Whew, I need a vacation.  Soon.  Very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why was I caught off guard???  Well, when my husband came in he hugged me and said he had bad news.  UT OH....BAD NEWS????  2 days before our vacation??  Not cool....  You can tell what I was thinking, huh?  Vacation canceled, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison to what the news actually was, I feel totally selfish in my immediate thought processes.  My husband broke the news as gently as possible.  You see, I don't connect very easily with people, but I care very deeply for those I get to know.  A woman I would be honored to consider a friend has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer that has metastasized to other areas of her body - prognosis is not good.  She is beautiful, vivacious, bubbly, smiling, and giving.  Unfortunately she may not be long for our world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so totally off guard not only by the news but to my reaction to it.  G...Pull through please!  Thoughts and prayers.  Love and concern...   So Sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-6361699161472592848?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6361699161472592848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-caught-off-guard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6361699161472592848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6361699161472592848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/totally-caught-off-guard.html' title='Totally Caught Off Guard'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-8088791351906109254</id><published>2009-06-09T14:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:14:07.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight or Flight</title><content type='html'>It's never any fun having to fighting with anyone. But sometimes it's worth it in the long run. You have to know what I mean. And, No I am not in a spat with my husband or anything like that. Lucky for me an actual arguement has only happened when he tried to teach me how to golf (note to self - golfing is not for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, in general, are not a problem either. Unless, of course, they are your own and they are teens or pre-teens or twenteens or.......just plain yours. But, I am not even fighting with kids. Mine or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day care parents you ask.......Nope, not them either. They have been awesome. Besides that they even take pretty good care of me. I guess you might say I've got a great crop of families in the daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, by now you are wondering who I could possibly be fighting with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;ID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That's who. ID, EGO, SELF. You had better bet that I put money on ME to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the deal. It always happens (if you look back through the posts you will see what I mean). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here I am getting ready for a trip and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAM!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;I get whacked by the first punch. That's right, a sucker punch. Anxiety has snuck up and pummeled me good.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Do you have every thing done? Contingency plans in place? Are your daycare kids gonna be o.k.? Will your daycare families make it through without too much stress. Did you pay all the bills? You know you will forget something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then there's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOOM! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;You guessed it, sucker punched again. This time it is self-doubt! "&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You know you forgot something. You never do that right. You should have done that too."&lt;/span&gt; I know we all deal with this one, but it is never fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, wait. There's a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; to go with the other blows. This one almost takes me out. Creeping in to the scene is worry. How can that happen with so much planning? &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"What if something goes wrong? What will happen if you miss your flight? What if you oversleep? What if your car breaks down? What if the weather won't cooperate? What if you get sick? What if your family gets sick? What if........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, how is a person to react? How will I react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That is easy........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;FLIGHT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;!&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PEDRO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See, told you I would win! Leaving Friday! I'm packed! And, I DON'T CARE WHAT PUNCHES ARE THROWN! I'm ready to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-8088791351906109254?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8088791351906109254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/fight-or-flight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8088791351906109254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8088791351906109254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/fight-or-flight.html' title='Fight or Flight'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-5491591645869122884</id><published>2009-06-08T20:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:17:47.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are Mondays so busy?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUZZZzzzzz.....Whack!   Hummm/grunt.... BUZZZzzzzz.....Whack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I HATE ALARM CLOCKS - ESPECIALLY ON DAYS THAT END IN "Y"!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I just realized I was yelling - just trying to talk over the noise of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALARM CLOCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now that that is out of the way, back to the question - Why are Monday's so busy??  And, not only that, but why don't I ever get anything done on Mondays?  Well, that's how it seems though I am constantly assured that things are often different than they appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was interesting.  Started off with a cup of coffee, shower and get ready for a school board meeting.  Nothing like starting off with a bang, huh.  By the time my pot of coffee was gone, it was time to head off to the meeting which started at 6:30 a.m.  (yes I said pot of coffee - so what, I have a big cup).  I informed the board chair that I would need to be out of there by 8a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tic Tic - zoom... The clock struck 8 and I ran out, jumped in my car and raced back home to relieve my husband of child care duties  (he makes a great "Mr. Mom") so he could go to his own job.  I was greeted by cheers and amazement that I was back so soon.  By the way, I had to promise to be back to the house by a few minutes past 8 so that I didn't have to have a different provider come in to do back-up child care for me.  I am still not sure how much longer the meeting lasted, probably only 15 minutes or so, but they had to go on without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never even had a chance to change out of my "meeting clothes".  Right into the fire for me.  "HI, kids!"  Now they are covered in God only knows what.  Thankfully they are machine washable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I played, ate, read, sang, watched a movie, played some more.  Oh, wait a minute we did get something done - we vacuumed the play area.  We, of course, meaning the kids.  Got the kids down for a quiet time and cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast, snack, lunch and more snacks.  What a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groceries, dinner, a couple of phone calls, send the last few kids home, clean the kitchen AGAIN.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just now sitting down to do the post for today and I think I want to go wrestle with my pillow again.  This time I dare my alarm clock to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUZZzzzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  At least until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-5491591645869122884?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/5491591645869122884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-are-mondays-so-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5491591645869122884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/5491591645869122884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-are-mondays-so-busy.html' title='Why are Mondays so busy?????'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-6921750174126350494</id><published>2009-06-07T22:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:12:21.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Packing, I'm Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I think it's about time to get my stuff together to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;go to SAN PEDRO, BELIZE!  Just a few days to go, but I am working right up to the minute we leave - literally  :{  Let it be sufficient to say I am anxious, nervous, excited and enthusiastic.  Add to that the fact that now I am ready to GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to pack up the house and just you know - move there!  I mean, it's June 7th and the high was what should have been our low - it was somewhere in the lower 50's.  That's it.  I've had it!  I'm ready to get outta here at least for a while.  It seems as though my little while is VERY LITTLE - 10 days.  Of course the time would very possibly never be long enough especially considering our weather as of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what packing for me looks like: (no, I did not pack hubby's or son's gear.  I figure that's their deal.  They know what they want to bring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLDXmF9NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0qGlD-hEotU/s1600-h/100_4642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLDXmF9NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0qGlD-hEotU/s320/100_4642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799747771593938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice clear bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLDkNqJOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ghBYyw5d32E/s1600-h/100_4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLDkNqJOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ghBYyw5d32E/s320/100_4644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799751158768866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Books for the San Pedro Library&lt;br /&gt;and Clothes for Belizegial's girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLD0nBW8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/sTSpsPUVDDU/s1600-h/100_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLD0nBW8I/AAAAAAAAAb0/sTSpsPUVDDU/s320/100_4645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799755560115138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLEFDF8iI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WAlfWkL4eTo/s1600-h/100_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLEFDF8iI/AAAAAAAAAb8/WAlfWkL4eTo/s320/100_4646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799759972823586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a few more things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLEa0Of0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/-soD2T64ZdY/s1600-h/100_4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLEa0Of0I/AAAAAAAAAcE/-soD2T64ZdY/s320/100_4647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344799765816049474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O.k.  maybe I am a bit over prepared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM4XBYqUI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Rpnw2QnhTVI/s1600-h/100_4649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM4XBYqUI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Rpnw2QnhTVI/s320/100_4649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344801757662325058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's see if it fits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM4qxBomI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FcdNlYCiTUY/s1600-h/100_4650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM4qxBomI/AAAAAAAAAdE/FcdNlYCiTUY/s320/100_4650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344801762962416226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, I can't believe it, but will it zip?&lt;br /&gt;-and, yes - the books are in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM45BvF2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/NeZfIHm675A/s1600-h/100_4651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM45BvF2I/AAAAAAAAAdM/NeZfIHm675A/s320/100_4651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344801766790600546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM5AyScxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2xqJodkKot0/s1600-h/100_4652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyM5AyScxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2xqJodkKot0/s320/100_4652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344801768873292562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope my scale is off&lt;br /&gt;like me, my suitcase needs&lt;br /&gt;to loose 5 pounds, hmmm&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/3489350524826878244-6921750174126350494?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6921750174126350494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-packing-im-packing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6921750174126350494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6921750174126350494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-packing-im-packing.html' title='I&apos;m Packing, I&apos;m Packing'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiyLDXmF9NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/0qGlD-hEotU/s72-c/100_4642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-2114456696453936400</id><published>2009-06-06T17:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T18:31:16.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me Karla, help, help me Karla</title><content type='html'>It's cold, gray and the kids went home early.  What on earth shall I do??  I actually have time on my hands and I don't know how to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice hot, extended, relaxing shower later and it hits me (as I look in the mirror - no it did not break)...GO TO THE SPA.  Not only do I deserve it, but I NEED it as proven by the quick look in the mirror - no it did not break).  Here's what I saw:  1.  my hair was faded with colors of red and gold blending to orange (eewe)  2.  one eyebrow 3.  finger nails in need of major attention  4.  feet, well let's just say my hubby won't go near them.  Anyway, I think you get the picture:  I NEED to go to the salon at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call:  ring, ring ---"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hello, thank you for calling Serenity Salon and Day Spa.  This is Lindsey.  May I help  you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My response: "I hope so, but I am probably beyond help.  This is Terrie, and I am wondering if by any chance can you or Karla fit a miracle into your schedule today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey:  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha, you always want right now service.  Gimme a second and let me talk with Karla - what all do you want done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I gave Lindsey my list of wants and pretty soon she came back to the phone and said:  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Karla said she can fit you in and we will get it ALL done.  Be here at 12:30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like I'm gonna pass that up.  I was there at 12:15, but I brought my son with me to see if I could press my luck.  What do you think the possibilities are that they could fit in a hair cut for him.  He is shaggy to say the very least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha - you didn't think she'd do it, did ya?  Well, what can I say, they love me and Karla fit Max in.  He looks like a real jock now - Mr. baseball.  I think his new nickname shall be strap.  Yup, that's it!  Thanks Karla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my turn, but "can you wait a minute, I wanna run next door and see if they will service my vehicle for me while I am in here".  Wouldn't you be ready to strangle me by now?  But, Karla is sooooo sweet she said: "Sure, I'll just get a couple of things together and pour you a glass of white zin.  See you in a minute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut, color, facial wax, pedicure with cute design on big toe nails, french tip manicure, a glass of wine, great conversation, lots of laughs, styling tips and a hug - now that's the SPA treatment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Karla!  You are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One more pitch, if you want/need the spa treatment this is who you need to call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla Lehman&lt;br /&gt;Serenity Salon and Day Spa&lt;br /&gt;1123 E. Hwy 10&lt;br /&gt;Detroit Lakes, MN&lt;br /&gt;844-5479&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                          &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2rGU0aUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MvG0JZWtQvA/s1600-h/101_4634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2rGU0aUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MvG0JZWtQvA/s320/101_4634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355128121256258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place for miracles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2rURQ3eI/AAAAAAAAAaU/teT-U4_vWQw/s1600-h/101_4632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2rURQ3eI/AAAAAAAAAaU/teT-U4_vWQw/s320/101_4632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355131864440290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Karla giving Max a trim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2rnhcz5I/AAAAAAAAAac/wWUWFQnmd_E/s1600-h/101_4633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2rnhcz5I/AAAAAAAAAac/wWUWFQnmd_E/s320/101_4633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355137032605586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From shaggy to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3wvpLxKI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EaImTl3Mw8c/s1600-h/100_4641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3wvpLxKI/AAAAAAAAAbU/EaImTl3Mw8c/s320/100_4641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344356324623500450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2sO6CztI/AAAAAAAAAak/TcsH3YtyZGI/s1600-h/101_4635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2sO6CztI/AAAAAAAAAak/TcsH3YtyZGI/s320/101_4635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355147604741842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karla - "sure, I'll just do a couple things&lt;br /&gt;while you go next door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3b_KwQtI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oUvezBsqEJM/s1600-h/101_4637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3b_KwQtI/AAAAAAAAAbE/oUvezBsqEJM/s320/101_4637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355968013583058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not - they look much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2sBt5a5I/AAAAAAAAAas/nP_cS1m552s/s1600-h/101_4638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2sBt5a5I/AAAAAAAAAas/nP_cS1m552s/s320/101_4638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355144064134034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But she's still working on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3bI_JmhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LxQc4rOc5K8/s1600-h/101_4639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3bI_JmhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/LxQc4rOc5K8/s320/101_4639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355953469397522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, who knew MY feet could look good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3bX6afJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5CIZa4Iv1ag/s1600-h/101_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3bX6afJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5CIZa4Iv1ag/s320/101_4636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344355957476064402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Lindsey - She's awesome too!&lt;br /&gt;The two customers were great to chat with too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3wI_XplI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xMiGM6jFrps/s1600-h/100_4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir3wI_XplI/AAAAAAAAAbM/xMiGM6jFrps/s320/100_4640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344356314247571026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice Tips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir7o9-ZtCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Na8g870HgPk/s1600-h/101_4381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir7o9-ZtCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Na8g870HgPk/s320/101_4381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344360589078148130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute bag, very dark photo&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think you were gonna&lt;br /&gt;get pictures of me in here did you&lt;br /&gt;HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3489350524826878244-2114456696453936400?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2114456696453936400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me-karla-helphelp-me-karla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2114456696453936400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2114456696453936400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/help-me-karla-helphelp-me-karla.html' title='Help me Karla, help, help me Karla'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sir2rGU0aUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MvG0JZWtQvA/s72-c/101_4634.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-6228040916035069231</id><published>2009-06-05T17:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T18:27:18.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Detroit Lakes Invitational Road Slalom</title><content type='html'>It seems as though I have been on quite a tare lately about the weather, so I thought I would change it up a bit...yeah, right ;)  Just outside my house there is quite the buzz, literally, as crews set up the slalom course.  It appears that there will be a city wide competition with various courses and levels of difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the course in my neighborhood was deemed to be one among best as this is the 2nd annual appearance for us.  I am quite sure it will wear down the competition and thin the field quite effectively.  From the start at one end it is an immediate hard right followed with a sharp left a short straight then another left/right/right/left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One may wonder what the big payoff would be to make people enter this Road Slalom, but it's all about the Benjamin's.  The purse can be absolutely huge for a successful run.  On the other hand, it can be devastating to have a less than stellar run.  There is a definite correlation between the consequences of down hill ski slaloms  and the Detroit Lakes Invitational Road Slalom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for it all to be over, that is when I will be able to declare myself the winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SimnXBUKxzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/rFwO8SYQMcs/s1600-h/101_4630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SimnXBUKxzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/rFwO8SYQMcs/s320/101_4630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343986446783661874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crowd gathers to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SimnWfakhWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YCyD9kLlONw/s1600-h/101_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SimnWfakhWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/YCyD9kLlONw/s320/101_4629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343986437683709282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The course -&lt;br /&gt;Hey, one contestant already went awry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SimnW1P1HrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/IyVfTY5VJzU/s1600-h/101_4631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SimnW1P1HrI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/IyVfTY5VJzU/s320/101_4631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343986443544239794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, that was a close one!&lt;br /&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/3489350524826878244-6228040916035069231?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6228040916035069231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/detroit-lakes-invitational-road-slalom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6228040916035069231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6228040916035069231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/detroit-lakes-invitational-road-slalom.html' title='Detroit Lakes Invitational Road Slalom'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SimnXBUKxzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/rFwO8SYQMcs/s72-c/101_4630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-7395209610380602806</id><published>2009-06-04T06:13:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:53:46.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Bipolar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT MINNESOTA'S WEATHER IS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; If you need proof, just come hang out with me for a couple of days, even a few hours, would probably be enough time to prove my point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So, Tuesday the kids and I were out playing alllllll day. As I shared, we went to 3'z Company and played on their equipment. The sun was shining. It was a little breezy, but it was warm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then there was yesterday, the day mother nature fell asleep on the job. (I truly think there may be a problem with narcolepsy in play here.) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;34 degrees&lt;/span&gt; at 6 a.m.  The daycare kids were being brought in with hats and coats on and/or wrapped in blankets. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By 10 a.m. the kids and I were outside playing at the park. There was almost no wind, it was warm enough to not need jackets. It was already &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;65 degrees&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We went from the park to Domino's Pizza and ate out - I mean outside. By now it was just a bit past Noon and was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;70 degrees&lt;/span&gt;. Then we went to another park (People's Park) for a bit and climbed everything in sight before coming home to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;change into swim suits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;since it was now very warm with no wind and we wanted to put our toes in the water!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It was now 2:30 p.m. and it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;75 degrees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and we were on the beach! (no we were not the only ones there either). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;we were done by 4 p.m. totally worn out and the wind started picking up. I think it actually helped me push the cart home is what I meant to say. Talk about going from 0-60; whew, the gusts were something at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;It remained a very nice night. And a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;s for today, I think we will have a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Here's some pics from yesterday at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;the beach: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie7u8dvvZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hAqnTVhSURw/s1600-h/101_4606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445898077650322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie7u8dvvZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hAqnTVhSURw/s320/101_4606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"yes, I will stay right here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie9C0-l4XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pdgqiK8s58I/s1600-h/101_4616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343447339176943986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 294px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie9C0-l4XI/AAAAAAAAAYE/pdgqiK8s58I/s320/101_4616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SifA3GgE0mI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ScjstAjP4go/s1600-h/101_4603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343451535768867426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SifA3GgE0mI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ScjstAjP4go/s320/101_4603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The sand is fun, but can we&lt;br /&gt;go in the water?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie9CDvcEII/AAAAAAAAAXs/f2cFZYUoP-I/s1600-h/101_4610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343447325960048770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie9CDvcEII/AAAAAAAAAXs/f2cFZYUoP-I/s320/101_4610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yes we can"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie-DvT3-nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HHA7tvxIafU/s1600-h/101_4617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343448454347094642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie-DvT3-nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HHA7tvxIafU/s320/101_4617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"OOOOOO, this is fun - chilly, but fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie-EWNb3fI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IlzXmqlhRro/s1600-h/101_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343448464789069298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie-EWNb3fI/AAAAAAAAAYk/IlzXmqlhRro/s320/101_4620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look I can swim!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie-ErPH8XI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lwZgLGheVXU/s1600-h/101_4621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343448470433296754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie-ErPH8XI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lwZgLGheVXU/s320/101_4621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bathing beauties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie_x4PZXiI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UOapO7LmVFs/s1600-h/101_4623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343450346529840674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 266px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie_x4PZXiI/AAAAAAAAAY8/UOapO7LmVFs/s320/101_4623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More friends at the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie_yKjQIXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/yHX9LSUGQfs/s1600-h/101_4624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343450351444959602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 208px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie_yKjQIXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/yHX9LSUGQfs/s320/101_4624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Warming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie9CurdBAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1SYYVZMblbE/s1600-h/101_4614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343447337486058498" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie9CurdBAI/AAAAAAAAAX8/1SYYVZMblbE/s320/101_4614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look what I found - a snail!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie_yZCYntI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IxmjrjBmbTA/s1600-h/101_4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343450355333635794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie_yZCYntI/AAAAAAAAAZM/IxmjrjBmbTA/s320/101_4625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I think I see some fishes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie7vFcR6EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5YnPfZogr_I/s1600-h/101_4608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343445900487419970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 207px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie7vFcR6EI/AAAAAAAAAXc/5YnPfZogr_I/s320/101_4608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boat dock just outside the swim area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-7395209610380602806?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7395209610380602806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-bipolar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7395209610380602806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7395209610380602806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-bipolar.html' title='I&apos;m not Bipolar'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sie7u8dvvZI/AAAAAAAAAXU/hAqnTVhSURw/s72-c/101_4606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-7595002809139775479</id><published>2009-06-03T06:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:17:39.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature's Narcolepsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MOTHER NATURE HAS FALLEN ASLEEP AGAIN---ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how I have come to that conclusion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My calendar says it is June 3rd&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to my calendar we are in the late part of Spring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring started around March 20 - again according to my calendar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kids and I have been outside playing as often as possible because of "spring"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and right now, this very minute &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34 degrees&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;in my yard (it's 6a.m.) And, just because it's supposed to make it all the way up to "maybe 60" today doesn't change a thing!  IT'S TOO COLD TO BE SPRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;What gives? No fair! I'm gonna throw the biggest tempertantrum...and it's not gonna be pretty! I want &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;count&lt;/span&gt; them again, &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;seasons! Not 1 or maybe even 3... &lt;strong&gt;I WANT 4 SEASONS!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Is that too much to ask?&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKE UP! &lt;/strong&gt;Spring is almost gone, so what am I to expect for summer?????? The snooze button is only for slackers.....Get up and get your rear in gear.....I want what's left of Spring to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;I want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SUMMER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;There, I got that out of my system for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's proof that we were playing outside yesterday. We had an absolute blast. We went to a little place down the street with a bunch of big inflatable bouncy things and slides and you know...stuff for the kids to play on, in and around. Smiles all around - take a look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;3'z COMPANY - on the corner directly across from the Detroit Lakes Pavillion and across the street from Detroit Lake! The Phone # 320.420.1400 -Karen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*ya just gotta check 'em out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtKAMh9lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dT7k5rPH9Mk/s1600-h/101_4599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078026540349010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtKAMh9lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dT7k5rPH9Mk/s320/101_4599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up, up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtJ9pYUkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qalmI4Mw44I/s1600-h/101_4598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078025856045634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtJ9pYUkI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qalmI4Mw44I/s320/101_4598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;up the steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtJmsgScI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KICaEgpU6Rg/s1600-h/101_4596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078019695135170" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtJmsgScI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KICaEgpU6Rg/s320/101_4596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZrvKh-ccI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5tNQMYiWlcc/s1600-h/101_4592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343076465946554818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZrvKh-ccI/AAAAAAAAAV8/5tNQMYiWlcc/s320/101_4592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtKlljoRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HfSy8DquEug/s1600-h/101_4601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078036577427730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtKlljoRI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HfSy8DquEug/s320/101_4601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZpNBLiknI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ajkPI16eeeA/s1600-h/101_4581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343073680297726578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZpNBLiknI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ajkPI16eeeA/s320/101_4581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AAAaaaaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZqYeadESI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qaePKPNKpyg/s1600-h/101_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343074976635097378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZqYeadESI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qaePKPNKpyg/s320/101_4585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bounce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZqX-2ThpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/18RP0omkf48/s1600-h/101_4583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343074968161978002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZqX-2ThpI/AAAAAAAAAU8/18RP0omkf48/s320/101_4583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZn5fMDoWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mwYaoiNmN74/s1600-h/101_4574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343072245243945314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZn5fMDoWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mwYaoiNmN74/s320/101_4574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ut oh, here they come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZpMTFXKkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/c3b0xpRtZig/s1600-h/101_4575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343073667923782210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZpMTFXKkI/AAAAAAAAAUU/c3b0xpRtZig/s320/101_4575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotcha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZn4_Mb9dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SRRJXFmbtAU/s1600-h/101_4572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343072236655605202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZn4_Mb9dI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SRRJXFmbtAU/s320/101_4572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where'd they go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZt2qsft-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/AMmO7oOXCB4/s1600-h/101_4602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078793862952930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZt2qsft-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/AMmO7oOXCB4/s320/101_4602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a blast "thanks Karen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-7595002809139775479?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7595002809139775479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/mother-natures-narcolepsy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7595002809139775479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7595002809139775479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/mother-natures-narcolepsy.html' title='Mother Nature&apos;s Narcolepsy'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiZtKAMh9lI/AAAAAAAAAWc/dT7k5rPH9Mk/s72-c/101_4599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-537732690372987391</id><published>2009-06-02T07:03:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:19:55.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too far, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; I got a late start this morning. Didn't even hit the shower until 5:30. My first daycare family walked in this morning and the mom said to me "wow, you always have groceries on the table in the morning. You must do your shopping late at night?!" Of course, I am thinking to myself (and now out loud in this forum) 'exactly when else would I have time to do it'. My actual response was: "I actually think I shop in my sleep at times". I think I must shop while hungry and while sleeping - I can't believe I haven't had a car accident (falling asleep at the wheel is dangerous you know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiU3fAJEomI/AAAAAAAAATM/P-qKcz954Ug/s1600-h/101_4349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342737538698486370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiU3fAJEomI/AAAAAAAAATM/P-qKcz954Ug/s320/101_4349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julie, the store clerk that throws things&lt;br /&gt;at me.  She is a riot and is the reason I&lt;br /&gt;go to central Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiU3e0TZv3I/AAAAAAAAATE/ayl0OcBmE5w/s1600-h/101_4350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342737535520587634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiU3e0TZv3I/AAAAAAAAATE/ayl0OcBmE5w/s320/101_4350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ut oh, she's going to get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342740255953890946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiU59KtProI/AAAAAAAAATk/TwQlqsZiRhA/s320/101_4570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;See...groceries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342740251405541378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiU585w1YAI/AAAAAAAAATc/-bE-KmZafLM/s320/101_4571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think I remember picking 'em up last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Last night was a beautiful night to go out anyway. Warm (70's), no wind, moderately clear skies...BEAutiful. I took 4 kids down to my mom's in Pelican Rapids right after dinner. We got there at about 7:30 p.m., made our delivery and then dragged mom out to the park with us. What a blast especially since mom babysat Winston, my dachshound brat, for us while we played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUlS0EG0eI/AAAAAAAAASs/718u4_mxctU/s1600-h/101_4557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342717538088702434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUlS0EG0eI/AAAAAAAAASs/718u4_mxctU/s320/101_4557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 little monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUiI7zG4vI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iqrrvM8Pb-s/s1600-h/101_4564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342714069831312114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUiI7zG4vI/AAAAAAAAAR0/iqrrvM8Pb-s/s320/101_4564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgzCk_6GI/AAAAAAAAARk/bbYJaPV2HiI/s1600-h/101_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342712594182432866" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgzCk_6GI/AAAAAAAAARk/bbYJaPV2HiI/s320/101_4566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whoa, there fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUiJsehV4I/AAAAAAAAASM/Pu7abcmZkNM/s1600-h/101_4561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342714082898302850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUiJsehV4I/AAAAAAAAASM/Pu7abcmZkNM/s320/101_4561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUlSk3YL3I/AAAAAAAAASk/TAkNhkLTUQ4/s1600-h/101_4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342717534008782706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUlSk3YL3I/AAAAAAAAASk/TAkNhkLTUQ4/s320/101_4558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUlSQKn7HI/AAAAAAAAASc/9l8waF3iSBk/s1600-h/101_4559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342717528452361330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUlSQKn7HI/AAAAAAAAASc/9l8waF3iSBk/s320/101_4559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUiJdgWc8I/AAAAAAAAASE/H5_79bKe8Ds/s1600-h/101_4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342714078879445954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUiJdgWc8I/AAAAAAAAASE/H5_79bKe8Ds/s320/101_4562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and, "I can do it too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgywYULuI/AAAAAAAAARc/iXRAXo6v1u0/s1600-h/101_4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342712589297397474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgywYULuI/AAAAAAAAARc/iXRAXo6v1u0/s320/101_4567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go ahead, push me around, hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;We hung out there for half and hour or so then decided we had to head back. Look what I found on the drive home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgybOCSkI/AAAAAAAAARM/wmY2HSMgNss/s1600-h/101_4569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342712583617137218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgybOCSkI/AAAAAAAAARM/wmY2HSMgNss/s320/101_4569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgykMgnjI/AAAAAAAAARU/JT74qCP7Hes/s1600-h/101_4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342712586026655282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiUgykMgnjI/AAAAAAAAARU/JT74qCP7Hes/s320/101_4568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;need I say more?&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-537732690372987391?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/537732690372987391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/537732690372987391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/537732690372987391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/look-back.html' title='A Look Back'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiU3fAJEomI/AAAAAAAAATM/P-qKcz954Ug/s72-c/101_4349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-1374401722675516903</id><published>2009-06-01T07:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:19:29.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Radar</title><content type='html'>On occasion it's nice to be off the radar screen. However today I woke up to the news story of an Air France airplane from Rio deJenaro going off the radar and out of voice contact as well. I am unable to fathom the set of emotions the families of the passengers and crew are experiencing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/americas/06/01/air.france.brazil/"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/americas/06/01/air.france.brazil/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very rare occasion to have this type of occurrence in air travel. A person is much more likely to turned up missing during everyday life. What do parents do when their child runs away or is abducted? What does a child think when a parent just doesn't come back from the grocery store? What goes through a persons mind when their friend commits suicide? Why do these things happen? What did I do to deserve this? What could I have done to change things? Did I miss some signs? What if....? How could they do this to me? It's all my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this story progresses we may hear of a crash or a miracle landing or, best case scenario, the plane lands at it's destination no worse for ware. In the case of a crash it is important for the rest of us to realize that the odds of crashing your personal vehicle are much greater than that of a commercial air plane. PlaneCrashInfo.com reports the odds of dying in an airliner crash are &lt;a href="http://www.planecrashinfo.com/cause.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;0.089 per 100,000 flight hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The odds of your dying in a 1 hour flight are less than 1 in 1,000,000.  &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/631793/aviation_safety_what_are_the_odds.html?cat=16"&gt;http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/631793/aviation_safety_what_are_the_odds.html?cat=16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and prayers go out for the families, friends, passengers, and crew that are involved in this Air France flight.  Also for those that are dealing with the loss for what ever reason of a friend or relative.  Remember the good times, honor their life with your memories.  God bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-1374401722675516903?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/1374401722675516903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-radar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/1374401722675516903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/1374401722675516903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/06/off-radar.html' title='Off the Radar'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-4871924051255216369</id><published>2009-05-31T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:37:34.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR NOT!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many of us consider Sunday to be a day of rest.  This one was no different for me and I thought I had done a rather nice job of it.  However, most people that have heard what I did today argue the case with me.  I slept in until 8 a.m. which in and of itself is an amazing feat for me.  I sat around and drank coffee for a good while in my jammies.  Then comes the caviat - I went to "work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last week when I went to the flea market and told you about Cheryl Lynn's boutique?  Well, she called me Thursday to see if I was serious about working with her if she ever ran into an emergency.  DUH...If I said it I meant it.  It seems as though her regularly scheduled employee would be out for today which gave me an opportunity to fill in for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in this morning at 10 a.m. and was outta there by 2:45 p.m.  The boss (Cheryl Lynn) was wonderful to work with.  There were no real expectations of me (bonus).  This was something totally different from my "everyday" life.  The customers were bright and cheery (unlike children's squeals and tantrums).  And to top it all off, I get more clothes from Cheryl Lynn's Boutique.  It's like I got paid for playing - WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel rested and I think that is what counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM9Jjmww3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KqQjhhu_xwI/s1600-h/101_4405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM9Jjmww3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KqQjhhu_xwI/s320/101_4405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180817377477490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Cheryl Lynn's is located&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM87kxAbhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/c8-UQBextAk/s1600-h/101_4401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM87kxAbhI/AAAAAAAAAQs/c8-UQBextAk/s320/101_4401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180577170714130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheryl Lynn talking with a customer&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for being so patient,&lt;br /&gt; your wife should be out soon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM87YoGXwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rEzxYa-21KA/s1600-h/101_4399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM87YoGXwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/rEzxYa-21KA/s320/101_4399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180573912129282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM88Co6eOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/h7BaMP3L7Z8/s1600-h/101_4402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM88Co6eOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/h7BaMP3L7Z8/s320/101_4402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180585189832930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"what do you mean you can't find her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM87BRY2PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mS4XYBuJdYo/s1600-h/101_4398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM87BRY2PI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mS4XYBuJdYo/s320/101_4398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180567642855666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cash is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-4871924051255216369?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4871924051255216369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-of-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4871924051255216369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4871924051255216369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-of-rest.html' title='A Day of Rest'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM9Jjmww3I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KqQjhhu_xwI/s72-c/101_4405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-4660409962352021675</id><published>2009-05-30T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:50:58.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>APPARENTLY I AM LATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I never knew that I had a deadline for doing my posting on this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I am finding that people have definite expectations.  So, here I am at 9something p.m. (almost typed p.j. - can you tell what I'm thinking?) making an attempt to satisfy not only the wishes of others, but also keep my daily posting going (we will see how long that lasts, huh).  I was challenged to try for 30 days to post daily by Carbunkle Trumpet.  Ya know, sometimes I love a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am totally exhausted.  Rather than 6 kids I only had 4 overnight and today.  Normally that would be a good thing, however, one was up most of the night with an asthmatic cough which means that I was up most of the night with a kid with an asthmatic cough.  Gosh, can't they take care of them selves at 15 months yet????  hehe  What a cutie he is though and in the best of temperaments through it all.  He is well worth the loss of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week I mentioned that I was excited for this weekend to get here because of the street faire here in town.  The kids and I made our way up there and truly enjoyed ourselves looking at all the stuff.  Stuff, stuff and more stuff.  Wow was there a lot of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I am a window shopper.  I look and leave.  No purchase necessary to look, right?  However I felt compelled to purchase a CD from a musician that was performing on the sidewalk.  His name was Paul Imholt.    My reasoning is as follows:  1) He immediately addressed the kids; 2)  He engaged them in playing some instruments - tambourine, sticks, bells and a shaker- and taught them a song about rutabagas and squash (yes, that is what the song was about); 3) He allowed them to ask questions about all the different instruments he had with him - banjo, acoustic guitar, viola, mandolin, etc. ; 4) He gently guided my little mischievious one back to me when the viola became too enticing.; 5) His music was enjoyable and relaxing.  P.S.  Good CD!  The Psalms is the title of the one I chose to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we made a lap around the exhibitors we took a few minutes to grab a smoothie for each of the kids and sit and listen to some music from the entertainment stage.  I have no clue who was playing, but they played a kind of celtic music - very nice if you were to ask me.  The kids enjoyed it also and began to dance around and play to the crowd.  Definite hams, they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the short break concluded it was back to the exhibits as we had yet to find the kiddie section.  Not to worry - it was planned that way so we headed directly in that direction now.  With each step the excitement grew.  Face paint, beading, kiddie rides, balloons, toys - absolute nirvana just ask them.  It was the best.  "Pay your money... step right up...tickets please...choose your car sir/madam...all aboard".  Big bright smiles...flaming red hair streaming in the breeze...steering wheels spinning with complete abandon...FUN at it's BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exit the train straight to the face paint.  Unicorn, butterfly and a rocket - can you guess which one was the boy.  and if you are counting - I didn't let the baby partake in this one (yes, I know I am mean, hehe).  Now we choose a balloon on a stick and head for the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time at the street faire has come to a close.  Parents will be picking up soon AND  my mom was coming up to visit for a few minutes.  Gotta get home when Mama says, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics at some point, but for now at still 9 somethingish p.m.  it's time for bonzo to go to bed.  Nite all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-4660409962352021675?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/4660409962352021675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/apparently-i-am-late.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4660409962352021675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/4660409962352021675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/apparently-i-am-late.html' title='APPARENTLY I AM LATE'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-6513667789054673287</id><published>2009-05-29T06:16:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:36:24.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Shirts Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Everybody loves a parade!&lt;/span&gt;  We are no different.  As soon as I read that there would be a community parade celebrating one of our local companies achievements, I knew we would have to be there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #1  Telling the kids in advance about the plan&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #2 Scheduling an appointment with a program provider one hour prior to parade start&lt;br /&gt;Mistake #3 Not bringing enough bags for candy collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay off ---- Priceless!  The kids loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been watching our high school band practice for about a week prior to this parade (not knowing why they were marching around the neighborhood).  The kids were thrilled to see them in the parade.  By the way - great job DLHS Band and kudos to director, Heather Trowbridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the parade entrants threw out candies for the kids along the parade route.  My group ended up making out like bandits.  Ever try to catch a kid that's hyped up on sugar.  Thankfully it was almost time for them to go home for their parents to deal with.  I am sure they will thank me later, hehe.  I will just tell them to:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; Thank Lake Shirts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_OIBdR4BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Zso7eO1147o/s1600-h/101_4489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341214320310214674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_OIBdR4BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Zso7eO1147o/s320/101_4489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My beautiful crew&lt;br /&gt;(big red stroller and dog included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_FTs0BVzI/AAAAAAAAALc/3oSEqrMNvFY/s1600-h/101_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341204625322235698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_FTs0BVzI/AAAAAAAAALc/3oSEqrMNvFY/s320/101_4490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Detroit Lakes High School Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_FUE2gX4I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ii2T2PWe8_0/s1600-h/101_4491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341204631775108994" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_FUE2gX4I/AAAAAAAAALk/Ii2T2PWe8_0/s320/101_4491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_FVNPUVVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3oJYbW4Ljo0/s1600-h/101_4494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341204651206530386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_FVNPUVVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3oJYbW4Ljo0/s320/101_4494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This  vehicle in honor of Patricia Warren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_K_mkmIiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/f0W3RKhe5qg/s1600-h/101_4516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210877119308322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_K_mkmIiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/f0W3RKhe5qg/s320/101_4516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zorbas/Lake Shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JlGi8cxI/AAAAAAAAANU/GkhAoOdLkiI/s1600-h/101_4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341209322334221074" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JlGi8cxI/AAAAAAAAANU/GkhAoOdLkiI/s320/101_4510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes - inventory is what it's about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JlY-VOAI/AAAAAAAAANc/s5UzY1J9V8g/s1600-h/101_4511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341209327280928770" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JlY-VOAI/AAAAAAAAANc/s5UzY1J9V8g/s320/101_4511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_Jlz900kI/AAAAAAAAANk/atUYCXRnNqc/s1600-h/101_4512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341209334526562882" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_Jlz900kI/AAAAAAAAANk/atUYCXRnNqc/s320/101_4512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress shirts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JmNkFLMI/AAAAAAAAANs/HJKUEXH5Hp8/s1600-h/101_4513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341209341397904578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JmNkFLMI/AAAAAAAAANs/HJKUEXH5Hp8/s320/101_4513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great Dane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_K_aKdeNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iAnm18ADuHM/s1600-h/101_4515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210873788463314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_K_aKdeNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/iAnm18ADuHM/s320/101_4515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out at the lake -Tanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JmR6YbgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5gvocr2TiYc/s1600-h/101_4514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341209342565182978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_JmR6YbgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/5gvocr2TiYc/s320/101_4514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wildlife shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MLpLYQPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/J0E43JCsZmE/s1600-h/101_4518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341212183488905458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MLpLYQPI/AAAAAAAAAO8/J0E43JCsZmE/s320/101_4518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Animal print shirts&lt;br /&gt;(for humans, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MLfofVTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HadGJwkkMME/s1600-h/101_4519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341212180926649650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MLfofVTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HadGJwkkMME/s320/101_4519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hunting for Pink flamingos&lt;br /&gt;cleaning house??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_K_wN4juI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iTVyxvp2p8w/s1600-h/101_4517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341210879708401378" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_K_wN4juI/AAAAAAAAAOM/iTVyxvp2p8w/s320/101_4517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novel T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_GM0208VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kx-R8tHHH8k/s1600-h/101_4497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341205606734033234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_GM0208VI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kx-R8tHHH8k/s320/101_4497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sports shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MLJuCAuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4WLcWNipbDQ/s1600-h/101_4520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341212175044313826" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MLJuCAuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4WLcWNipbDQ/s320/101_4520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Button down shirts for the rider in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HdkiHLDI/AAAAAAAAANM/MXeCBdvX1xA/s1600-h/101_4503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341206993921584178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HdkiHLDI/AAAAAAAAANM/MXeCBdvX1xA/s320/101_4503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rockin' shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HdUFHHZI/AAAAAAAAANE/K3oJHdQRqLU/s1600-h/101_4502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341206989504978322" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HdUFHHZI/AAAAAAAAANE/K3oJHdQRqLU/s320/101_4502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'round here ya never know if it's&lt;br /&gt;summer or winter- shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HdL4tDrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PlO7Onsddbo/s1600-h/101_4501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341206987305455282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HdL4tDrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PlO7Onsddbo/s320/101_4501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The crazy things we do - shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HcoW1piI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KNotu0cg3RA/s1600-h/101_4500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341206977768171042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_HcoW1piI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KNotu0cg3RA/s320/101_4500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The candy scramble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MKq9JPzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/slOfXviTjhA/s1600-h/101_4521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341212166786203442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 182px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_MKq9JPzI/AAAAAAAAAOk/slOfXviTjhA/s320/101_4521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Detroit Lakes finest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-6513667789054673287?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6513667789054673287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/lake-shirts-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6513667789054673287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6513667789054673287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/lake-shirts-parade.html' title='Lake Shirts Parade'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh_OIBdR4BI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Zso7eO1147o/s72-c/101_4489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-8701642088157866727</id><published>2009-05-28T06:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:25:56.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Shaken</title><content type='html'>Paradise was shaken this morning by an earthquake centering from Honduras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/Quakes/us2009heak.html#details" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://earthquake.usgs.gov/eqcenter/recenteqsww/Quakes/us2009heak.html#details&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earthquake DetailsMagnitude 7.1 Date-Time Thursday, May 28, 2009 at 08:24:45 UTCThursday, May 28, 2009 at 03:24:45 AM at epicenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prh.noaa.gov/ptwc/messages/caribe/2009/caribe.2009.05.28.083355.txt"&gt;http://www.prh.noaa.gov/ptwc/messages/caribe/2009/caribe.2009.05.28.083355.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOAA says there may be a Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of this region are a hardy, amazing, colorful, steadfast, and strong-willed. I know what ever comes their way they will pull through. Forgive me if I seem to be a bit shook up right now, but my heart and prayers go out for this Eden on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some of the beautiful pictures of La Isla Bonita from our past visits at a later time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-8701642088157866727?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8701642088157866727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/bit-shaken.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8701642088157866727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8701642088157866727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/bit-shaken.html' title='A Bit Shaken'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-3964740833610393217</id><published>2009-05-27T06:38:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:41:03.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-way Through the Week</title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday - Should I look forward to the weekend or back to last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I've always been a multi-tasker so, how about both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was such a blast. I went to Buffalo River State Park, fishing from the boat, out to eat at Beachfront Bar and Grill, shopping at the flea market - where I went to my fav store, Cheryl Lynns, saw a parade, watched the middle school band play "get on down the road", went through the Avenue of Flags at the Oak Grove Cemetary (beautiful tribute to the fallen soldiers), went to the Memorial Day service at the city park, took my son to Fargo to meet his girl (I went shopping all by myself), and even got my house straightened up. Phew, I'm tired...Goodnite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops. I'm supposed to look forward too. This weekend I think I have 6 kids - lucky for me there are lots of going's on here in town. There is a street faire being held this Saturday and Sunday. Lots of local artisans, musicians, and general vendors display their wares up and down the main streets of Detroit Lakes. I always find it hard to believe there are so many different types of shops set up and removed in such a short time. Looks like a tent village, but what a wonderful village for the shopper in me. &lt;a href="http://www.dlstreetfaire.com/"&gt;http://www.dlstreetfaire.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think the kids will enjoy walking from the house to the street faire. It's always nice to enjoy some fresh air, get some exercise and see all the people look and stare (1 adult and how many kids?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once at the street faire they will have many things to ask me to buy for them. It goes something like this: 'Terrie, please, please buy this for me. My mommy won't ever by me things, but you're nice, pretty please? I really need it. Why don't you ever buy me anything?' then approximately 30 seconds later an other object will be held up with the same chorus being sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to take them why???? Because they will experience different people, cultures, music, and there's kiddie rides. They will get to have street vendor foods such as karmel korn, OOfda Taco's, Italian Ice....MMMM now I'm hungry---Be Right Back.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., now back to the street faire with the kids. As for the kiddie rides - they generally have a train, which is a bunch of small cars pulled by a tractor; a couple of bouncy blow up thingys; and the horse and carriage rides (my personal favorite - yes, I am a kid too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents will be here to pick up the kids before I even realise that my time has passed. They will wonder what the heck happened to their wonderful angels as they are now all hyped up on cotton candy, soft drinks and sensory stimulation from the fare. But what a blast we will have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it Saturday yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-3964740833610393217?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/3964740833610393217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-way-through-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/3964740833610393217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/3964740833610393217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/mid-way-through-week.html' title='Mid-way Through the Week'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-8859159525430047835</id><published>2009-05-26T07:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:54:29.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to regularly scheduled program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;UMMMM, I mean work week -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Here we are again, back to another work week - shortened for me because I closed the daycare for Memorial Day. My husband served in the Navy, my father served in the Air Force, friends that have served in various capacities in the services and to top that off I also have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;former&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; daycare and foster care kids that are currently serving in the National Guard Reserves. If that doesn't make me feel old, nothing will! They all deserve my respect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Well, I opened my eyes at 5 A.M. today to find that it is still raining. That means 12 kids in the house today. FUN, huh. Can you say play dough, craft time, story time, don't eat the marker, haha you do look good in purple face paint. We will have a blast no matter what happens. I will try to snap a few pics as the day goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340461080519383714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0hDskoGqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BhexZRXQEE4/s320/101_4470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ring around the rosie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0iw35BldI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tQr-QCuwICc/s1600-h/101_4473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340462956163470802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0iw35BldI/AAAAAAAAAJU/tQr-QCuwICc/s320/101_4473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashes, ashes.  All fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0iyHSw1PI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Adp9jFRfFeY/s1600-h/101_4476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340462977477825778" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0iyHSw1PI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Adp9jFRfFeY/s320/101_4476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0ixh67GUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NQlJ-wL-rGo/s1600-h/101_4475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340462967445723458" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0ixh67GUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/NQlJ-wL-rGo/s320/101_4475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, we know how to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jqqzTq3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w_dHzFCcSHw/s1600-h/101_4478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340463949082241906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jqqzTq3I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w_dHzFCcSHw/s320/101_4478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watch out 8 ball is next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0kFXfn7TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LjklAaFXdKE/s1600-h/101_4483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340464407755877682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0kFXfn7TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LjklAaFXdKE/s320/101_4483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red paint plus Blue paint equals.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jq-64FpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-SfbO77Ugdk/s1600-h/101_4479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340463954482697874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jq-64FpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/-SfbO77Ugdk/s320/101_4479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....Purple gloves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jrDKslYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YrZIY6SMNYQ/s1600-h/101_4480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340463955622794626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jrDKslYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YrZIY6SMNYQ/s320/101_4480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jr_eaHDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9NrS0VRINl4/s1600-h/101_4482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340463971811597362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0jr_eaHDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/9NrS0VRINl4/s320/101_4482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-8859159525430047835?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/8859159525430047835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-regularly-scheduled-program.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8859159525430047835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/8859159525430047835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-regularly-scheduled-program.html' title='Back to regularly scheduled program'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Sh0hDskoGqI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BhexZRXQEE4/s72-c/101_4470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-2038798836038025270</id><published>2009-05-25T13:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:26:13.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin by Thanking a Veteran</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MEMORIAL DAY - THE OFFICIAL START OF SUMMER&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN BY THANKING A VETERAN AND REMEMBER THOSE WHO HAVE GIVEN THEIR VERY LIVES FOR OUR FREEDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShrlIUaw2WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qUH6uJKqmRM/s1600-h/101_4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339832239283820898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShrlIUaw2WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qUH6uJKqmRM/s320/101_4408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;OAK GROVE CEMETARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShrjjE8EopI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mubU5OtSNis/s1600-h/101_4409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830499961774738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShrjjE8EopI/AAAAAAAAAG0/mubU5OtSNis/s320/101_4409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;AVENUE OF FLAGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shrjjc8dbHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/77DV8hNeNOM/s1600-h/101_4411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339830506405850226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shrjjc8dbHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/77DV8hNeNOM/s320/101_4411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;PAYING RESPECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;There was a beautiful parade and ceremony to acknowledge the service, valor and sacrifice of our veterans and currently serving military personnel. I was there and took photos. More to come later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvravxlMWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UbQBgDQCNuc/s1600-h/101_4435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340120627911405922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvravxlMWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UbQBgDQCNuc/s320/101_4435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Old Glory and the Color Guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvra7V6RVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BFP5YomQnfo/s1600-h/101_4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340120631016572242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvra7V6RVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BFP5YomQnfo/s320/101_4437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Color Guard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvrbJAFDmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6tEM1QH98z0/s1600-h/101_4439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340120634683100770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvrbJAFDmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6tEM1QH98z0/s320/101_4439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tribute to a fallen hero, Troy Linden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvrbRPlUNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZqmvPfZgvEk/s1600-h/101_4441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340120636895613138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvrbRPlUNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ZqmvPfZgvEk/s320/101_4441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul Dierkheising and the&lt;br /&gt;Detroit Lakes Middle School Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvrb_tIPYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ckiLDX6tsa0/s1600-h/101_4442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340120649367567746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvrb_tIPYI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ckiLDX6tsa0/s320/101_4442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brass - brass is good (there's Max)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvshbIUmNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O2CEvVEHdMA/s1600-h/101_4445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340121842140354770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvshbIUmNI/AAAAAAAAAH0/O2CEvVEHdMA/s320/101_4445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful Percherons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvshvyR7BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7yUS4HkxjjA/s1600-h/101_4446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340121847685049362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvshvyR7BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/7yUS4HkxjjA/s320/101_4446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crowd gathering for the ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvsh9s5oFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LglS4coaUaE/s1600-h/101_4452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340121851420581970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvsh9s5oFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LglS4coaUaE/s320/101_4452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DLMS band students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;They played our National Anthem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Great job everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvsibj0ygI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DgfYSQo_SUI/s1600-h/101_4456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340121859435579906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvsibj0ygI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DgfYSQo_SUI/s320/101_4456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Key note speaker, Dennise Milton, U.S.A.R., &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;past 9th District American Legion commander, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;and chaplain for the Minnesota Chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvsipU5ASI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZXnF3xhAbcQ/s1600-h/101_4462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340121863131037986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShvsipU5ASI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZXnF3xhAbcQ/s320/101_4462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dorothy Satrom and the Middle School Choir&lt;br /&gt;"America the Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvs4Ho_n1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TM6Dtz18lQY/s1600-h/101_4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122232045674322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvs4Ho_n1I/AAAAAAAAAIc/TM6Dtz18lQY/s320/101_4465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;Donald Thorp, American Legion Commander&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvs4Qk1-BI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iNewpVtzP7Y/s1600-h/101_4467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122234444183570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shvs4Qk1-BI/AAAAAAAAAIk/iNewpVtzP7Y/s320/101_4467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Symbolic wreaths on the symbolic grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;1. Disabled American Vetrans  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;2. Vetrans of Foreign Wars       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;3. American Legion Auxiliaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son needs to go meet up with his friend (of course, I am his chauffeur).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-2038798836038025270?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2038798836038025270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/begin-by-thanking-veteran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2038798836038025270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2038798836038025270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/begin-by-thanking-veteran.html' title='Begin by Thanking a Veteran'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShrlIUaw2WI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qUH6uJKqmRM/s72-c/101_4408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-2800482254906771753</id><published>2009-05-24T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:24:30.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Sundays</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a busy, fun-filled day.   I always want to make a break from the regular work week on Saturdays.  There are almost always an extra 4-8 kids here overnight on Friday and here for the day on Saturday.  They are awesome kids and like me they wanna have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only 4 kids at the house yesterday I decided to pack up a picnic lunch and head out to Buffalo River State Park (http://www.dnr.state.mn.us/state_parks/buffalo_river/index.html).  I had the wonderful opportunity to see 4 kids open their eyes in absolute wonder.  What a beautiful area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shn_EUiUKHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Q5oOzUfLeWs/s1600-h/101_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shn_EUiUKHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Q5oOzUfLeWs/s320/101_4379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339579282921629810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shn_Euv1IXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yufW5hTSByo/s1600-h/101_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shn_Euv1IXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yufW5hTSByo/s320/101_4364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339579289957638514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoED36UajI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sjs85I4eb_k/s1600-h/101_4361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoED36UajI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Sjs85I4eb_k/s320/101_4361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339584772795820594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The grass is taller than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoEDQyc1iI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QXV6sVk3PiY/s1600-h/101_4354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoEDQyc1iI/AAAAAAAAAFc/QXV6sVk3PiY/s320/101_4354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339584762293835298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridge over the river (water is still high)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoCZw7wwcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kW5BgUib5zc/s1600-h/101_4371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoCZw7wwcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/kW5BgUib5zc/s320/101_4371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339582949856690626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shn_8DFuQUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/c7FeQTzQVzc/s1600-h/101_4365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shn_8DFuQUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/c7FeQTzQVzc/s320/101_4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339580240310976834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ran into some friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoBq7EJLxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n3kRQ7Pqk3g/s1600-h/101_4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShoBq7EJLxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n3kRQ7Pqk3g/s320/101_4370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339582145122348818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get that blonde outta here red heads only please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, the kids and I got back to the house at 4:30 P.M.  Their parents picked them up shortly there after.  What a blast we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.k., now it's time to shift gears, change hats, become "professional"... It's time for graduation.  No not mine...The Detroit Lakes High School class of 2009 has officially achieved the status of graduate!  As a school board member I had the absolute privilege of being on the stage during their walk.  How lucky am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7R9W49vI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dwu6uazKwl4/s1600-h/101_4396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7R9W49vI/AAAAAAAAAQU/dwu6uazKwl4/s320/101_4396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342178762705925874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DLHS 2009 Graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6C3rFk3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/pPvsLWmNHQA/s1600-h/101_4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6C3rFk3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/pPvsLWmNHQA/s320/101_4385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177403970360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the ceremony - getting ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6CfWPrDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/itAGIVQffoM/s1600-h/101_4386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6CfWPrDI/AAAAAAAAAPk/itAGIVQffoM/s320/101_4386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177397440490546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uhu, I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7RV-YT_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/n04awgMAoIA/s1600-h/101_4387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7RV-YT_I/AAAAAAAAAQM/n04awgMAoIA/s320/101_4387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342178752134139890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the school board getting their directions&lt;br /&gt;for the ceremony from Doug Froke, supt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7Q6oLTiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qvrnzEBDF_M/s1600-h/101_4390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7Q6oLTiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/qvrnzEBDF_M/s320/101_4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342178744793255458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Staff lining up.  Trust me there's alot&lt;br /&gt;more staff than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7QgQpEnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Lxhw6P3huaQ/s1600-h/101_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM7QgQpEnI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Lxhw6P3huaQ/s320/101_4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342178737715221106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they look awesome 210 graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6CINBJpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4a2t2HSNFY0/s1600-h/101_4394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6CINBJpI/AAAAAAAAAPc/4a2t2HSNFY0/s320/101_4394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177391227774610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6Bm5BK2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/aWljKtlgBjM/s1600-h/101_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/SiM6Bm5BK2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/aWljKtlgBjM/s320/101_4397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177382285519714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Lakers!&lt;br /&gt;http://dlschools.net/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, I need Sundays.  I need time to recuperate.  I'm going to the flea market and making my husband take me out on the boat.  I thank God for Sunday.&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/3489350524826878244-2800482254906771753?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/2800482254906771753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-god-for-sundays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2800482254906771753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/2800482254906771753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-god-for-sundays.html' title='Thank God for Sundays'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shn_EUiUKHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Q5oOzUfLeWs/s72-c/101_4379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-132003906711480398</id><published>2009-05-23T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:06:25.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE BOOKS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;NINETEEN DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's left before we leave for San Pedro, Belize.   With each passing day I seem to be getting even more excited.  Pretty soon someone will have to peel me off the ceiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am currently stuck on this subject is because of my mail carrier.  His name is Fingleson (I think I've got it right).  Anyway, he walks up to the house carrying 2 post boxes and a couple of envelopes and says "hey, looks like you've got goodies here".  When I  see exactly what he is handing to me I can't seem to contain my joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woo Hoo, I can't wait to go to Belize, San Pedro here I come".  I couldn't help it, the words just fell out of my mouth like blocks being toppled by a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The look on Fingleson's face immediately expressed his querry - 'what the heck are you talking about'.  "Oh, when are you going to Belize?" and "have you ever been before?" were the actual words that were uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a bit of blush entering my face, my response was swift and thorough.  "I will be there from June 12th  until the 22nd.  Sorry, you just handed me an order that I was asked to bring down to the San Pedro Town Library.  Yes, I have been down there before and have learned that it is a great place with great people and there are so many great ways to be a part of paradise.  I will be bringing down some books for the teen population and a few other items for the library.  What a way to feel connected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Here's how I got "connected" to paradise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate enough to go to Belize with my husband and his band a couple of years ago.  During that trip I was able to meet a number of community oriented people including Taco Girl, Taco Boy, a number of resort owners and so on.  I have spent numerous hours on the  Ambergris Caye Message Board (http://ambergriscaye.com/forum/ubbthreads.php/forum_summary.html) Ambergris Caye Message Board talking with other visitors, regulars, ex-patriots, and nationals.  I have met some unbelievable people on this board, a few nuts, but what a great virtual community that board is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw a post by Pam Killen on the board asking if someone might be able to bring down some books for the library.  I have never been to the SP library, but, hey, I am going down there.  I can bring some books.  Books are great.  If you can read you can do anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet Pam and Vanessa at the library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo Excited!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 &lt;br /&gt;It'll get here...just have to have patience.   ARGH...Can I borrow yours????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-132003906711480398?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/132003906711480398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/132003906711480398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/132003906711480398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-books.html' title='I LOVE BOOKS'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-6077500807832640147</id><published>2009-05-22T06:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:02:40.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are so darned...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Think about the word cute.  Let pictures pop into your mind.  Cuddly kittens, snuggly bunnies, miniture horses, baby chicks, and of course your child (&lt;em&gt;when they were young, moldable, agreeable, well-fed, well-rested, smiley, and well you get the picture&lt;/em&gt;).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to put a picture of my kids here from when they were "cute".  You know by now that this will happen_____ when I get around to it, haha.  I think it's quite obvious I have figured out how to post pictures, now it's just "doing it".  Yeah, ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now think about 12 runny nosed, 1-5 year old stinkers, that belong to other people, running through your house each day.  I know what you're thinking - "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;how can I get that many cuties to come to my house?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not sadistic or any thing like that.  I just think kids, for the most part, are &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;!  I have been doing child care for 13+ years and loving most of the minutes of it.  (notice I did not say I was loving "EVERY" minute of it - &lt;em&gt;again, I am not sadistic here&lt;/em&gt;).  You just never know what they will do, what they will say, what wonders they will discover or what they ate and is now in their - well you get the picture, phewuuwe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few cases in point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father to son while video taping child's 3rd birthday:  "Hey Max, say happy birthday to me"&lt;br /&gt;Son to father, directly into the viedo camera: "happy birthday daddy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 month old walking down the steps, holding the rail, side stepping all the way; feet get tangled, minor stumble then the unthinkable utterance from this cutie's mouth "damn it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I not a person, I Angew" (My interpretation of how he says his name - Andrew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She just called me Kaylynn.  Some people call me that ya know."&lt;br /&gt;reply:  "well what do others call you?"&lt;br /&gt;What ever they want, but I answer to Kaylynn or KK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, I picked you some flowers."&lt;br /&gt;reply:  "Thanks, they are beautiful, I love dandilions".&lt;br /&gt;"But aren't dandilions weeds, that's what my parents told me"&lt;br /&gt;reply:  "yes, but they are beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;"well, that explains why you have so many in your yard - you like them"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are worms good to eat?"&lt;br /&gt;reply:  "alright, who's eating worms?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pink is for girls and blue is for boys.  So, I can't drink out of that cup, it's only for boys."&lt;br /&gt;reply: "then why are you wearing a blue shirt"&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I think my mom forgets I am a girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he hit me" - "did not" - "did too" - "did not" - "did too" - "yeah, well you pushed me" - "Yeah, well you took my toy away" - "but you weren't playing with it" - "but I was going to, and I was playing with it before you" - "no you weren't" - "yes I was" - "no you weren't" - "yes I was, earlier, before we ate" - "but you weren't playing with it now" - "that's because you took it" - "but no one was playing with it when I took it" - "but I was going to - so give it back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(did you know this conversation/arguement could go on for ever and nearly does)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The sun is too bright, can you turn it down?"  (obviously he had light dimmers in his home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"what time is it?" -  "is it time to go yet?"  then of course when I am ready to this is what happens:  "wait, I'm not ready"  - "I need to do just one more thing" etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baby had such a great laugh, hahahahaha little belly giggle and her legs are constantly on the go, totally excited - I nick-named her minihaha from kikapoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's favorite:  "fire *uck"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have a great group of kids!  Pictures to come later.  Once you see them I am sure you'll say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;kids are so darned CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here's some of the kiddo's pics, some are current some are past all of them are DARNED CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shdh9Zskn7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/4rS7Vx36nd4/s1600-h/DSCN0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shdh9Zskn7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/4rS7Vx36nd4/s320/DSCN0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338843590768762802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is she crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdiRR0vskI/AAAAAAAAADA/Kcqrdhla5NY/s1600-h/DSCN0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdiRR0vskI/AAAAAAAAADA/Kcqrdhla5NY/s320/DSCN0136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338843932252942914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, that's why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdjZUpdfSI/AAAAAAAAADg/BOGDdVzcwGs/s1600-h/DSCN0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdjZUpdfSI/AAAAAAAAADg/BOGDdVzcwGs/s320/DSCN0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338845169961499938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's smiling; what's he up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shdl0gcRzjI/AAAAAAAAADw/xYB37tMkNyU/s1600-h/DSCN0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shdl0gcRzjI/AAAAAAAAADw/xYB37tMkNyU/s320/DSCN0154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338847836007157298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdjYx_pS9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/AhEuxs1Y-Qw/s1600-h/DSCN0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdjYx_pS9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/AhEuxs1Y-Qw/s320/DSCN0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338845160659307474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Purple is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdmclqNQII/AAAAAAAAAD4/O4lsulXtuAA/s1600-h/DSCN0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShdmclqNQII/AAAAAAAAAD4/O4lsulXtuAA/s320/DSCN0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338848524602523778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caught ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-6077500807832640147?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/6077500807832640147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-are-so-darned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6077500807832640147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/6077500807832640147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids-are-so-darned.html' title='Kids are so darned...'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/Shdh9Zskn7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/4rS7Vx36nd4/s72-c/DSCN0135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-9032442380143892948</id><published>2009-05-21T05:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:48:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;San Pedro here I come!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do realise I still have nearly a month til I get to escape from reality for a while, but I have already begun the countdown to the day I arrive on that beautiful sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the back story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3 years ago, Kerry, my hubby, went to Belize to do a travel video (Yea &lt;strong&gt;Magnum Belize&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.magnumbelize.com/"&gt;http://www.magnumbelize.com/&lt;/a&gt; He went all over the country, including Ambergris Caye which is where you will find San Pedro. While he was there he met people, sat in with a band (Kerry plays a mean guitar), then said it'd be great to bring the band down. Apparently the right people were listening because the following April &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fat Cats &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Kerry's Band) &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/thefatcats1990"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thefatcats1990&lt;/a&gt; was asked to come down and play for the inaugural San Pedro Lobsterfest &lt;a href="http://www.sanpedrolobsterfest.com/"&gt;http://www.sanpedrolobsterfest.com/&lt;/a&gt; Pretty cool, huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Of course the band jumped at the opportunity. Everyone got their passports in order. Then comes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the confrontation...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; intend to go to Belize. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; a groopie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one to shirk my responsibilities (I have a business to run). I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; going! My passport photo even proves it - I didn't want to go. My wonderful husband dragged me kicking and screaming through almost 2 months of anxiety attacks, crying jags, and full out tempertantrums all the way to San Pedro, Belize. And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I SURVIVED! I LOVED IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I DO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;WANT TO LEAVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now back to today:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fat Cats&lt;/em&gt; will be playing for Lobsterfest again this year. I have 22 days to go before my toes will touch the ground they so wish to be on. And I am:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALREADY PACKED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;READY TO GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCITED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pictures to come later, I hope. Possibly even more of the story - ya just never know with ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWoxBTPA9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ujLHaBmBTJk/s1600-h/100_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWoxBTPA9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ujLHaBmBTJk/s320/100_4184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338358493433758674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Front Street, San Pedro, BZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWpjLBeKII/AAAAAAAAACQ/UwzY2kknVrM/s1600-h/100_3762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWpjLBeKII/AAAAAAAAACQ/UwzY2kknVrM/s320/100_3762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338359355037067394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were treated to a local dance group&lt;br /&gt;strutting their stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWygv0xzQI/AAAAAAAAACo/_zA2bXI4MfQ/s1600-h/100_3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWygv0xzQI/AAAAAAAAACo/_zA2bXI4MfQ/s320/100_3766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338369208980983042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't they all look great?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWzGD0p9RI/AAAAAAAAACw/VaqnbgAaN8s/s1600-h/100_3848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWzGD0p9RI/AAAAAAAAACw/VaqnbgAaN8s/s320/100_3848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338369850004337938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Laurie, a.k.a. Taco Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3489350524826878244-9032442380143892948?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/9032442380143892948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-has-begun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/9032442380143892948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/9032442380143892948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-has-begun.html' title='THE COUNTDOWN HAS BEGUN'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShWoxBTPA9I/AAAAAAAAACI/ujLHaBmBTJk/s72-c/100_4184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-7514713712463304876</id><published>2009-05-19T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T13:31:48.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, why blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;To blog or not to blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have even noticed in my comment section a fellow blogger that congratulated me on my inaugural post. The comment very plainly states a very good reason for blogging and I quote: "Welcome to the world of wasted time but as I told a friend of mine that blogging is cheaper than therapy and booze!" And thank you, CBT, for your encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I truly don't know why anyone would care to read about my daily goings, but I can truly say...I have fun being me. Follow along and see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter, wife, mother, friend, child care provider, foster parent, school board member, Mary Kay consultant and just plain ME! It's great to be ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful husband that has been with me for an amazing 16 years. Together we have 1 child (14) and I have a bonus child who is now a woman with a degree. (I am way too young for that) She graduated last weekend with her degree in Instrumental Music Education, WOW! My mom, well, she helped me become who I am - and by the way, I like being ME! Then there are the friends and colleagues - what a group - awesome! I am surrounded by fantastic people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come later, I think, if I can figure it all out..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I figured it out.  Let's see if this works:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRFCWs8tII/AAAAAAAAABg/ehQfcy2zeqg/s1600-h/100_3811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRFCWs8tII/AAAAAAAAABg/ehQfcy2zeqg/s320/100_3811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337967365097043074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Wonderful Husband, Kerry&lt;br /&gt;(the one in print)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRITkC8qYI/AAAAAAAAABw/dziku2gXZY4/s1600-h/DSCN0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRITkC8qYI/AAAAAAAAABw/dziku2gXZY4/s320/DSCN0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337970959271635330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 14 year old, Max&lt;br /&gt;(attached to cell phone as always)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRHWqpPAfI/AAAAAAAAABo/lCMS_kntRxg/s1600-h/DSCN0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRHWqpPAfI/AAAAAAAAABo/lCMS_kntRxg/s320/DSCN0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337969913070813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newly degreed bonus daughter, Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;(look at that bling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRMDZsFXBI/AAAAAAAAACA/kGLHt69QEUk/s1600-h/100_3755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRMDZsFXBI/AAAAAAAAACA/kGLHt69QEUk/s320/100_3755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337975079659985938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is ME.  Real name Terrie&lt;br /&gt;(I really don't do photos much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3489350524826878244-7514713712463304876?l=dlbutterfly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/feeds/7514713712463304876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-why-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7514713712463304876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3489350524826878244/posts/default/7514713712463304876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dlbutterfly.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-why-blog.html' title='So, why blog?'/><author><name>dlbutterfly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18326918097625705026</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShMfajP-DqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XH3WrnPb9Oc/S220/100_3755.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KkSmcWACsDk/ShRFCWs8tII/AAAAAAAAABg/ehQfcy2zeqg/s72-c/100_3811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489350524826878244.post-5643609081095923444</id><published>2009-05-19T06:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:08:02.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here I am'/><title type='text'>Here Goes Nothing</title><content type='html'>O.k. So I talked with Tacogirl yesterday about Blog Fiesta she is hosting in San Pedro, Belize during Lobsterfest. I asked but a simple question, "what do you think about a non-blogger taking part in the Blog Fiesta? The reply, "Most definitly.If you are considering blogging I would be happy to help walk you through starting up and the best way to go about it. Do you use gmail chat or msn messenger? That would help to discuss it if you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say...                   &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;HERE I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am nervous, excited and a bit overwhelmed to say the least.  But, I have to say, we'll get through it (the taco's and me).  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