<?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-7240549260515208416</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:53:26.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain Skeen (hey it's me Judy)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-5930250844367189895</id><published>2009-08-15T05:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:15:18.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Daniel, Rachel, Alex, Lauryn, her friend Zach and I took a trip to see some of the family. My mom met us in Caldwell, Idaho the night before. We rented two rooms, thinking people would actually sleep...should have rented the pool as that is where most of the night was spent.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning we woke up to rain.....a little disapointed but nonetheless undaunted, we met up with uncle Steve and family in Boise, then caravanned to Cascade.&lt;br /&gt;After unpacking and staking out our bedrooms in the large house Kristen found, we drove to Gold Fork Hot Springs. Uncle Paul and some of his family were staying at his place in McCall, which was close by---so they met us there. Five pools ranging from cool to 'too hot baby' lots of laughter and a little mischief provided by the Skeens.&lt;br /&gt;Friday it was still raining, (I loved it). However, Uncle Steve managed to round up several willing participants to brave the chill and take a ride in the boat. I'm not sure, but I think Steve took the boat out at least four times that day.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, yes it was still raining, but we heard a rumor it was going to clear. Again, Steve had several willing participants to brave the chill. While they were out skiing I decided I couldn't leave the lake without a quick dip in the lake.My quick jaunt turned into an hour of swimming. The water wasn't too cold after getting used to it and the sun made an appearance about halfway through.&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Skeen made a fabulous zuchinni/sausage dish, Teri made a killer beef brisket, Kristen and Kevin brought their wii to entertain and the cute babies kept us all vying for their attention.&lt;br /&gt;Sincere thanks to Steve and Teri for inviting us on memorable vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SoagBgdG8mI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3CdUda93elg/s1600-h/cascade+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SoagBgdG8mI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3CdUda93elg/s400/cascade+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370155553438233186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SoagBKO_HyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/j4ax2oygHOI/s1600-h/cascade+24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SoagBKO_HyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/j4ax2oygHOI/s400/cascade+24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370155547473420066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SoagAiWh_bI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IFeXSfZ_45s/s1600-h/cascade+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SoafhTuSG-I/AAAAAAAAAUs/cLrHPek7y14/s400/cascade+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370155000264793058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-5930250844367189895?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5930250844367189895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=5930250844367189895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5930250844367189895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5930250844367189895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SoagBgdG8mI/AAAAAAAAAVs/3CdUda93elg/s72-c/cascade+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-3934968772560392548</id><published>2009-06-21T19:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:37:49.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh A Hiking We Will Go . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj_dgpZoA0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/iUJmDuBFt70/s1600-h/hike+3h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj_dgpZoA0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/iUJmDuBFt70/s400/hike+3h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238435278324546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj_dW6CDskI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9tpefeXeDPk/s1600-h/hike+3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj_dW6CDskI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9tpefeXeDPk/s400/hike+3b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238267944186434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj_dQQd4anI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xVkHDppMypg/s1600-h/hike+3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj_dQQd4anI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xVkHDppMypg/s400/hike+3a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350238153707383410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj7kuV2YptI/AAAAAAAAAUM/d4GNobbD32Y/s1600-h/2nd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj7kuV2YptI/AAAAAAAAAUM/d4GNobbD32Y/s400/2nd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349964892153095890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of us tree-hugging, granola women decided to create our own little trekker club. We leave at about 6:00 am on Saturday and go hiking. We've completed four hikes thus far. I never knew Utah had such beautiful, pristine forests. We've encountered mud, swift-running rivers and some rain---which I think makes it more stunning.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I were in better shape...this last hike was a tiny bit easier...but I've got a long ways to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-3934968772560392548?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/3934968772560392548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=3934968772560392548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/3934968772560392548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/3934968772560392548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-hiking-we-will-go.html' title='Oh A Hiking We Will Go . . . .'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj_dgpZoA0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/iUJmDuBFt70/s72-c/hike+3h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-4800467573650705963</id><published>2009-06-20T20:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:02:22.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH LO---we knew you could!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj2YqiroOzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XpketfFN5lc/s1600-h/Lo+grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj2YqiroOzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XpketfFN5lc/s400/Lo+grad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349599789017742130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she lovely&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she wonderfull&lt;br /&gt;Isnt she precious&lt;br /&gt;Still less than ninteen years-old&lt;br /&gt;I never thought through love there would be&lt;br /&gt;A daughter as lovely as she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she pretty&lt;br /&gt;Truly the angels best&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, Im so happy&lt;br /&gt;That I was heaven blessed&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe what God has done&lt;br /&gt;Through mortals He gave life to one&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she lovely, Lauryn Susannah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-4800467573650705963?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4800467573650705963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=4800467573650705963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4800467573650705963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4800467573650705963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/06/yeah-lo-we-knew-you-could.html' title='YEAH LO---we knew you could!'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sj2YqiroOzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/XpketfFN5lc/s72-c/Lo+grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-1671801631865150171</id><published>2009-05-10T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:47:00.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY GRADUATION TO MY U OF U STUDENT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgdZUw2u3jI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UKEhazfDa_Q/s1600-h/grad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgdZUw2u3jI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UKEhazfDa_Q/s400/grad2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334330496890363442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-1671801631865150171?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1671801631865150171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=1671801631865150171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/1671801631865150171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/1671801631865150171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-graduation-to-my-u-of-u-student.html' title='HAPPY GRADUATION TO MY U OF U STUDENT!'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgdZUw2u3jI/AAAAAAAAAT8/UKEhazfDa_Q/s72-c/grad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-7169057652394201411</id><published>2009-05-08T22:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:32:57.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My oldest grandaughter, Cait turned eight on April 20th, and was baptized, by her dad, last Saturday. We drove to Hyde Park to attend. Cait was adorable and I can't believe how fast she is growing up. She is such a sweet, kind, helpful young lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had a nice lunch at Erin and Ryan's house and enjoyed a nice visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgUNZ3Zs_pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IlMPOLRYedo/s1600-h/lo+rach+er.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333684071709867666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgUNZ3Zs_pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IlMPOLRYedo/s400/lo+rach+er.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lo, Rach, Erin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgUNGhXu2YI/AAAAAAAAATs/JbClbMg7rno/s1600-h/cait+and+alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333683739378506114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgUNGhXu2YI/AAAAAAAAATs/JbClbMg7rno/s400/cait+and+alex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cait and Alex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-7169057652394201411?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/7169057652394201411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=7169057652394201411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/7169057652394201411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/7169057652394201411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/05/cait-turned-eight-on-april-20th-and-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SgUNZ3Zs_pI/AAAAAAAAAT0/IlMPOLRYedo/s72-c/lo+rach+er.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-1662552112723984573</id><published>2009-05-04T18:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:44:43.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A WICKED NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost a year went by and I almost forgot I'd bought a ticket. I only went because my friend Angela thinks I'm not a lot of fun and wants me to live a little. So, blah, blah, blah . . . . . got ready and went hoping I'd have an inconspicious seat where I could get some shut-eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;BOY!!!! Did I ever stay awake! I even rummaged through my purse, retrieved my contacts, and successfully placed them in my eyes (without a mirror), so I could see the production clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-I9L7-9KI/AAAAAAAAATM/IKyadl7ks9M/s1600-h/Wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332131068587734178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-I9L7-9KI/AAAAAAAAATM/IKyadl7ks9M/s400/Wicked.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332131372154659970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-JO2z-pII/AAAAAAAAATc/gpQfYdcHIKc/s400/dd-wicked09_ph2_0499749951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-J3keKB2I/AAAAAAAAATk/cbK08yxF2VY/s1600-h/broadway7_gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 350px; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132071605929826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-J3keKB2I/AAAAAAAAATk/cbK08yxF2VY/s400/broadway7_gal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-JGbvZ4vI/AAAAAAAAATU/OGaVJr-ZM2M/s1600-h/wicked2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332131227448763122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-JGbvZ4vI/AAAAAAAAATU/OGaVJr-ZM2M/s400/wicked2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-1662552112723984573?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/1662552112723984573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=1662552112723984573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/1662552112723984573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/1662552112723984573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/05/wicked-night.html' title='A WICKED NIGHT'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/Sf-I9L7-9KI/AAAAAAAAATM/IKyadl7ks9M/s72-c/Wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-814031822791412435</id><published>2009-04-13T00:27:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T01:01:08.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>L'EGGacy of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLieiZLnuI/AAAAAAAAATE/lsR0AvGBI7Y/s1600-h/Spring+09+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324066723761725154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLieiZLnuI/AAAAAAAAATE/lsR0AvGBI7Y/s400/Spring+09+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of my kids, grandkids, relatives, spouses, significant others and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Just know, there's a lot of us and we're LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfnJ2nSbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LoRFDVEqUiY/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063573258226098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfnJ2nSbI/AAAAAAAAAS0/LoRFDVEqUiY/s320/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfdGTV_II/AAAAAAAAASs/lyEH_t3pOIM/s1600-h/baby+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 144px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063400506293378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfdGTV_II/AAAAAAAAASs/lyEH_t3pOIM/s320/baby+e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfc5RDCSI/AAAAAAAAASk/Nu_T4yzonPY/s1600-h/aidan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063397007001890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfc5RDCSI/AAAAAAAAASk/Nu_T4yzonPY/s320/aidan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfcytx2oI/AAAAAAAAASc/1cx1OtNFA7M/s1600-h/sean+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063395248462466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfcytx2oI/AAAAAAAAASc/1cx1OtNFA7M/s320/sean+one.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfcty_agI/AAAAAAAAASU/sf2pAwd5ffk/s1600-h/zandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324063393928145410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLfcty_agI/AAAAAAAAASU/sf2pAwd5ffk/s320/zandy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeeju4-1I/AAAAAAAAASM/5bBs-78_WRU/s1600-h/lauryn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324062326074702674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeeju4-1I/AAAAAAAAASM/5bBs-78_WRU/s320/lauryn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeek2FbwI/AAAAAAAAASE/eraeXky8cHA/s1600-h/sean+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeeWXSOeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/l8D4G5Vet9w/s1600-h/laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324062322486032866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeeWXSOeI/AAAAAAAAAR8/l8D4G5Vet9w/s320/laura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeebKbELI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ul9mKAYZWHg/s1600-h/nic+and+em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324062323774263474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeebKbELI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ul9mKAYZWHg/s320/nic+and+em.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeePAf7zI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q0DAuFXpVyY/s1600-h/emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324062320511414066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeePAf7zI/AAAAAAAAARs/Q0DAuFXpVyY/s320/emily.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeIojbDfI/AAAAAAAAARk/N6vbOTgjOZY/s1600-h/devin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324061949411659250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeIojbDfI/AAAAAAAAARk/N6vbOTgjOZY/s320/devin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeIsQoWAI/AAAAAAAAARc/Or7Z6n2EuFU/s1600-h/d+and+j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 204px; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324061950406580226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeIsQoWAI/AAAAAAAAARc/Or7Z6n2EuFU/s320/d+and+j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeISHLN9I/AAAAAAAAARM/foE7wk4FNpg/s1600-h/baby+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeIVe5caI/AAAAAAAAARU/bHe0KwTPfm4/s1600-h/cait+and+alex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324061944292405666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLeIVe5caI/AAAAAAAAARU/bHe0KwTPfm4/s320/cait+and+alex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLiDMNsthI/AAAAAAAAAS8/R7d2MbnAFEs/s1600-h/Easter+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, funny play on words. That's what my lesson for Young Women's was about today...so I gave them all a plastic egg filled with candy and a quote about the Legacy we have as members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I thought I was so clever and funny I just had to use it again to describe my wonderful family and friends. We had a fab Easter dinner, great conversation, lots of laughter and, although not everyone shares my religious beliefs, I felt the spirit of our Savior looking upon us with love.&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/7240549260515208416-814031822791412435?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/814031822791412435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=814031822791412435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/814031822791412435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/814031822791412435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/04/leggacy-of-my-life.html' title='L&apos;EGGacy of My Life'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SeLieiZLnuI/AAAAAAAAATE/lsR0AvGBI7Y/s72-c/Spring+09+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-284707629091488426</id><published>2009-02-22T01:08:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:54:30.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top Ten Ways To Avoid Catching Student's Germs, hence, wasting five days in bed!&lt;br /&gt;10. Keep a box of disposible rubber gloves and face masks in desk drawer.&lt;br /&gt; 9. Teach students the Safety Kid's song, "Stay outside of My Space"&lt;br /&gt; 8. Follow the previous song's admonitions or receive White Slip.&lt;br /&gt; 7. Begin practice of 'bumping hips' to replace a 'high five' or 'hello hug'&lt;br /&gt; 6. Keep a fresh stack of phone passes on center of desk already filled-out so when ill child approaches desk, I can point to preprinted note and minimize virus-infected-air-filled exposure.&lt;br /&gt; 5. Visit Home Depot for construction-worker's utility apron. Fill it with can of Lysol, disinfectant wipes, hand sanitizer and sticky notes to post on offender's foreheads that state: 'Signs Of An Ill Child!' &lt;br /&gt; 4. Offer Free Homework passes to those who miss school and bring back a note stating that they were ill and thought it best not to infect others.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Threaten an F-for-the-day to anyone caught wiping their nose on their sleeve.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Place tip jar on desk with sign stating, 'Donations for Flu vaccination welcomed'&lt;br /&gt; 1. Purchase a webcam system hooked up to each student's home so that I can remain bacteria-free whilst I spew forth colossal amounts of information, and allow their parents to gain-back their well deserved role as overlords.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-284707629091488426?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/284707629091488426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=284707629091488426' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/284707629091488426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/284707629091488426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/02/top-ten-ways-to-avoid-catching-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-5716173561806089900</id><published>2009-02-18T18:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:31:48.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be at my GT class, but I came home, to rest, because I started feeling sick about halfway through the day. Quite impressive, actually, since I haven't missed any days of work yet this year.&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I finally sit down at my desk and try to finish out the day from that vantage point, as my legs and head really ache, and I'm thinking to myself, "Man, I could just put my head down and be asleep in a couple of minutes."&lt;br /&gt;Then, I hurry home in order to lay down and I can't sleep because I'm worrying about all the stuff I should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wish my mommy were here to take care of me. She would bring me the 'hot water bottle', Lipton soup, and maybe a coloring book. Sometimes, growing up isn't all it's cracked up to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-5716173561806089900?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5716173561806089900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=5716173561806089900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5716173561806089900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5716173561806089900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-supposed-to-be-at-my-gt-class-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-6846642605958042527</id><published>2009-02-05T21:21:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T02:00:06.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick 'Tagged' Me</title><content type='html'>1. I am far too old to play tag.&lt;br /&gt;2. I HATE my jaw, I wish it could accidentally break so I could get it fixed.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a reoccurring dream that I'm flying and whenever I try to land I can't seem to keep my feet on the ground. (Interpretation . . . . . anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;4. I always wanted to be a professional singer and dancer. When I was four I sat next to our bathroom heater and pretended it was a beach bon fire and I was Annette Funicello.&lt;br /&gt;5. I looooovvvveeee the ocean and wish I lived within walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am fascinated by unusual words and try to find ways to use them.&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish I was 3 inches taller.&lt;br /&gt;8. I hate fish, deer meat and small game....probably because my dad would make me clean up the blood and guts after he gutted them.&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish I'd moved back to Bend ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm afraid that I will die alone.&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm big-time jealous of Rachel and Lauryn's beauty.&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm jealous of Nick's excellent writing skills and Devin's creative drawing skills.&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm jealous of Daniel's brains and Tyler's willingness to undertake adventure.&lt;br /&gt;14. I'm jealous of Lauryn's dancing skills and Rachel's tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;15. I want to run for public office and become the first honest politician.&lt;br /&gt;16. Sometimes I'm really baffled by student's behavior---then I meet their parents and remember that the fruit doesn't fall too far from the tree.&lt;br /&gt;17. I want to rid the world of mosquitos, flies, and lawn mushrooms.&lt;br /&gt;18. I HATE the way our public school system is run.&lt;br /&gt;19. I want to swim the English Channel or some channel that's not too cold.&lt;br /&gt;20. I want someone to fall head-over-hills madly in love with me (I know who he is, but I'm too chicken to do anything about it.)&lt;br /&gt;21. I want my body to be in the same shape as it was 20 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;22. I want to travel to Scotland and England.&lt;br /&gt;23. I want to travel to a third-world country and help set up a school.&lt;br /&gt;24. I'd like to open an orphanage/school/farm/selfsufficiency home where children could be loved and learn how to become whole.&lt;br /&gt;25. I am anxious to meet the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what? Am I supposed to say, 'tag you're it' to someone? If so, then Rachel, you're it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-6846642605958042527?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6846642605958042527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=6846642605958042527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6846642605958042527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6846642605958042527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/02/nick-tagged-me.html' title='Nick &apos;Tagged&apos; Me'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-9065601189189627791</id><published>2009-01-20T18:52:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:32:52.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to delve deep inside myself for something profound to put in writing, but, I guess I'm really not a deep thinker.&lt;br /&gt;6:00 am this morning I turned the news on to listen and was somewhat intrigued by the masses of people crowded together on the 'Washington Mall'. Slightly amused at the extreme excitement of spectators. Slightly bewildered when one particular spectator exclaimed, "I don't need to worry about having enough money for a house payment anymore!" Jealous, when my son in Maryland stated he had work off today because of road closures in D.C. and then somewhat confused and apprehensive when the press began comparing Obama with President Lincoln.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my fifth-graders are studying the Revolutionary War and the Constitution. My testimony of our founding fathers is strong, I have no doubt their penned writings were inspired. &lt;br /&gt;Since I'm feeling a little insecure . . . I feel that following the prophet's counsel to pray for our leader(s) is wise advise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NOTE!!! My brother Steve's son . . . Andrew and his wife Rachel had a little girl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXfLl2gS2eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nN0SUFs5K60/s1600-h/little+andrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXfLl2gS2eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nN0SUFs5K60/s400/little+andrew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293923738143873506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXfLlRQxonI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uKCd_TY8sB4/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXfLlRQxonI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uKCd_TY8sB4/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293923728146670194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-9065601189189627791?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9065601189189627791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=9065601189189627791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/9065601189189627791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/9065601189189627791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-trying-to-delve-deep-inside-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXfLl2gS2eI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nN0SUFs5K60/s72-c/little+andrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-2439085874607042894</id><published>2009-01-18T00:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:57:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXLg0MMmFFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WDEhSET-Csk/s1600-h/lauryn+08+and+christmas+concert+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXLg0MMmFFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WDEhSET-Csk/s400/lauryn+08+and+christmas+concert+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292539699345626194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXLgbf-Ib1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/0UYz98nnnc0/s1600-h/lauryn+08+and+christmas+concert+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXLgbf-Ib1I/AAAAAAAAAP8/0UYz98nnnc0/s400/lauryn+08+and+christmas+concert+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292539275156942674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures of Lauryn, my youngest, performing for a drill team competition. She is adorable! She is a busy girl with dancing, working, and school. I am so proud of her for working so hard at the things she loves and values. And...I LOVE to watch her perform!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-2439085874607042894?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2439085874607042894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=2439085874607042894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/2439085874607042894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/2439085874607042894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-picture-of-lauryn-my-youngest.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SXLg0MMmFFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WDEhSET-Csk/s72-c/lauryn+08+and+christmas+concert+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-456620647028745519</id><published>2008-12-23T20:57:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:35:50.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, my friend Angela and I were invited to our mutual friend, Dawna's, for a Christmas luncheon. After all the food and small talk we got down to the real reason we had met.....the gift exchange. Dawna anxiously gave Angela and me our gifts and told us we had to open them at the same time. Imagine our delight and surprise when our eyes beheld a gift that was both attractive and multifunctional. Now, I know what you all are thinking, "How can I too, enjoy a striking, versatile pair of those padded cuties?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVG5PTvp9HI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iMUKSXPcW44/s1600-h/slipper.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVG5PTvp9HI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iMUKSXPcW44/s400/slipper.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283207510531634290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Simple. You'll need a package of extra long, extra thick maxipads, several of your favorite motifs, and glue. Hope you receive as much pleasure from yours as I am from mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVG5iR6eYUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nRTGD8W9_Fo/s1600-h/slippers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVG5iR6eYUI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nRTGD8W9_Fo/s400/slippers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283207836457656642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-456620647028745519?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/456620647028745519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=456620647028745519' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/456620647028745519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/456620647028745519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-my-friend-angela-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVG5PTvp9HI/AAAAAAAAAPk/iMUKSXPcW44/s72-c/slipper.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-8331147983343770960</id><published>2008-12-22T23:54:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:18:28.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVCLQo4EIxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WaTw7RD0OPM/s1600-h/IMG_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282875480872330002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVCLQo4EIxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WaTw7RD0OPM/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I wish every day could be Christmas. Except for the cold weather . . . . . I love the music, lights, people, food, colors and reverence for goodness that the season brings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-8331147983343770960?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8331147983343770960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=8331147983343770960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8331147983343770960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8331147983343770960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-every-day-could-be-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SVCLQo4EIxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/WaTw7RD0OPM/s72-c/IMG_0106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-6961609895256257401</id><published>2008-11-21T18:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:11:05.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SSdb4R3DALI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oMBAwfmR_tU/s1600-h/jellow+turkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271282911285543090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SSdb4R3DALI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oMBAwfmR_tU/s400/jellow+turkey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! I finally figured out how to alter my background layout. Yeh, yeh, I know nearly all other bloggers figured it out long ago . . . . . . . but, nonetheless, I'm proud of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, dear vegie Rachie, here's a very special Thanksgiving Jello turkey just for you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-6961609895256257401?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6961609895256257401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=6961609895256257401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6961609895256257401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6961609895256257401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/11/ha.html' title='HA!'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SSdb4R3DALI/AAAAAAAAAOs/oMBAwfmR_tU/s72-c/jellow+turkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-6663214102278536407</id><published>2008-10-18T20:49:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:03:04.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SPqn3YEa4AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bMNbPMrYH5M/s1600-h/Into-the-Woods-into-the-woods-2608986-73-120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258700084704108546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SPqn3YEa4AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bMNbPMrYH5M/s400/Into-the-Woods-into-the-woods-2608986-73-120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Rachel bought tickets for last night's play for Lauryn, Alex, herself and me. Lauryn couldn't get off work so we took Brett instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;For those who've not experienced the show....it was wonderful. It began as a montage of amusing fairy tale adventures entertwining, and then ended without the expected 'happily ever afters'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;It was hard to observe families, lives and expectations dissolve because of choices made. My favorite, albeit, teary part was a song with words that stated, "People make mistakes. Fathers, mothers holding to their own, thinking they're alone. Witches can be right, giants can be good. You decide what's right, you decide what's good. You decide, but you're not alone, noone is alone".&lt;/span&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/7240549260515208416-6663214102278536407?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6663214102278536407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=6663214102278536407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6663214102278536407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6663214102278536407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/10/into-woods.html' title='Into the Woods'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SPqn3YEa4AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bMNbPMrYH5M/s72-c/Into-the-Woods-into-the-woods-2608986-73-120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-5162045040090229634</id><published>2008-09-19T18:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:03:54.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED A NEW NAME?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SNRPRTlQSxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rkJSm-OTHiA/s1600-h/sarah+palin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247906624526371602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SNRPRTlQSxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rkJSm-OTHiA/s200/sarah+palin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So, I decided to find out what my name would have been if I'd been 'lucky' enough to have been born to Sarah Palin. Come to find out everyone would be calling me Mounty Bat. It's got kind of a small-town, scrubbrush, minty fresh sound to it, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I've decided that her names are much more inventive and befitting of my children than their bland, worn-out origonal names.&lt;br /&gt;Ready-or-not here they are: Erin - Wesson Scalper; Ryan, (Erin's husband) Muzzel Mammoth; Daniel - Chin Trout; Emily, (Daniel's wife) Jeep Pike; Rachel - Pump Bust; Tyler - Pie Gallon; Nicholas - Cheney Wolfhound; Devin - Hose Hotrod; and Lauryn - Shove Maggot.&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that these new names could be a mouthful to speak....it should behove any valued acquaintances to have them memorized by the next time you contact me----so get crack'n!&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know what I should be calling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://politsk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah_13.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;http://politsk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah_13.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-5162045040090229634?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5162045040090229634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=5162045040090229634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5162045040090229634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5162045040090229634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/09/need-new-name.html' title='NEED A NEW NAME?'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SNRPRTlQSxI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rkJSm-OTHiA/s72-c/sarah+palin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-4581470511622061771</id><published>2008-09-08T18:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:59:32.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumor has it......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SMXHtyijnbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7u9JKQHTMn4/s1600-h/mad+teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243816930617564594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SMXHtyijnbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7u9JKQHTMn4/s200/mad+teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I was innocently preparing for class ,this morning, as I can never seem to get it all done in the 1 1/2  hours they pay us to complete weekly preparation on Friday afternoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A woman walked into my classroom and began, "I've heard that you are a mean teacher."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Thankfully, after speaking to her for several minutes I understood that she meant it as a compliment. However, it annoys me that many youngsters associate structure, high expectations and compliance in the classroom as characteristics of a 'mean teacher'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It further aggravates me that many children report their interpretation to their parents, and without further investigation parents are persuaded to believe similarly and the rumor spreads like the common cold.&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/7240549260515208416-4581470511622061771?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4581470511622061771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=4581470511622061771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4581470511622061771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4581470511622061771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/09/rumor-has-it.html' title='Rumor has it......'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SMXHtyijnbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/7u9JKQHTMn4/s72-c/mad+teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-9162471978389972162</id><published>2008-08-30T15:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:28:08.601-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Three-Day Weekend...Yeh!!!!!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Let's see.......how long have I been back to school? Uh.....oh yeh, one week. Pretty pathetic, but there is just something about being back on the 7-6 work schedule that makes an extra day off seem heavenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;My class seems somewhat better behaved at the beginning of this year than last year's kids. It took about six months to get my last-year's class to where they knew what was expected. I remember well, being frustrated and wanting to quit, even if it was to work at the dreaded Wal-Mart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Funny, though, when I saw them last week I was overjoyed and felt sad that they'd moved on to sixth-grade----I missed them! Weird, yes, but that must be a characteristic that goes with tho&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SLnPYWpFK4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/WVikRsi_Gi8/s1600-h/squirt+bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240447658723978114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SLnPYWpFK4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/WVikRsi_Gi8/s200/squirt+bottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se who teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;On a similar but different note: Our rooms are HOT!!! Even with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;three fans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt; going and windows open they average about 88 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;degrees. How come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;the district office and prisons get air conditioning, but the teacher of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;future generations is equipped only with a FREE district-provided 'squirt bottle'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-9162471978389972162?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/9162471978389972162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=9162471978389972162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/9162471978389972162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/9162471978389972162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/three-day-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SLnPYWpFK4I/AAAAAAAAAOE/WVikRsi_Gi8/s72-c/squirt+bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-2851345108890338938</id><published>2008-08-13T21:47:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:44:29.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhhh......my garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKOuFY_LgCI/AAAAAAAAANM/2jV_zYNt1Eg/s1600-h/IMG_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234218599564673058" style="WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="138" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKOuFY_LgCI/AAAAAAAAANM/2jV_zYNt1Eg/s200/IMG_0061.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKOuFAuwPjI/AAAAAAAAANE/183_TT7KPlw/s1600-h/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234218593053326898" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKOuFAuwPjI/AAAAAAAAANE/183_TT7KPlw/s200/IMG_0062.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKOuWSQguaI/AAAAAAAAANU/2K2Mvbd3HiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234218889816095138" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="137" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKOuWSQguaI/AAAAAAAAANU/2K2Mvbd3HiQ/s200/IMG_0033.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I love gardens! All types!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Both my grandparents were farmers so perhaps it's in my genes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Summers were the best! I spent time helping my grandpa set cyphons in the ditch. He made it look simple, I ended up sucking on the tube to try to get some suction going and got a mouthful of muddy water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Grandma sent me out to pull weeds and pick ripe peas, I brought her lots of pods minus the peas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;My brother Steve was the tree-climbing monkey, but when he wasn't available I got sent up to pick the apricots, I liked being in the tree--I didn't like going out on a limb to retrieve the fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Canning was hot, tedious work...however, I loved listening to my grandmother tell stories as we peeled peaches and pairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;My grandarents had an enormous lawn. They watered it by irrigation. It was remarkable that we were able to create countless ways to make full use of grass that was covered in 6 inches of water. I loved it as much as being at the ocean or pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Sometimes my uncles, David and Lowell, would stuff me into an old wooden barrel and roll me around the lawn until I was on the verge of throwing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Grandpa tried to teach me how to milk the cows--he made it appear easy. Try as I might I never got the hang of it. Instead grandma gave me the job of carrying a gallon of fresh milk to the neighbor in exchange for a dozen eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;My all time favorite memory is setting the table with all the fresh produce from the garden. It was difficult to exercise self control during the prayer as the food's aroma made me dizzy in anticipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;My efforts pale in comparison to my progenitors, however, each time I dig up a weed, pick a cucumber or slice up a tomato I am reminded of my youth and the love, admiration and respect I felt for them. I'd like to think that ocassionally they catch a glimpse of me, and my efforts make them smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7240549260515208416-2851345108890338938?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2851345108890338938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=2851345108890338938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/2851345108890338938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/2851345108890338938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-pieces-of-paradise.html' title='Ahhhhhh......my garden'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKOuFY_LgCI/AAAAAAAAANM/2jV_zYNt1Eg/s72-c/IMG_0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-8489347176918665250</id><published>2008-08-11T05:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:16:08.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqop9MMRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XeGJsn2xrNs/s1600-h/IMG_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233229644950155538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqop9MMRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XeGJsn2xrNs/s200/IMG_0042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; August 9th, 4:15 pm. There is a knock, or should a say a ring at my door. I ignore it as it's my birthday and I'm trying to take a nap. Approximately 4:32 pm, there it is again...the annoying doorbell. I rouse myself ready with a sarcastic remark and a door-slamming for any bothersome salesman who dares to provoke me from my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqo-k64kI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4MxoQtKxbI0/s1600-h/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233229650485502530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqo-k64kI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4MxoQtKxbI0/s200/IMG_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alas, disbelief when my eyes drink in the sight of Tyler who I haven't seen in almost three years. What a present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqpIaQ8wI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OJRntwNfsoA/s1600-h/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233229653125165826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqpIaQ8wI/AAAAAAAAAMc/OJRntwNfsoA/s200/IMG_0053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyler's significant other Faith, we think she's adorable! Keeps Tyler in check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqploRXNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Bl8LSk6UkXo/s1600-h/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233229660968541394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqploRXNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Bl8LSk6UkXo/s200/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the picture I am going to superimpose into my outdoor, fall, family picture that is missing Tyler. Notice the foilage behind them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&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/7240549260515208416-8489347176918665250?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8489347176918665250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=8489347176918665250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8489347176918665250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8489347176918665250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/august-9th-415-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SKAqop9MMRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/XeGJsn2xrNs/s72-c/IMG_0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-6727122789253160383</id><published>2008-08-08T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:41:10.734-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My good friend Angela and I took a friend to lunch yesterday. I have spent the last 24 hours trying to sort out my thoughts and feelings about our mutual friend and her difficult situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;She had to have the lower half of her calf amputated, it was that or possibly lose her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;What I have learned in the last couple of days from spending time with her is: How difficult and unfair life can be; how much easier life's difficulties become when faith and trust is placed in the Savior; how immensely incomprehendable is the power from a priesthood blessing; how good it feels to forget about self and serve someone else; how valuable a 'sense of humor' can be in every troubling situation; how much we truly need each other, especially treasured friends and how thankful I am to be part of my religious organization that teaches us to develope and rely on the previously mentioned qualities.&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/7240549260515208416-6727122789253160383?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/6727122789253160383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=6727122789253160383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6727122789253160383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/6727122789253160383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-good-friend-angela-and-i-took-friend.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-4684475912360107896</id><published>2008-08-04T23:25:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:01:48.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OREGON</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Family ties are the most important bond in the world. I can't think of a more wonderful place to be on a vacation than with those I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf3rvAB6VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Tz5EbQJhl60/s1600-h/Oregon+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230921822937147730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf3rvAB6VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Tz5EbQJhl60/s200/Oregon+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cute kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf3sEN3j3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Bk5Xb1ZQxO0/s1600-h/Oregon+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230921828632334194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf3sEN3j3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Bk5Xb1ZQxO0/s200/Oregon+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf_bfWC9sI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vBffuIZSbAE/s1600-h/Oregon+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230930339949639362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf_bfWC9sI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vBffuIZSbAE/s200/Oregon+110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf2nApvPoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5j0CwBvAQ4Y/s1600-h/Oregon+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230920642264514178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf2nApvPoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/5j0CwBvAQ4Y/s200/Oregon+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#003300;"&gt;Uncle Steve showing us his 'So You Think You Can Dance' moves. What a great brother!!!! He drove his boat all the way from Washington just to have the water pump break while a bunch of them were out in the middle of the lake. Several passengers attempted to swim the boat to shore while uncle Steve paddled with a water ski.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf2MxNR9oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sbVnsliVjBo/s1600-h/Oregon+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230920191442024066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf2MxNR9oI/AAAAAAAAAJc/sbVnsliVjBo/s200/Oregon+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We LOVE uncle Paul!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They welcomed approximately 50 family members. They are gracious, kind, and sometimes a little bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf1n2QtgUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JlHkwzSNblc/s1600-h/Oregon+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230919557143429442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf1n2QtgUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/JlHkwzSNblc/s200/Oregon+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf1oAejUOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LuZ0pjDu0_I/s1600-h/Oregon+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230919559885836514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf1oAejUOI/AAAAAAAAAJM/LuZ0pjDu0_I/s200/Oregon+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf0szU3j5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/UWifxw7UZsE/s1600-h/Oregon+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230918542743277458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf0szU3j5I/AAAAAAAAAIc/UWifxw7UZsE/s200/Oregon+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf8vhfrbCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vApwruAXcpY/s1600-h/Oregon+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230927385589410850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf8vhfrbCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vApwruAXcpY/s200/Oregon+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf9oheZhbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oQlvvXeVGbQ/s1600-h/Oregon+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230928364836586930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf9oheZhbI/AAAAAAAAAKE/oQlvvXeVGbQ/s200/Oregon+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf9o6VPT1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JBUZI18lilo/s1600-h/Oregon+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230928371509055314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf9o6VPT1I/AAAAAAAAAKM/JBUZI18lilo/s200/Oregon+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf9pWlHREI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MxR6kmyixTw/s1600-h/Oregon+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230928379091829826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="196" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf9pWlHREI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MxR6kmyixTw/s200/Oregon+101.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf-mj17S5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vb_BLUqSYoA/s1600-h/Oregon+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230929430624029586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf-mj17S5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/vb_BLUqSYoA/s200/Oregon+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf_a38U4WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bn4b5dtCV2w/s1600-h/Oregon+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230930329372778850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf_a38U4WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Bn4b5dtCV2w/s200/Oregon+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a 'dam' good time at Owyhee Reservoir!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfzD0SuBmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vbFh-mWyd9s/s1600-h/Oregon+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230916739116435042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfzD0SuBmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/vbFh-mWyd9s/s200/Oregon+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Logan gave everyone a ride on his tractor. The girls have discovered their hidden desire to become farmers, and both girls wonder . . . is it legal to marry second cousins? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfyXRWmlHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LrKXjgKseu4/s1600-h/Oregon+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230915973823239282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfyXRWmlHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LrKXjgKseu4/s200/Oregon+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfyXmEbA1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/NnqXnp8YhJY/s1600-h/Oregon+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230915979384128338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfyXmEbA1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/NnqXnp8YhJY/s200/Oregon+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfyYRP6aPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iiPN63pXEGo/s1600-h/Oregon+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230915990975047922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfyYRP6aPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iiPN63pXEGo/s200/Oregon+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake Park---feeding ducks, people chasing ducks or is it ducks chasing people? Lauryn was wary of them as she feared an Alfred Hitchcock 'Birds' type incident might take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfw3TkpqYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3L1WGtI2-a0/s1600-h/Oregon+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230914325151590786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfw3TkpqYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3L1WGtI2-a0/s200/Oregon+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfw33PLCqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0r1aPeNagrs/s1600-h/Oregon+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230914334725180066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfw33PLCqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0r1aPeNagrs/s200/Oregon+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgGp3R7SAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/edrYZ90-8n8/s1600-h/Oregon+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230938283474372610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgGp3R7SAI/AAAAAAAAAK0/edrYZ90-8n8/s200/Oregon+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgI2SLpEYI/AAAAAAAAALU/GCaKSimNsv4/s1600-h/Oregon+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230940695877456258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgI2SLpEYI/AAAAAAAAALU/GCaKSimNsv4/s200/Oregon+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawyer Park looking for souvenir rocks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfvhq9hRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XETrzBaFRwI/s1600-h/Oregon+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230912853961163922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfvhq9hRJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XETrzBaFRwI/s200/Oregon+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfvh0gniWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fpMaqXlsV_M/s1600-h/Oregon+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230912856524294498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfvh0gniWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/fpMaqXlsV_M/s200/Oregon+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Alex and Lauryn hiked a very dormant, cone volcano...Pilot Butte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfuphTkhrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wSyiueZ3dBY/s1600-h/Oregon+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230911889296623282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfuphTkhrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wSyiueZ3dBY/s200/Oregon+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfuqA5NARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aC4Lx9mNxQQ/s1600-h/Oregon+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230911897775964434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfuqA5NARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/aC4Lx9mNxQQ/s200/Oregon+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swahelly Falls located between Bend and Eugene. Alex cried because he wanted to stay and hike around the falls. It was gorgeous!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgJ2HuufoI/AAAAAAAAALk/XJwpK13ZsWg/s1600-h/IMG_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230941792583450242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgJ2HuufoI/AAAAAAAAALk/XJwpK13ZsWg/s200/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a famous watering hole called Stinkwater. My dad would always stop here on the way to Nyssa so we could get a nice drink of water. I stopped, drank water, and borrowed a couple of rocks. Good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgJVtNAllI/AAAAAAAAALc/BBWpbgIqGnw/s1600-h/Oregon+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230941235706893906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgJVtNAllI/AAAAAAAAALc/BBWpbgIqGnw/s200/Oregon+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mother of all slides located in Burns, Oregon. We stoppped and ate lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfsuwpefVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBlUdgww9Aw/s1600-h/Oregon+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230909780291124562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfsuwpefVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MBlUdgww9Aw/s200/Oregon+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robyn, Cindy, me, kids and grandkids at uncle Dave and aunt Robyn's Taco Time. They fed us lunch and we porked until we couldn't move! We all love Taco Time food...maybe we should film a testimonial commercial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfq8_XcRuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2FDO8EyIOgc/s1600-h/Oregon+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230907825736926946" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" height="177" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJfq8_XcRuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/2FDO8EyIOgc/s200/Oregon+020.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgHd4dmyxI/AAAAAAAAALM/9M8kGyEV6Lc/s1600-h/Oregon+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230939177144994578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgHd4dmyxI/AAAAAAAAALM/9M8kGyEV6Lc/s200/Oregon+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mother is in her 70's and can work circles around people half her age. Her yard is absolutely beautiful. She has built rock walls and planted many varieties of flowers and vegetables. Alex is sitting on some of the lava rock in mom's front yard: This is why houses in Bend don't have basements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-4684475912360107896?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4684475912360107896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=4684475912360107896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4684475912360107896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4684475912360107896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/oreg.html' title='OREGON'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJf3rvAB6VI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Tz5EbQJhl60/s72-c/Oregon+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-8473262557109179403</id><published>2008-08-04T23:10:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T02:15:37.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was a Rainy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgLzxW5iXI/AAAAAAAAAME/K4ta9PGxsKM/s1600-h/Summer08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230943951241447794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgLzxW5iXI/AAAAAAAAAME/K4ta9PGxsKM/s200/Summer08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgLzcz0wCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/17bmlMyuzpo/s1600-h/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230943945725624354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgLzcz0wCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/17bmlMyuzpo/s200/IMG_0028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgLzrOJF8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/GT7vnBnCRvg/s1600-h/Summer08+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230943949594105794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgLzrOJF8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/GT7vnBnCRvg/s200/Summer08+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sorry, I have been remiss in writing to let the world know about each and every exciting event that occurs in my neck of the woods. Last week we, (Alex, Lauryn and I) were dazzled by an unexpected downpour. I had just gotten out the shower so my hair was wet, my clothes were clean and dry, and my makeup freshly applied.....but to a true rain worshipper none of that matters.&lt;br /&gt;We splashed, ran up and down the gutters and even floated boats. It was one of my favorite days!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-8473262557109179403?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8473262557109179403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=8473262557109179403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8473262557109179403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8473262557109179403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-was-rainy-day.html' title='It Was a Rainy Day!'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SJgLzxW5iXI/AAAAAAAAAME/K4ta9PGxsKM/s72-c/Summer08+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-4818080610610473922</id><published>2008-07-03T07:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:44:48.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGzXNtgMNyI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZSnfW1u76WY/s1600-h/oximeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGzXNtgMNyI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZSnfW1u76WY/s200/oximeter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218782698768447266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I don't sleep very well. My doctor sent me to Jordan Valley Hospital to borrow an oximeter as she thinks perhaps I don't get enough oxygen to my brain whilst sleeping. Well, I don't need a medical appliance to know that at any given moment my brain is oxygen deprived!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the story . . . Mon. 12:15 pm - drive out to the hospital, (roundtrip 26.5 miles @ 23 mpg = $3.89 spent on gas) pick up the device; &lt;br /&gt;11:30 pm. plug it in, doesn't turn on, monkey with it for 15 minutes, think it's working, tape it on my finger and try to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Tues. 9:05, pack Alex and various junk in car, drive to hospital,(roundtrip 26.5 miles @ 23 mpg = $3.89 spent on gas), return apparatus;&lt;br /&gt;Tues., 11:15, receive call from respitory therapist that device didn't work, need to pick it up again;&lt;br /&gt;Wed., 1:45 - drive out to hospital, (roundtrip 26.5 miles @ 23 mpg = $3.89 spent on gas), retreive gadget; &lt;br /&gt;5:15 pm. return home after running numerous errands, accidentally drop mechanism on kitchen floor causing batteries to fall out, probably broke it; &lt;br /&gt;11:10 pm. try to figure out how to 'reset'?? computer memory on contrivance POC; &lt;br /&gt;1:33 am. still fiddling with tool; &lt;br /&gt;1:47 am. think it might (cross fingers, but not one that has to have infered light hooked to it); &lt;br /&gt;6:00 am. Lauryn wakes me out of nightmare, (my resting heartrate was 97!) paniced because she is late for drillteam practice; &lt;br /&gt;7:29 listening to x96, watering my lawn, writing, and worrying about taking machine back to hospital, (roundtrip 26.5 miles @ 23 mpg = $3.89 spent on gas).&lt;br /&gt;FYI: My sincere appreciation to Microsoft Word for its help with synonyms.&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Oximeter cost: $50&lt;br /&gt;FYI: Sleep-PRICELESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-4818080610610473922?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/4818080610610473922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=4818080610610473922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4818080610610473922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/4818080610610473922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-dont-sleep-very-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGzXNtgMNyI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZSnfW1u76WY/s72-c/oximeter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-5441112843359137204</id><published>2008-07-03T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:39:41.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kind of Nifty for Those with Too Much Time on Their Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; 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COLOR: #0066b3; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-5441112843359137204?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5441112843359137204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=5441112843359137204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5441112843359137204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5441112843359137204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/kind-of-nifty-for-those-with-too-much.html' title='Kind of Nifty for Those with Too Much Time on Their Hands'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-8597183338764499031</id><published>2008-07-02T18:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:02:26.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End . . .</title><content type='html'>Monday, June 30, 2008&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of summer school. We, (the six teachers) were asked to create mini science lessons that would be educational plus fun.I spent a considerable amount of effort creating activities meant to introduce and explain static electricity. I'm sure the other teachers worked hard too on their activities.It was a swealtering 100 degrees in the building and warmer still on the stage where my class was held. Perhaps the heat was part of the problem, but most of the students didn't want to listen to or follow directions. Our 3 1/2 hours of hands-on discovery ended up being a long-drawn-out experience in futile crowd control.It is a mystery to me why our educational system fritters away massive amounts of tax payer money to support programs which may theorectically benefit ELL students---but in reality contain no form of accountability with which to assure that precious funds have not been squandered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-8597183338764499031?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/8597183338764499031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=8597183338764499031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8597183338764499031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/8597183338764499031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/end.html' title='The End . . .'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-779684142088110001</id><published>2008-07-02T17:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:01:20.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veggie Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwWvN3CtkI/AAAAAAAAABU/8UFWAVHxCoc/s1600-h/weeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218571068645750338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwWvN3CtkI/AAAAAAAAABU/8UFWAVHxCoc/s200/weeds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, June 29, 2008&lt;br /&gt;I have questions that need answers. Like, how come when I forget to water my tender tomato plant for two days it disintegrates (truly, there was nothing in the spot where it had been planted), but when I withhold the water from the weeds for two weeks, with similar expectations, they are greener and healthier than before?&lt;br /&gt;Also, my garden vegies receive a weekly dose of Miracle Gro in hopes they'll become super gigantic but they just seem to wane. So, with the same philosophy in mind, I mix-up a double strength batch of Roundup and saturate the noxious suckers and not even a leaf wilts?&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, does anyone else suffer from weeds that seem to multiple exponentially by whatever amount are pulled? I swear if I pull out ten then the next day twenty appear, if I pull those twenty out, the following morning there are forty----sound familiar to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Lasty, mine have the ability to mutate . . . not only are they more plentiful but their root systems are deeper, thicker, stronger than ever before. Sounds like super heros don't they? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-779684142088110001?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/779684142088110001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=779684142088110001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/779684142088110001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/779684142088110001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/veggie-tales.html' title='Veggie Tales'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwWvN3CtkI/AAAAAAAAABU/8UFWAVHxCoc/s72-c/weeds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-5113013763334608308</id><published>2008-07-02T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:50:43.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Don't Need No Education!</title><content type='html'>Thursday, June 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218567952064803746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwT5zsPc6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ek8GBSJjJIU/s200/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh the joys of summer school. In my neverending quest to keep up on the bills I take advantage of extra job opportunities. Once again, I'm teaching school in the heat of summer to many that were invited to come back due to their lack of skill acquisition.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the attitudes that arrive each morning at 8:00 are similar to the ones left behind in June.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when I'm kind of bored I try to imagine the various persuasive activities that my "lethargic learner's" parents think up to get their kids to show up each day. Do they offer money, toys, computer games, extra food, fewer chores, ponies . . . what? Whatever trick they have that gets the kids there I wish I could steal it and then use it on these kids so they would actually sit in their seats, open their eyes, look my direction, write with the correct end of the pencil and then, who knows---maybe they'd learn something!Posted by Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy) at &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://skeendowndamountn.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-dont-need-no-education.html"&gt;9:32 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278864509008972735&amp;amp;postID=1444004543407853397"&gt;1 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=7278864509008972735&amp;amp;postID=1444004543407853397"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7278864509008972735&amp;amp;postID=1444004543407853397"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-5113013763334608308?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/5113013763334608308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=5113013763334608308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5113013763334608308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/5113013763334608308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-dont-need-no-education.html' title='We Don&apos;t Need No Education!'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwT5zsPc6I/AAAAAAAAABM/Ek8GBSJjJIU/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7240549260515208416.post-2791497538486139664</id><published>2008-07-02T17:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T07:19:24.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivaion and Green Onions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwKy3JaA-I/AAAAAAAAABE/vmyfHnROsQE/s1600-h/may+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218557937128702946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwKy3JaA-I/AAAAAAAAABE/vmyfHnROsQE/s200/may+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday, June 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="3928357864707782600"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SFNu9EVVVTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ix62EPDGOdM/s1600-h/may+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12:16 am, doors locked, lights off, garden watered, training-wheel bike decked out for flag-day parade. Alex, softly snores as he slumbers on the 2/3rds of my bed he is sharing with me as part of our semi/bi/tri-weekly 'sleep with grandma' tradition. I've found that if I sleep in pants with pockets, and then remember before dozing off to place each hand inside a pocket, I am able to manage somewhat comfortably on my 14" of bed space.For some reason, tonight, the usual amount of linen area isn't cutting it. I've read Stephanie's blog, Natalie's blog, Angela and Mike's blog and even chuckled while reading a couple of Anne Glamore's blogs. (If you happen to read this and know me then you'll know all those previously listed except Anne, who is the writer of 'My Tiny Kingdom' which I learned about from Angela.)So, an endearing incident from a sleep deprived mind: Earlier today or yesterday if watching the clock. Alex heard me shut the door as I arrived home from work. He ran upstairs to greet me and to remind me that I had promised to watch a 'surprise movie' with him. As I prepared to make good on my promise he asked me to close my eyes and be sure not to peek. With my eyes mostly shut I was led down eleven stairs and onto his mother's bed to await the beginning of the mystery movie. Several seconds later he announces, "ta da! Open your eyes grandma to watch your favorite show." Which as almost everyone knows is the 60's maybe 70's cartoon series 'League of Superheros'.Of course, those who are acquainted with my love and lack of sleep know the droning sound of a t.v. and comfort of a feather-topped bed are not a good mixture for my alertness. The last thing I remembered was some bad guy taking the Green Lantern's ring-of-power.When I awoke Alex was nowhere in sight. I called for him and hustled myself upstairs to begin the hunt. He was not in the house so I called and looked out front---with no luck. Decided to check the backyard where I found my junior green-thumber pulling out all the overgrown green onions.With a touch of anxiety/annoyance in my voice I began to explain the dangers of leaving without letting a responsible adult (me) know where he was going. He, ever so innocently replied, "But grandma, you were sleeping and I knew you were tired and needed your rest, I left quietly because I didn't want to disturb you."&lt;br /&gt;Posted by Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy) at &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://skeendowndamountn.blogspot.com/2008/06/onions.html"&gt;11:16 PM&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7278864509008972735&amp;amp;postID=3928357864707782600"&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Email Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/email-post.g?blogID=7278864509008972735&amp;amp;postID=3928357864707782600"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Edit Post" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7278864509008972735&amp;amp;postID=3928357864707782600"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labels: &lt;a href="http://skeendowndamountn.blogspot.com/search/label/Happiness%20is%20a%20grandson%20who%20loves%20me"&gt;Happiness is a grandson who loves me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subscribe to: &lt;a href="http://skeendowndamountn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" target="_blank" type="application/atom+xml"&gt;Posts (Atom)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7240549260515208416-2791497538486139664?l=mountainskeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/feeds/2791497538486139664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7240549260515208416&amp;postID=2791497538486139664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/2791497538486139664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7240549260515208416/posts/default/2791497538486139664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainskeen.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleep-deprivaion-and-green-onions.html' title='Sleep Deprivaion and Green Onions'/><author><name>Mountain Skeen (Hey, it's me, Judy)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18157093640783128507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__qAm5t7tzW0/SGwKy3JaA-I/AAAAAAAAABE/vmyfHnROsQE/s72-c/may+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
