<?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-21057418</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:52:54.103-05:00</updated><category term='Friday Night Lights'/><category term='New Beginnings'/><category term='our pet play date'/><category term='Patrick&apos;s first trophy'/><category term='Sunday rides'/><title type='text'>Trish's Treasures</title><subtitle type='html'>Treasures come 
                        in many shapes
                          and sizes...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-4579263970200986607</id><published>2012-02-17T12:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T12:52:54.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting Fresh</title><content type='html'>A little over two years ago a series of events turned me inside out.  Over the last two years I have been slowly unscrambling and I think I have finally arrived at a place where I feel better... Dare I say MUCH better. Lots of things have gotten me to this place... My kids, my amazingly patient husband and some over the top friends who stood by me no matter how ugly my life got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few months I even found myself missing my blog.. I had stopped blogging because I felt I couldn't contribute anything positive to it anymore, but I missed it.  But this morning I made donuts with my kids.. They have the day off..so we made donuts.  It was an easy recipe...but they were good, and we had fun and suddenly I found myself wanting to post about it.  So I am!  What a perfect time for a fresh start.  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4FyWTIxOzgY/Tz6TFf2GOXI/AAAAAAAACD4/TEnH2vE1dBU/s640/blogger-image-485830276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4FyWTIxOzgY/Tz6TFf2GOXI/AAAAAAAACD4/TEnH2vE1dBU/s640/blogger-image-485830276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Making donuts with the boys didn't get me a job or straighten up my house or stop the migraines or fix any of the other hurdles I still have to face, but it was fun and it was a positive step.  So even though I realize every day will be different and some of them will be less than perfect I am going to write about them, The pretty and the not so pretty. I am excited to see where all these little steps are leading...I figure as long as my steps are forward it does not matter if they are small or large they are moving forward and that is progress.  Today I leave you with my donuts, they were pretty, and easy, and yummy, a little sweet &amp;amp; crunchy on the outside and a little soft and salty on the inside... Just perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-4579263970200986607?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4579263970200986607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=4579263970200986607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/4579263970200986607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/4579263970200986607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2012/02/starting-fresh.html' title='Starting Fresh'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4FyWTIxOzgY/Tz6TFf2GOXI/AAAAAAAACD4/TEnH2vE1dBU/s72-c/blogger-image-485830276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-7472689941143035353</id><published>2008-12-21T19:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:04:27.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>Can you believe there is only 3 days left till Santa? I keep telling the boys that we don't have long to go. Lots of fun stuff going on here. Minor setback this weekend and we had a late start getting in to the spirit of things...but I think we have found our groove. It might not be full swing this year, but we will have our fun. Lots of fun stuff planned to do with friends...and Patrick always keeps us entertained. Patrick and now Smudge. Smudge is stealing Pizza and ice cubes...running away from snowflakes and taking long naps. I am starting to look forward to the holidays...I think they will be fun! Hope everyone has a great holiday full of family and friends, and we hope to catch up with everyone in the new year! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3323043392894943446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3323043392894943446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-much-longer-until-christmas.html' title='How much longer until Christmas?'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-2089306273826293743</id><published>2008-10-06T17:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:59:46.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long week it has been....</title><content type='html'>Learned a lot I have...wish it made my week better...but it was definitely better than Nicole's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole taught me 7 very important things this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not leave mushrooms found in nature in your classroom overnight hence they will have small disgusting creatures crawling on them come Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. an old cell phone without a sim card given to a preschool class to play with can still dial 911 and the police can find...the school...your class...the child...and you...now had this been an actual emergency...who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. it is better to to just put the small child with the very annoying father out of your class in to someone else's at the first sign of trouble...because it only gets worse as the year goes on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. picking up a glass table top all by yourself with one hand to dust under it with the other hand is probably not the best of ideas and it would have been a better idea just to avoid cleaning all together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the driver's ed video where the guy in the lane to your left starts to move in your peripheral vision and you do too just to discover it was a left turn arrow and the car in front of you was still at a stop is quite accurate and you do feel quite silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. steaks do not need to be turned over at least once while cooking to have a nice even charcoal flavor, you can just get drunk with your friend and leave them to your own devices and they do quite well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 7....as much as you want to you can't drink all the beer from the beer fridge that blows up in the basement, and after all this you really don't feel like explaining to you mother what skunk means you just want to use her fridge for a few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with all the things that were on my mind this week, with home and work, and everything else, it's good to have a friend like Nicole who will have an even worse week..just to make me feel better! Thanks girlfriend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-2089306273826293743?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2089306273826293743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=2089306273826293743' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2089306273826293743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2089306273826293743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-long-week-it-has-been.html' title='What a long week it has been....'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-3631380627389099860</id><published>2008-09-23T23:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:59:06.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a girl!  ... and a boy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNm4ep8zlAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jZGupz3Bu4w/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNm4ep8zlAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jZGupz3Bu4w/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;...and we are thrilled! Tim finally popped the question and Maggie said yes! Tim has never been one to settle for anything, if he feels something should be a certain way..it is! No question! It is one of his most frustrating and admirable qualities...but in this case, I and the rest of my family are so glad he didn't. I can't think of anyone I would rather have as a sister in law than Maggie, and I know for a fact that Tom is so excited that he will have her around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; to laugh at his dumb jokes. Maggie brings ART and laughter to our crazy family and that is just what we needed. The boys are crazy about her, she has a way of making them feel like whatever it is that they have to say or show her is the most important thing in the world at that moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you Tim, for not giving up the search, and congratulations to both of you. May you have many many years of the love, laughter and happiness you have today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-3631380627389099860?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3631380627389099860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=3631380627389099860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3631380627389099860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3631380627389099860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-girl-and-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a girl!  ... and a boy....'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNm4ep8zlAI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jZGupz3Bu4w/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-2968815457663115277</id><published>2008-09-23T22:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:40:59.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Bulls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNmoMeYAtMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IGeNU82POl8/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNmoMeYAtMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IGeNU82POl8/s400/DSC_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well...I didn't make the first game...the heat was just too awful! But I wouldn't miss the next one. It was a beautiful day...the boys played their hearts out, and they lost anyway. I guess that is a part of live, learning to lose, so they did and they did it with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick played too, I did not get photos of his team this week, but I can't wait to get him in action next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smudge is doing well...we had an &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNmoMbLJX6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/AdR5ssZLoUc/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNmoMbLJX6I/AAAAAAAAAuY/AdR5ssZLoUc/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;incident of chasing him around the house with muddy feet.  And she still likes to steal shoes...but she loves us and we love her!  It's been a learning experience for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNmoMvPrCjI/AAAAAAAAAug/-7-LtBTI-IE/s1600-h/DSC_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNmoMvPrCjI/AAAAAAAAAug/-7-LtBTI-IE/s400/DSC_0225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/21057418-2968815457663115277?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2968815457663115277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=2968815457663115277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2968815457663115277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2968815457663115277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/bulls.html' title='THE Bulls!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNmoMeYAtMI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/IGeNU82POl8/s72-c/DSC_0125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-8825325128110718438</id><published>2008-09-21T08:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T10:44:32.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Smudge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY58mJjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/PJN7oUA_p40/s1600-h/DSC_0014e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY58mJjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/PJN7oUA_p40/s400/DSC_0014e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet Smudge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smudge is the newest addition to our family.  She is a 5 month old Pomma-poo, she likes sunshine, open laps, tickles behind the ears and stealing shoes.  She does not like cars...or I guess her stomach doesn't we are hoping she grows out of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William has wanted a dog for as long as he could say the word, and we have been putting him off for just as long.  So he "borrows" dogs...Cricket &amp;amp; Cody at Josh's house, Cody across the street &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY58lv04cI/AAAAAAAAAZc/F1NhAgjGjvI/s1600-h/DSC_0021e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY58lv04cI/AAAAAAAAAZc/F1NhAgjGjvI/s400/DSC_0021e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from my parents house...Teddy at Aunt Patty's house, and Finn and Bandit down the street.  He wants to be a pet shop owner or a scientist when he grows up...so we are suggesting a Vet, then it is a little of both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY58lv04cI/AAAAAAAAAZc/F1NhAgjGjvI/s1600-h/DSC_0021e.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago he asked for a dog for Christmas and Santa brought him a hamster.  His "practice" pet.  The hamster came with a note explaining that he needed to take good care of Oreo and if he could show he was responsible enough, we would talk &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY586OUtSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7rM5b4_ocjQ/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY586OUtSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7rM5b4_ocjQ/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about a dog.  Well, some stuff happened in the last few weeks that has made me stop putting some thing off, one of them was William and his dog.  A dog was the last thing I needed in life right now...but the first thing William needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Smudge is the family dog, William has taken such responsibility for her, he takes her outside, changes her water, and picks up the poop!  What more can you want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got her at a pet store after visiting adoptions agencies and the SPCA, but with Tom's allergies we were limited in what we could get comfortably.  Smudge is perfect.  She was considered a spinster...born in April, they wanted to get her out of the store, not one seemed to want an older puppy!  We did!  She is wonderful, not hyper, so loving, and Tom does not seem to be having too many problems with her.  She is perfect for our family, and that is what we told William we needed.  So here she is...our Smudge, all 10 pounds of her, scared of her own shadow and the fasted tongue in town.  She is going to fit in perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/21057418-8825325128110718438?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8825325128110718438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=8825325128110718438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/8825325128110718438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/8825325128110718438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-smudge.html' title='Meet Smudge...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/SNY58mJjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAZU/PJN7oUA_p40/s72-c/DSC_0014e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-289331935665453950</id><published>2008-07-14T22:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:43:37.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What an amazing month it has been!</title><content type='html'>So many exciting things have happened to me.  I spent a really fun week with Friends and family in North Carolina, I was reunited with some really great friends online, a fun charity event with Maggie and my brother, the possible purchase of a motorcycle!!!!!   and I have a scrapbooking even coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting enthusiastic!  Tommorow I thing I will start with the Trip to North Carolina.  The wedding was so much fun.  Weddings always take you back to your own wedding...the stars in your eyes, they new joy...the hope.  I love going to them so we can take a look back and then bring a little bit of that honeymoom phase home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!  I will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-289331935665453950?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/289331935665453950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=289331935665453950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/289331935665453950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/289331935665453950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-amazing-month-it-has-been.html' title='What an amazing month it has been!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-5269633298570092687</id><published>2008-02-29T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:30:05.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SLEEPOVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am not a sleepover kinda person...chaos is not my thing. But If I were going to have more kids Aiden and Cathleen would be them, I am sure Patrick and Cathleen will end up together, and Aiden is just great with William. I love having them around. Recently they came over for a long awaited sleepover - SO MUCH FUN!  Popcorn, movies, chess, lots of giggles, and NO SLEEP (sorry Nicole!).  I hope we get to do a lot more weekends like this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-5269633298570092687?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5269633298570092687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=5269633298570092687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/5269633298570092687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/5269633298570092687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/02/sleepover.html' title='SLEEPOVER!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-7122780779441111516</id><published>2008-02-28T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:57:46.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Champions!</title><content type='html'>What an exciting week! William's basketball team made the finals! This was a first for William, none of his teams have made it this far in the past, and we were all really excited. It was a double elimination and they entered the final game undefeated, so with Maggie, Uncum, Grammy, Pop-Pop, Tom, myself and Patrick present and cheering they played their hearts out on Tuesday unfortunately still losing 23 to 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0016a-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was double elimination, they had to be beaten 2x so off we went tonight to face St. Joe's once again. What stress! They were neck and neck all night they were never separated by more than 4 points and William made 2 shots, got a rebound and was fouled! No points...but he really tried! He has made such progress this year, thanks to some special pointers from some super sports moms and Coach Tom, he has really been working hard. We have now invested in sports glasses and some new gear , and it has made a difference in his confidence on the court. He even played hard enough to foul someone last game! When he came off the court he felt really bad, but I tried to explain that if he never ever fouled he wasn't trying hard enough. One foul all season was nothing to be upset about. And it was a reaching foul for goodness sake...like those lanky 8 year olds can keep track of their arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end they came out on top winning by 1 point in the last 30 seconds (27-26)! It's sad that they can't win them all, but I am glad that they can win some! And we are so proud they won this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0028a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0035a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we were leaving, all the team members older sisters waved goodbye to Patrick...as always he had made "friends" with the other siblings there and the older girls love dragging him around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is baseball assessments, and Sunday is Lacrosse evaluations...the "busy" season starts now. Baseball, Lacrosse, and Boy Scouts...and Patrick in T-ball...Spring has sprung!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-7122780779441111516?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7122780779441111516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=7122780779441111516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7122780779441111516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7122780779441111516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/02/champions.html' title='Champions!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-6744010460269969207</id><published>2008-02-24T19:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:31:34.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been forever!  Can you believe it!</title><content type='html'>I had to take a break... as much as I love my blog I needed to put it on a back burner for a bit while I took care of some stuff! I have to tell you I missed it. Every once and a while I even went to the site myself and felt disappointed that it wasn't updated. It's funny, I love it, it makes me feel good and it is good for me, but it is like exercise, once you skip a day..then another...then a week and you keep saying you'll get back to it soon..and here I am many months later finally kick starting myself. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boys had their first snow day...we only had 4" and my friends from the Midwest are laughing at me for us getting a snow day for such a pittance...they got their day non-the-less. I wish I didn't have to work on snow days, not much fun for them, but they got out later in the day when daddy got home...Dad always gets to do the fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;looks like they had fun though! That's what counts, then they came in and I made hot chocolate with bunny marshmallow's in it. You have to love snow days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was fun too, we got to go to Tom's sister's house for a fun 50's party! We really had a lot of fun - and so did Patti! She made her singing debut, it really looks like everyone had a really great time! Sounds like it will become an annual thing so we are looking forward to next year. Next year we will remember to dress the part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-565a3444c3fb23b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D565a3444c3fb23b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331662667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B661A1A2E05C9BF6E4C07A6E809DBA0D68CF7B8.55563BB362C27F75F658E63BFFDE2BCC213DD2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D565a3444c3fb23b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGpRSebkAxQnWHn7xwwiXUy1FGeQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D565a3444c3fb23b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331662667%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1B661A1A2E05C9BF6E4C07A6E809DBA0D68CF7B8.55563BB362C27F75F658E63BFFDE2BCC213DD2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D565a3444c3fb23b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGpRSebkAxQnWHn7xwwiXUy1FGeQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So hopefully everyone else has had a great couple of months, I am glad to be posting again, and I hope I still have friends reading, I loved getting the responses hearing about how everyone else was doing! Talk to you SOON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-6744010460269969207?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=565a3444c3fb23b3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6744010460269969207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=6744010460269969207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6744010460269969207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6744010460269969207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-forever-can-you-believe-it.html' title='It&apos;s been forever!  Can you believe it!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-6548251029099774376</id><published>2007-11-04T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T09:58:38.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the trip of a lifetime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My recent trip to Indian was filled with lots of memories, I wanted to post a few here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. getting to Indiana was like being in Planes Trains and Automobiles with Steve Martin and his long lost brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. spending time as Trish and Tom and not mom and dad was long overdue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am way too old to act like a college student and survive the experience more than once a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. college students look 13 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. they also act like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. either sliders from White Castle don't taste the same as they used to or I was drunk a lot in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Shopping at Meyers in the middle of the night for no reason is still fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. you paint one "P" on your face and for the rest of the day people tell you you have pee on your face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. they will create a vending machine for almost anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. this is a trip I will remember for the rest of my life for many reasons, none of which being listed above... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0690-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0690-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0673-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0673-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0654-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-6548251029099774376?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6548251029099774376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=6548251029099774376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6548251029099774376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6548251029099774376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/11/trip-of-lifetime.html' title='the trip of a lifetime...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-3326407108702796407</id><published>2007-10-22T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:27:23.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you explain things to your kids?</title><content type='html'>I know that they have to earn about the disappointment and sadness in life, but it is really hard to watch.  A friend of mine recently had to attempt to explain to her son why he would not see a friend anymore.  Not for anything he had done, but for the circumstances of life that he had no control over and he was really sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I had to tell William that someone he really wanted to attend one of his soccer games this year (and had said they were coming), was not coming once again.  Then I had to break it to him that due to scheduling conflicts for the last two games, it was not going to happen at all.  He looked at me with that same sad hopeful face that he did when the person did not come to a baseball game in the spring and said, "Maybe he will come next year".  How sad.  How sad that I have now heard that same statement for two years and two seasons and he still has hope. It broke my heart.  Then it made me really mad.  But what can you do, you can't make someone do something they don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that he doesn't know how much William looks up to him, or how disappointed he is every year and every season when he doesn't show up for even a part of a game.  How sad it makes him when he is always to busy.  I hope he doesn't know these things and not come anyway.  I know it isn't a pro game, and I know William isn't the star of the show.  But he is our star.  He gets up every Saturday or Sunday, and puts on the gear of the season, and heads to the field and he wants people to see him and be proud.  So I guess I will hold on to hope with William that during his next season, he might get a visitor that will come cheer him on as promised, who will show him that he is important to him and worth making the time to come and see, not just taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, explaining why disappointment happens, and making sure they know that it has nothing to do with them, and letting them feel the hurt.  I have to say is one of the most difficult jobs a parent has.  And I have to say it pretty much stinks!  I write this blog for the good and the bad, and most of the time it is the good.  This one was hard.  No photos, no smiles, nothing, but this is what I was feeling today so here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-3326407108702796407?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3326407108702796407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=3326407108702796407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3326407108702796407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3326407108702796407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-do-you-explain-things-to-your-kids.html' title='How do you explain things to your kids?'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-2158846499916058932</id><published>2007-10-18T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:33:34.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_2120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_2120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know that not everyone can have a good day at the same time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yesterday was one of the most rotten I have had in a while...but two of my very best friends friends had stellar days...so here is to you who had days of a lifetime, that change a life.  My stinkin, rotten bitter day in most ever way was worth it if any of the good karma was thrown your way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you both have more good days and I have less stinky ones...   Lots of LOVE - me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-2158846499916058932?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2158846499916058932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=2158846499916058932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2158846499916058932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2158846499916058932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-day.html' title='A good day!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-1411498809431568387</id><published>2007-10-15T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:34:10.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with flashlights!</title><content type='html'>We have been having so much fun lately!  &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is great, a moonlight hayride and corn maze with flashlights, what could be more fun!  I have always loved our annual trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Merrymeade&lt;/span&gt; for pumpkins, but it is even better when you get to go with someone new.  Maggie just moved here from Florida and we are having so much fun reacquainting her with the seasons!  It took a while for fall to hit but since it has, it has been beautiful!  I was looking forward to the caramel apples and the pumpkin painting and all the things we normally do, but when we had to adapt the plans to go in the evening not of the normal things were open.  To my surprise..there were so many more fun things to do that I would have never known about if we had not done the night shift.  So as it normally happens, we all learned some new stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maggie and Tim had fun too.   Although I am not sure Tim would admit it.  He got to wander around the corn for a while looking for the elusive questions for two little boys who were so very excited!  Finally Maggie and I decided we were hungry and we contacted "the policeman" to get us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we all picked out our pumpkins...sadly Tim and Maggie came up on the Motorcycle and the pumpkins they picked wouldn't fit on it so we had to babysit them till they could get to Ambler, but it was still lots of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy that our family is spending time together.  William and Patrick love their Uncle and love seeing him.  It never matters what they are doing.  They just love seeing him.  I hope he continues to come around for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-1411498809431568387?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1411498809431568387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=1411498809431568387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1411498809431568387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1411498809431568387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/10/fun-with-flashlights.html' title='Fun with flashlights!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-7028889587808341489</id><published>2007-10-10T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:10:43.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the bride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/CIMG05442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/CIMG05442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, here comes the ring bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't blogged in a while, I was in Virginia for a wedding then NY for a conference came home and was sick in bed for three days...now I am was just distracted by life - or was. All better now! Finally! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me tell you...Patrick did SUCH a great job! What a beautiful wedding it was. I have never seen a Greek ceremony before, the priest chanted in Greek for a long time then he put crowns on their heads tied together with ribbons, he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;switched&lt;/span&gt; them back and forth three times, then he walked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; around the alter three times. That represented their first steps in to their &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new lives...and they were married. Pretty cool, and I am sure I didn't do the description justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got dressed up in our finest, finery and had a wonderful time with our family. Brian and Alyssa are so perfect together. I really enjoyed watching them, just so kind. Really nice people, I am so glad they found each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tom,  Alyssa, Brian &amp;amp; Trish... (Rollie, bride in white...love-ya!) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Tom and I and his cousins &amp;amp; their spouses...they are really great, I wish they lived closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this was our gift, I spent a long time going through the photos Brian's mom gave me, and I love the chocolate paper!!!!!!  Finally I used a cute clip to clip the "gift" in the back.  A labor of love.  I hope they like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am designing this weekend, that always makes me happy.  I have 2 kits up for the S.A.V.E. club, and a kick -XXX  class for the January event to do.  All it takes is the clouds to part and the creativity flows.  We are also going pumpkin picking with my brother and Maggie.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lovin'&lt;/span&gt; Maggie!  She went mini golfing with us last weekend while Tim was on duty, fits right in with our goofy family.  Tim done good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will have to sign off now, I am so tired, not much sleep lately and I really feel like I can sleep tonight. Talk to you soon!  T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-7028889587808341489?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7028889587808341489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=7028889587808341489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7028889587808341489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7028889587808341489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-comes-bride.html' title='Here comes the bride!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-5024079508213213490</id><published>2007-09-19T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T11:59:14.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a luxury to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;                                   - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Books, like friends, should be few and well chosen.&lt;br /&gt;                                           - Samuel Paterson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cleaning out my email, I saw these and they made me smile today, each for their own reason.  Thought I would share.  Pick your books wisely, for you never know when one might fall on your foot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day...I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-5024079508213213490?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5024079508213213490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=5024079508213213490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/5024079508213213490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/5024079508213213490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-for-thought-today.html' title='Food for thought today...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-817443509032655548</id><published>2007-09-18T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:54:21.822-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This day forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0195web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0195web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We lived on a hill. No where to ride a bike really, and unfortunately did not make it a priority. He had one, for every stage of growth, they all had training wheels, then there came the scrambler, and we didn't put the training wheels on it. We woke up one morning and every one of William's friends could ride a bike but him. And he was starting to spout the excuses we had...no time to so somewhere flat. live on a hill... etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0202web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0202web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Tom took him Saturday to the elementary school and started to push him across the parking lot. Half way across he was doing it himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They waited until I got home and then we went back for more, I of course had my camera, and Patrick was on his scooter. We really had fun. Once when William got off to tie his shoe I snuck on and took it for a ride, I was surprised I could stay on. I don't remember when the last time was I was on a bike! Tom even took a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick and his wisdom amaze me. While we were sitting watching William and Tom set up a serpentine, I was taking photos and Patch was eating snacks. Patrick looks at me and says so innocently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0191web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0191web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, why are you taking pictures? Is it because you want to remember this day forever?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How lucky we are as scrapbookers that we get to have this wonderful hobby that allows us to photograph and journal our lives so we can remember them, and our children's children can remember them forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say we have ridden the bike everywhere, every day since Saturday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-817443509032655548?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/817443509032655548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=817443509032655548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/817443509032655548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/817443509032655548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-day-forever.html' title='This day forever...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-7974433386888722335</id><published>2007-09-17T17:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:16:38.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0170web.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ti's the season for Soccer! I forget how fun it was watching William when he was little run around the field. This is Patrick's first year playing, and William and I have gotten more giggles sitting together on the sidelines watching the kids and laughing at the chaos. I tell him stories of &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0171web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0171web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the silly things he did and he denied it all! I know Aunt Jen and Nicole will remember this well...in William's first game he was made goalie, the goal was made up of two orange cones and the coach explained to William that he needed to guard the opening and keep the ball from going through. William guarded the goal for a little while, but I guess he was finding it difficult, so finally he ran over and picked up the cones and moved them closer together...less to guard! We were laughing so hard we couldn't go out there and fix it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;William is doing quite well this year, he has discovered that shin guards are a good thing and that getting the ball is fun! We love watching him and his team play hard on a Sunday morning! My one regret is that some of our favorite friends are not able to be on the team with him this year. Maybe next year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0112web.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0112web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0112web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick has not changed any dynamics of the game as of yet, but he and his teammates have chased the ball off of the field through two other games and into the woods... They don't actually have games, just skill sessions followed by 15 minute scrimmages which they thing of as games, they actually play each other, they just don't know it. His shorts are too long...his socks are too high, and I love every minute of watching it and William doesn't believe for a second that he was ever that small or silly! - We know the truth and have the video footage to prove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0116web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, a call out to a friend that was hurt today, her strength and grace never cease to amaze me. I am not sure how many times you need to get knocked down, but you always get back up and smile while heading in to the world for more. Wish I could give you a hug before I leave for DC...I will bring you back a treat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-7974433386888722335?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7974433386888722335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=7974433386888722335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7974433386888722335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7974433386888722335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/fall-fun.html' title='Fall fun!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-7124478665969937097</id><published>2007-09-04T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T18:29:48.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The most WONDERFUL time of the year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So another year begins, and the big yellow monster ate the kids. Not a moment to soon to be sure! The kids were just ready to get back into the structure of the school year...or was that the moms? Here nor there, everyone was smiling this morning at the neighborhood bus stop. The kids were looking forward to seeing who their teacher was and who was in their class. What a great group we have! Several new kindergartners this year got on the bus and the big kids took good care of them. Patrick really wanted to go, but he will just have to wait until next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick started his last year at Mulberry this morning, actually it is called Kindercare now, but after 6 years it will always be Mulberry to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;William started here when he was 4 and graduated to kindergarten, and Patrick started when he was 10 weeks old. He will graduate from the very same classroom with some of the same teachers William had the end of this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe they are growing up so fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, no one will be growing if I do get on with dinner so off I go. Hope everyone had a great first day of school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/21057418-7124478665969937097?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7124478665969937097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=7124478665969937097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7124478665969937097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7124478665969937097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='The most WONDERFUL time of the year....'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-4668950109135927920</id><published>2007-09-03T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:21:02.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/crocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/crocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crocs have been quite the rage for a while now. I myself after having said I would never wear them have two pairs, and both William and Patrick have a pair of their own. What became fun this summer was collecting the Jibbitz. They earned them for all sorts of things. I was looking at all our shoes laying in the middle of the family room floor this morning and I notices something. Mine are very clean and the Jibbitz are straight and distributed over both shoes (actually all 4). William's shoes while dirty have all the Jibbitz in tact and on one shoe, he is trying to fill in all the holes on one the move on to the other. With Patrick, his shoes are really quite disgusting...half the Jibbitz are missing and the ones that are there are dirty, upside &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down and missing body parts. Goofy is missing an ear, the Dino's head is gone..and some time between the photo and this post the Yin Yang went missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how some shoes can start to look so much like their owners.  I still can't figure out how Patrick keeps killing off the Jibbitz, but they keep disapearing!  Poor Dino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-4668950109135927920?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4668950109135927920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=4668950109135927920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/4668950109135927920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/4668950109135927920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-2998888231456077700</id><published>2007-09-02T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:32:44.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl's right of passage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to witness a young girl's right of passage. It's not the prom, or driving, or dating..or any of the normal things you might expect...but miss Ella got her first taste (Literally!) of a $100 bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had so much fun flashing her "wad" at the store today! She was waving her bills all over the place and when we finally had to take them away from her she accepted scrap paper in trade..I am sure that won't always be the case, but for today whether it was paper or $$ she smiled from ear to ear. Aren't babies fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has had lots of fun with babies this weekend. You know how you always offer to watch babies for new moms? Well we finally had someone take us up on it! Friday night Jack came over for a visit. We had a lot of fun. We all went for a walk. William and Patrick both sang him songs, and we went through several bottles! Little Jack must be going through a growth spurt, he went through several bottles quite quickly, and kept wanting more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom said it took me about 1.5 hours to remember why I was done having babies...and it took him 45 min. About the time I told William and Patrick to go to bed, and they went upstairs, brushed teeth, climbed in bed and waited for us to come up, I remembered that with babies there is never any sending them off to do anything on their own, so while Jack Jack is the cutest... There will definitely be no more babies in this house. Even if I have to keep borrowing babies to get it out of my system...I have started to enjoy my Indepen&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC00959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC00959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dence way too much to give it up now. The boys are at just the right age that we can start doing stuff together and they can participate, and they can get some stuff done on their own. I am spoiled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my family is in bed and I am off to bed as well. More fun tomorrow! Can't wait to tell everyone about it! OH yeah! Deena finally sent me a few pics from Alaska! She got home tonight...but better late than never. I had asked her to walk on a glacier for me, her email said this is it...I don't quite get it.. but here it is anyway, &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC00642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC00642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait to ask her what she is talking about! The photo to the left is actually a glacier...what she is touching to the right is - I just don't know!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to you soon!&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/21057418-2998888231456077700?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2998888231456077700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=2998888231456077700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2998888231456077700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2998888231456077700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/09/girls-right-of-passage.html' title='A girl&apos;s right of passage...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-6321612378701099183</id><published>2007-08-30T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:01:59.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrupted JPGs</title><content type='html'>that's what I had...&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a whole folder of them! I knew what some of them were but not all of the or I thought I knew what they were but it turns out I didn't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How disappointed I was when I discovered that I had lost all the photos from the zoo! Over Memorial Day Maggie had come up from Florida to visit and we too her to the Philadelphia Zoo. Then I realized I had also lost half of the photos from William's end of year skit. I really wanted them back! I spent hours on line trying to find programs that would reconstruct the files that were in the folder. It seemed like all the data was there, it was just when I &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tried to open them I got a red X. Noting worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I found this program that said it could save corrupted photos but only if they were on a memory card. I had already deleted and re-formatted the memory card several times but what the heck! It let me try it to see what was there but then you had to pay the $30 if you wanted to save whatever it&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; reconstructed. This program found 517 photos on an empty card. All the zoo photos, the skit photos, Phillie's game photos (that I hadn't realized were missing yet!), and a bunch of other things...some I had and some I didn't. let me tell you it was one of the best $30 I ever spent! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really disappointed that everything was missing. We had so much fun at the zoo and Tom, William and Uncle Tim had so much &lt;div&gt;fun at the game and it was all missing! All in all it was a good &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;night! Glad I didn't give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000291.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you loose your photos give me a call - I know a guy! &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000291.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000291.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/V0000291.jpg"&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/21057418-6321612378701099183?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6321612378701099183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=6321612378701099183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6321612378701099183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6321612378701099183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/08/corrupted-jpgs.html' title='Corrupted JPGs'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-6534250568200006184</id><published>2007-08-26T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:04:23.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have Pirates!  ARG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Pirates have invaded! What a great weekend! After a really long few weeks we got to have some real fun this weekend. First we had a great time at the Pirates and Princesses birthday party for our friends Cathleen and Aiden. It is so hard to believe they are 6 and 4 now. I find it hard to believe that all of our little six pack (now 7!) is growing up so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a real treat this year and got to make Aiden's birthday cake. I had been wanting to make a Pirate ship cake for some time now but neither of my boys had ever wanted one, so Aiden let me make it. I got a great photo and so great guides from a friend at work, plus found some directions and suggestions on-line. We really had a lot of fun here making it - Tom and William went mini Pirate hunting..my mom baked the many cakes involved in the construction, and Tom and Patrick went candy shopping for the decorations. It really looked good if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then we went outside... icing glue and 95 degree weather and things started to melt...by the time we got to the party, one side of the cake looked like it had already been in battle. Luckily...it did not matter to Aiden...the smile made it all worth it. The panic, the blasting of the AC all the way to the party, the emergency icing at the house and the frantic emptying of the &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0340web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0340web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;freezer...in the end the smiles went on for miles and while the Black Pearl it was not...neither was it the Titanic...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we got up and met the Stillings at The Renaissance Faire for Pirate day! WE always have so much fun when our two families spend time together, sadly we don't get to do it often enough! Our three pirates wore their earrings and had lots of fun! It never ceases to amaze me the wonderful people that go there. The boys were stopped all day by amazing costumed people bearing "booty" for all the kids. A lot of them don't even work there, they just love the place and they love the kids and families that come to visit. What characters! And how amazing that they stay in character the way they do! We have been several times and have seen and done new things every time. We always have a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0387web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0387web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;This year, Patrick adopted a baby Dragon at the Orphanage. He has wanted a pet for so long and he really like this little guy. He came with adoption papers and everything! His name is Big Rock...Rockey for short...he eats crickets and baby food. We shall see...I guess I will have to try and hold the lizard... ugh! &lt;p&gt;William on the other hand was captured by the mud people...the only way to get un-captured is for someone to put $ in the &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0393web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0393web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;basket...and in the process take the risk of getting captures themselves. William had gotten captured saving someone else. It took a little bit of debate between us to see who was going to attempt to save him...the rest of the crowd wasn't moving...so daddy to the rescue! I am not sure I have seen him move that fast in a very long time...he did not get captured and we were on to the next adventure! We saw a joust, several shows, LOTS of Pirates (including captain Jack Sparrow!), took part in a treasure hunt, and pretty much ate our way through the village! We missed the human Chess match...but there is always next time and I for one can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-6534250568200006184?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6534250568200006184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=6534250568200006184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6534250568200006184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6534250568200006184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-have-pirates-arg.html' title='We have Pirates!  ARG!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-8072058341149790576</id><published>2007-08-23T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T17:55:52.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have fallen...but I am up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rs4BbNjHxVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TcmWYZ4hfmM/s1600-h/earth-close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102016994862417234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rs4BbNjHxVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TcmWYZ4hfmM/s320/earth-close.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have I been you ask? Well I have NOT fallen off the edge of the earth! I have been all over though…entertaining guests from London…”Hi Rema!” Working until all hours of the evening..dress hunting for my nephew’s wedding (found it!) Tux shopping for the boys…back to school shopping for William – if only he would stop growing all would be well, but we barely get home from the store and they are too short again! We killed the kids fish…I was sick all weekend..and I am sure just like most of the rest of the people trying to get ready for the back to school rush I could go on and on and on....I even get to bake a pirate cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now looking forward to two fun days with family and friends...oh, and Laundry!  and maybe a bit of scrapbooking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deena is in Alaska this week..she was supposed to email me a photo of her on a glacier but it is Thursday and I have seen nothing yet…but I have not given up hope.  I will post again soon, but I wanted to break the dry streak and the streak of "started and interrupted" posts...maybe I will finish some of them, they were interesting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-8072058341149790576?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8072058341149790576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=8072058341149790576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/8072058341149790576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/8072058341149790576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-fallenbut-i-am-up.html' title='I have fallen...but I am up!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rs4BbNjHxVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TcmWYZ4hfmM/s72-c/earth-close.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-1417282507116200690</id><published>2007-08-03T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:37:01.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That's enough of that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="221" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="220" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are here!!!! SAVE has begun! A weekend full of paper, photos and 90 of my closest friends...and of course, my mom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always look forward to these weekends but this one was specially needed. Things have been a bit stressful with all the comings and goings of late. Tom and I have had many late nights at work, and we have had many full weekends, which were fun...but left little time for laundry and life which had to get squeezed in between sleeping and everything else which stresses you out a bit. There was a very fun trip to Rehoboth beach...a trip to Virginia for the shower and visits with family, then the CKC &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Convention. The CKC convention was last weekend, VERY busy! but VERY satisfying! MLPA made a very nice showing for their first year, both their class and their booth got rave reviews..I love our local scrapbook store!!! We did get to take the boys to see Ratatouille last weekend - really cute! We had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now we are here! The long awaited SAVE weekend...twice a year, me-n-mom...and 90 -200 of our &lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/IMG_0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;closest friends... No kids, no husbands, no dishes, laundry or responsibilities!  All our meals are prepared for us, someone else even makes OUR bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We get to sort through photos, memories, paper and adhesive...lots and lots of adhesive! I am so glad Rollie ran with our little idea, going on year three and each one is more fun than the last. So thanks Rollie for these weekends, and thanks Tom for doing the work of 4 for 4 days! and all I can say is there is just one thing missing... Deena! So hurry it up! Your seat is empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-1417282507116200690?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1417282507116200690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=1417282507116200690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1417282507116200690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1417282507116200690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-enough-of-that.html' title='That&apos;s enough of that!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-4329270586389101942</id><published>2007-07-25T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T07:34:52.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ya KNOW!</title><content type='html'>you would think with the convention coming at the end of the week, and SAVE at the end of next week I would be excited. Well, I am about those things, but have you ever noticed how the people who really really suck are the only ones who don't know that they suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know them...the ones that just suck the fun out of everything, make life more difficult for the rest of the population, are so dang miserable with their own little lives that they feel the need to try and bring everyone else down with them. So now I am venting. We have had the good, and the bad, and here is the ugly on Trish's Treasures. Not that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; people are reading this because they are always more interested in their own self to care about anyone else.  But someone once told me that with a blog...it was good to get it all down and it would feel better to get it out...you know who you are and you were right, I feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am going home, to hug my kids and read another chapter of Harry Potter to them before they go to sleep. This was just a bad day and I am going to start over again in the morning and see what happens. I hope everyone else has a better day than I did, and if not...there's always tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening..see you at the convention!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-4329270586389101942?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/4329270586389101942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=4329270586389101942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/4329270586389101942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/4329270586389101942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/ya-know.html' title='ya KNOW!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-7562360418569186142</id><published>2007-07-21T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T06:28:27.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10:45 PM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(copying format- thanks Rollie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick: MOM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he comes running in our room very upset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Patch what's wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patrick:  You know that juice from the store this afternoon?  I want to try it now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had been to Costco early in the afternoon where the sample lady had been giving out juice samples.  William got one for each of them, Patrick did not want his so William drank both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if he thought William was still carrying the juice around, or if he thought I was going to pop him in the car for a trip to Costco in the middle of the night, but apparently he did not expect me to double over laughing because he looked surprised for a second then cried harder.  Now Tom is running up the stairs to see why I can't breathe and who broke Patrick's heart.  Thankfully when he realized what Patrick wanted he also deducted my tactic was not working so he took another one and took him back to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick is either making us laugh or making us crazy...either way it is always an adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-7562360418569186142?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/7562360418569186142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=7562360418569186142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7562360418569186142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/7562360418569186142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/1045-pm.html' title='10:45 PM'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-8452502446262934376</id><published>2007-07-20T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:00:02.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's garden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/woogmom/UntitledAlbum/photo?authkey=9Non19fq8Dg#5089318838324312274"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/woogmom/RqDkhOMGONI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fwruS_AAbT4/s288/IMG_0136e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had so many very busy weekends this year and it looks like they aren't going to stop any time soon. This one sounds like it is going to be kind of quiet.  Tonight I think I am going to open a bottle of wine and chill by the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planted my garden this year...thanks Rollie for turning 45...your party instigated many changes at the house I had wanted to get to for a very long time but kept putting off, one of them being re-planting "mom's garden". The garden started when William was born in our first house. On my second Mother's day Tom dug out a garden down the side of the house and he and William planted my first perennial. After that I got many. When we moved I was not &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/woogmom/UntitledAlbum/photo?authkey=9Non19fq8Dg#5089318829734377666"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh5.google.com/woogmom/RqDkguMGOMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/_xJTzZJo2F8/s288/IMG_2437e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;able to take them with me, but I had the most perfect spot in the back yard to "resurrect" MOM's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not start with just one this year, I put in quite a few, and I love to go and watch them. What is it about blooming flowers that is so peaceful?  So besides finishing my kits, doing the laundry, getting William's glasses, finding my stuff for SAVE!, going to Costco, working at the store, &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/woogmom/UntitledAlbum/photo?authkey=9Non19fq8Dg#5089318846914246882"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh5.google.com/woogmom/RqDkhuMGOOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2cfIEukJpds/s288/IMG_0141e.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;planning the meals for next week, going to the grocery store, helping my brother find furniture, and planning childcare for the next two weeks, I think I will make it a quiet weekend and sit by my garden and chill.  Is it 5:00 yet? I think I need to find a bench to go out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great weekend!  Take some time for yourself and sit by your garden or wherever you like to sit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-8452502446262934376?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/8452502446262934376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=8452502446262934376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/8452502446262934376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/8452502446262934376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/moms-garden.html' title='Mom&apos;s garden...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-1140483991509959550</id><published>2007-07-16T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:25:21.259-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick&apos;s first trophy'/><title type='text'>Patrick's first Trophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rpw1XuMGOKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Sgw2sRtNhGw/s1600-h/IMG_2408e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088000360673851554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rpw1XuMGOKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Sgw2sRtNhGw/s320/IMG_2408e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen such a happy boy?  Patrick got his first trophy this year for T-ball. He had an interesting season, our boy who never sits still decided it would be fun to walk quietly from base to base. Then there was the day he just refused to go on the field. Of course when he did decide to bat he swung in a complete circle...his "windmill hit" as he proudly called it. Halfway through the season he decided he was done and while he liked going out and hanging with his friends Sean &amp; Aiden on Friday &amp;amp; Saturdays...he was done with the T-ball thing. We explained that if he did not complete the season with his team there would be no trophy at the end. So he kept going. For the trophy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rpwal-MGOII/AAAAAAAAAHw/qv6b3UOQvEE/s1600-h/IMG_0191e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087970918673037442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rpwal-MGOII/AAAAAAAAAHw/qv6b3UOQvEE/s320/IMG_0191e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must admit, it is a pretty cool trophy, and when he wasn't carrying it around showing how it was so much bigger than his dad's golf trophy, it was sitting next to him while he played or watched TV, he was sleeping with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick had a lot of fun this year playing for Coach Fisher. It might not have been the same fun everyone else was having but Patrick is known for making fun all his own.  We can always count on Patrick to make us smile.  You never know what he is going to do next.  I can't wait to see what he does in soccer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBfqfHCvvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BH2tt-XRKIE/s1600-h/IMG_2417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084669162811473650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBfqfHCvvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BH2tt-XRKIE/s400/IMG_2417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBfqfHCvvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BH2tt-XRKIE/s1600-h/IMG_2417.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-1140483991509959550?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1140483991509959550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=1140483991509959550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1140483991509959550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1140483991509959550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/patricks-first-trophy.html' title='Patrick&apos;s first Trophy'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rpw1XuMGOKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Sgw2sRtNhGw/s72-c/IMG_2408e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-2760703726985478011</id><published>2007-07-15T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:46:14.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RprMAOMGOFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wXbmiV9X5BA/s1600-h/IMG_0199e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087603033249298514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RprMAOMGOFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wXbmiV9X5BA/s320/IMG_0199e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Virgina this weekend for my nephew Brian's fiance's bridal shower. We drove down late Friday night while the kids were groggy and not poking one another. Then we got up early the next morning and went to one of my favorite places - Great Falls Park. It was one of the first places Tom took me in Virginia when we started dating and I proceeded to fall in a puddle. I reminds me so much of the woods in Michigan where we used to walk along the lake at by grandmother's house and it is beautiful to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shower was beautiful too, I had never been to such an elegant..yet comfortable event. The home was beautiful and decorated so nicely...and the food was really great. I am dying to get the strawberry chicken salad recipe! And rumor has it what I was drinking was a Mojito. The bride was beautiful. Alyssa is both beautiful on the inside and out and I am so glad Brian took his time and waited to find her she is quite the catch. I know they will be very happy. We are very excited for the wedding, Patrick is Brian's godson and he will be a "helper". Somehow he got the idea when you were in a wedding you are the one getting married and he was upset. So we are sure to tell him he is helping not getting married. Cause "He doesn't want a weddin!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got another nice surprise when we got down there, our other nephew Robert got engaged as well. We got to meet his fiance Ali and she too is a wonderful girl. Smart boys our nephews they know when they have it made! Their wedding will be next year on the beach in the outer banks on June 28th, so it looks like we will be spending a week in NC next summer. Tough duty! It unfortunately means postponing another plan, but I would not miss Rob's wedding, he is such a special guy. All three boys are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RprMoOMGOHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TOsT_b15Yq0/s1600-h/IMG_0221e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087603720444065906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RprMoOMGOHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/TOsT_b15Yq0/s320/IMG_0221e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were at the shower, Uncle Chris had spent the day attempting to wear out the boys, and while William was exhausted and Tom felt older than ever...Patrick still couldn't lay still to fall asleep. They had gone hiking, and swimming, and fishing (that was more scaring the fish away by splashing in the mud), and just plain running around all day, and he still took an hour to fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning the boys had more fun, William got archery and crossbow lessons, as well as Lacrosse. He also inherited some very special lacrosse uniforms. Patrick got chased around a bit and got to play some games too. He also got a pair of lacrosse shorts that he proudly wore over the ones he was already wearing &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RprMT-MGOGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W75Jd132P7M/s1600-h/IMG_0234e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087603372551714914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RprMT-MGOGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/W75Jd132P7M/s200/IMG_0234e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all the way home. I really wish we lived closer to these guys. They are so good with William and Patrick, from teaching them to run matchbox cars down the banister of the stairs when they were little right up to now. It has never mattered what they were in to these teenagers, now grown ups got down on the floor with them and tried to talk to these little kids about whatever it was that was going on in their lives. William and Patrick couldn't ask for better cousins! I hope they turn out just like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-2760703726985478011?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2760703726985478011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=2760703726985478011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2760703726985478011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2760703726985478011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/virginia.html' title='Virginia...'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RprMAOMGOFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wXbmiV9X5BA/s72-c/IMG_0199e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-1811496801187679866</id><published>2007-07-12T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:32:02.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our pet play date'/><title type='text'>Special friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBetvHCvuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aWgdK1Xyykk/s1600-h/IMG_2397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084668119134420706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBetvHCvuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aWgdK1Xyykk/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It seems like William and Aiden have always been friends. I guess they have been since Aiden was born, William is a few years older but it has never mattered to either one of them. Aiden's family lived down the street from us, and William took to his new friend immediately and there was no looking back. Not even both families moving could separate them. We have remained friends even 30 minutes apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year William and Aiden got their first pets. William got a hamster named Oreo and Aiden got a rabbit he named Flip Flop. They have been bugging us to get the pets together for a play date so one afternoon we decided to see what would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out a rabbit and a hamster have a lot in common, they shared toys and food and sniffed each other and had a grand old time. Who would have thought? Well, Aiden &amp;amp; William did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so lucky in my life to have had a girlfriend I met when we were 3, our moms were friends and we remained friends through moves and different schools and college and boys and marriage and kids and many many states. How great to have friends like that where even your pets are great friends! I feel so lucky that we met the Fishers and William met Aiden, I hope they will always be friends. I think they will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-1811496801187679866?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1811496801187679866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=1811496801187679866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1811496801187679866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1811496801187679866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/special-friends.html' title='Special friends'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBetvHCvuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aWgdK1Xyykk/s72-c/IMG_2397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-6741771615319566943</id><published>2007-07-09T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:17:30.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday rides'/><title type='text'>Sunday morning rides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFOU_HCvyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W7k-1tAhez8/s1600-h/DSC_0136a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084931576723324706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFOU_HCvyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W7k-1tAhez8/s320/DSC_0136a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday morning we got up and went to see Uncle Tim off on his Christmas in July ride for children. Uncum is a member of the Blue Knights and they collect toys then deliver them to the Salvation Army. It is fun to see all the bikes arriving and lining up. So many people! So many kinds of people...biker guys and people you wouldn't think of as biker guys. Uncum even had a pink backpack full of toys to donate strapped to his bike. It is really cool to watch - and REALLY loud! Patrick still doesn't like the loud noises and it was very hot even that early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084932873803448130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFPgfHCv0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/ijgGB9d8abQ/s400/DSC_0134a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys pulled out their chairs and watched the police motorcycle teams go through their drills and run the obstacle course. They move those things really well! It is amazing they don't drop them. I am waiting to see who will be the first to ask for a bike of their own...maybe Tom????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-6741771615319566943?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/6741771615319566943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=6741771615319566943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6741771615319566943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/6741771615319566943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/sunday-morning-rides.html' title='Sunday morning rides'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFOU_HCvyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/W7k-1tAhez8/s72-c/DSC_0136a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-2521177983807919074</id><published>2007-07-08T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:49:10.038-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday Night Lights'/><title type='text'>Friday Night Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFTGvHCv8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_k0kA-UTaNI/s1600-h/DSC_0001a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084936829468327874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFTGvHCv8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_k0kA-UTaNI/s320/DSC_0001a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tom and I got to go out to dinner by ourselves Friday night... we went to DaVinci's in Collegeville - pretty good! We talked like grownups. Didn't separate or threaten anyone with time outs, and really had a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a year my parents take the kids to the carnival at Wissahickon HS while we go to dinner then we meet them there for the fireworks. We have recently discovered that the 4th of July is one of my dad's favorites, because of the fireworks, and we have never been disappointed with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFTefHCv9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/U_n4_Qf4gn4/s1600-h/DSC_0006a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084937237490221010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFTefHCv9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/U_n4_Qf4gn4/s320/DSC_0006a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hardest part is the waiting. Both of the boys got glow wands this year and the camera took some really good shots of the light. All the funnel cake, ice cream, and water ice helps, but it takes forever for it to get dark. Then there are all the speeches and then we pull out Patrick's "hear" muffs so he isn't scared of the noise. Once they started Patrick and I looked for the yellow fireworks and commented on how silly they were to have so many Christmas fireworks. I like the ones that whistle and he like the ones that fizzled. William &amp; Tom like them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we have many more of these family outings full of fun and fancy lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFRiPHCv6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zCyesVVnCT4/s1600-h/fire1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084935102891474850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFRiPHCv6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/zCyesVVnCT4/s320/fire1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFRifHCv7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i2EbO5QH3Ks/s1600-h/fire2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084935107186442162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFRifHCv7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/i2EbO5QH3Ks/s320/fire2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFQBPHCv2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/yjFt8zml-8Q/s1600-h/DSC_0006a.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-2521177983807919074?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/2521177983807919074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=2521177983807919074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2521177983807919074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/2521177983807919074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/tom-and-i-got-to-go-out-to-dinner-by.html' title='Friday Night Lights'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpFTGvHCv8I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_k0kA-UTaNI/s72-c/DSC_0001a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-1591983203084303003</id><published>2007-07-07T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:49:45.156-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Beginnings'/><title type='text'>New Beginings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBBZ_HCvpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QxAJpPNtFWM/s1600-h/DSC_0044a.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084635893994798738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBBZ_HCvpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QxAJpPNtFWM/s200/DSC_0044a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I am calling this new beginnings for many reasons. First of all I am posting again for the first time in many months...yes Rollie I am doing it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Encouraged in many areas of life right now, I got an extra boost this past weekend with an amazing 48 hours in Rehoboth beach with very special friends and family, here I am starting again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We went to Rehoboth with my friends Rollie &amp; Kate and their son Josh who generously asked us to crash their family vacation for a few days then didn't take it back - go figure! After a week of 4 year old anticipation, we got up at 4 am to meet at Cracker Barrel, where we started off the weekend with pancakes...what could be better. A few hour in the car and Rollie's car started to leak bubbles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A quick stop at Walmart for William's first boogie board and an array of buckets and shovels for Patrick. Off we go to the beach where Josh and two of his very kind friends showed William the finer points of the boogie board. Note to self, water shoes (he has his father's glass feet) and swim shirt. He didn't do so bad for his first time out...a few setbacks, but we were really proud at how he stuck to it for the most part! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084631650567110226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpA9i_HCvlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cAdxeu_qCc8/s400/DSC_0062a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBGjvHCvqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h2d5K-lS0YU/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084641559056662178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBGjvHCvqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h2d5K-lS0YU/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBADvHCvoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pKCNOm_EySI/s1600-h/DSC_0016+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Patrick told everyone there were "socks" in the water and his plans for the weekend were just to dig a big hole. No more Shark Week on the Discovery channel for Patrick! So Patrick dug a hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had lots of time to think on the beach. And quality non-scrapping girlfriend time with Rollie. I tried to eat crabs...but there will just have to be more for Rollie. I love crab, but I can't get past their little faces. I will have to stick to crab cakes! I was also introduced to the Candy Kitchen and Thrashers. I love Vinegar, but I now crave it on everything! Although I have discovered it is not the same on tater tots! I loved giggling and being a pirate with Rollie, we shall have to celebrate national &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Talk like a pirate day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBY0fHCvtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j9xX08gure4/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084661638028771026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBY0fHCvtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/j9xX08gure4/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was hard transitioning back to work. I spent Monday and Tuesday surfing the net looking for hotel rooms to go back..but with work and William's science camp it became painfully clean that I was dreaming. So I just kept waiting for my beach report, and finding new things to pour vinegar on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is hard to put all my thoughts and feelings from the whole weekend in to words, I know I am am blessed in so many areas of my life, and I got to experience quite a few of them over the weekend. It has given me the strength, and the strong desire to start over. It is a new day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Click for further information about this quotation" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quote/5119.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/F._Scott_Fitzgerald/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (1896 - 1940)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084654564217634482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBSYvHCvrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YqOCJ8IGnQ0/s320/DSC_0078a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-1591983203084303003?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/1591983203084303003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=1591983203084303003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1591983203084303003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/1591983203084303003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-calling-this-new-beginnings-for.html' title='New Beginings'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RpBBZ_HCvpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/QxAJpPNtFWM/s72-c/DSC_0044a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-3548681979189858972</id><published>2007-02-25T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:53:20.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/ReJaxyvXd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/NuhlINL1X30/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035687144834168690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/ReJaxyvXd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/NuhlINL1X30/s320/DSC_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/ReJaRSvXd2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/r9psgRuiopM/s1600-h/DSC_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are many thing I want to remember about Patrick's childhood, his love of potato chip cans, the blue Christmas, "hang-burgers"ordered with cheese and without meat. Rescue heroes clenched in his hand, and messes wherever he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can this face get in so much trouble? Our little Patrick is the master at pushing buttons. He has got the pesky little brother thing down to a science. I hope someday William understands that it is his duty to be the little brother and drive us all bezerk! Lucky for us he always follows it up with the clear blue eyes...the great big chocolate covered smile, and an I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-3548681979189858972?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/3548681979189858972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=3548681979189858972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3548681979189858972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/3548681979189858972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-are-many-thing-i-want-to-remember.html' title='Patrick!'/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/ReJaxyvXd3I/AAAAAAAAADI/NuhlINL1X30/s72-c/DSC_0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-5532239584500133695</id><published>2007-02-19T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:37:01.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rdnkpice0_I/AAAAAAAAABk/V7vrsfsEO4s/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033305460835275762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rdnkpice0_I/AAAAAAAAABk/V7vrsfsEO4s/s200/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I am taking care of my violets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;First a little background. I collect violets, or should I say I save them. You know the ones, the half dead violets you see at the grocery store or Home Depot, the ones you know they will throw in the trash rather than give water and light and make healthy again. And even though you know you are going to still pay full price for it you take it home anyway because it still has a chance. I started doing this when I got my first apartment, I have all the special pots and tools, the violet food and rack to sit them in the sun together. I continued my little hobby when we bought our first house but went on hiatus when William was born (once he was mobile he started knocking them over on an accidental, but regular basis). Then came Patrick and I left the pots in a box a little while longer. But last year I saw a sad violet in the store and and brought out the box. Now I have three, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;in varying states of health. Once upon a time I would tend to the violets every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;couple of weeks, now with kids and work, and everything else going on I only do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it when they really need it. Today they didn't, but I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RdnkZSce0-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_v07y4GBjlM/s1600-h/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033305181662401506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RdnkZSce0-I/AAAAAAAAABc/_v07y4GBjlM/s200/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To take care of violets you need to cut out all dead leaves, but not just the dead ones, the dying leaves, when they get to big and start to die, they still pull nutrients from the new ones. The trick is to know when to cut them off. Sometimes you cut a few, and sometimes you cut a lot. You don't always want to cut them off, but you do because you know that in order for the rest of the plant to have enough energy to grow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;they need to go. You also need to turn the soil. add a little new soil, a little food, a little water, a little sun, a little faith, and a little love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So today I am deciding which leaves to cut, how deep I need to go to find the healthy plant again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RdntCyce1BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZOGd3wYoO1I/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033314690719994898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/RdntCyce1BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZOGd3wYoO1I/s200/IMG_1597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully if I do it right...every once and a while....I might get a flower.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-5532239584500133695?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/5532239584500133695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=5532239584500133695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/5532239584500133695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/5532239584500133695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-i-am-taking-care-of-my-violets.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nob0um4wszM/Rdnkpice0_I/AAAAAAAAABk/V7vrsfsEO4s/s72-c/IMG_1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-114253095667654006</id><published>2006-03-16T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:42:36.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/700/2127/1600/DSC_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/700/2127/320/DSC_0159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We signed the papers last night. I didn't think I would be so emotional, but I was. We moved out in September last year, the house has been on the market for 7 months, and I have only been back a handful of times.  Not a day went buy that I didn't make a comment about getting rid of it or say a prayer that it would be bought, but when they called for me to come sign the papers I cried. 115 Marielle Lane.  This was my first real home of my own, of my family.  The home I moved in to as a single woman, the home I married Tom in, the home I brought two beautiful little boys to.  We planted the flowers, we put in the steps, down the side of the house is the perenial flower garden that Tom dug for me my first Mother's day and where I planted the new ones they got me for Mother's day every year since then.  I made some very special friend in this neighborhood, and so did the boys.  Will they remember living here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong I love my new house, it is perfect for where our family is now in life.  But it was my home...and I cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-114253095667654006?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/114253095667654006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=114253095667654006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/114253095667654006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/114253095667654006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-signed-papers-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-114227055184574504</id><published>2006-03-13T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T12:06:09.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love my birthday. I think everyone should! Your birthday is be nice to you day. We grownups seem to take less and less time to be nice to ourselves as the years go by. Several weeks ago I realized that my 35th birthday fell on a friday night. And as much as I love my husband and kids the first thing that came to my mind was "girl's night out!". And what fun it was! There were balloons and cake (with edible glitter!) and chocolate covered strawberries and enchaladas and crocs and some very generous prezzies and croppin' and most of all my girlfriends! I felt like a little girl again! I could not have asked for a better way to spend my birthday! You all made me feel special and loved, and I cherish each one of you! For axe-murders you sure have big hearts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-114227055184574504?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/114227055184574504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=114227055184574504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/114227055184574504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/114227055184574504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-my-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-113813408954237351</id><published>2006-01-24T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T15:21:29.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having one of those days, those days where you have all sorts of deep, meaningful and important things to say and you can't seem to get any of them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type where you want to tell those friends how truly special they are and how much they mean to you and bring to your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days where you want to tell your children how proud you are of them and that there is no one or anything that could replace them in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days where you want to tell your husband how much you love him and that no matter how many times you have to remind him that you need him to change the light bulbs in the other house, you love him the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days where you want to call your parents and tell them that you now get it, you understand the lessons they were trying to teach you when you were small and in return you told them that you hated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And none of these things that make the tightness in your chest come out, today the feeling are there but the words never come.  I think I will go to the grocery store now.  We need milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-113813408954237351?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/113813408954237351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=113813408954237351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/113813408954237351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/113813408954237351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-having-one-of-those-days-those.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21057418.post-113751561992019329</id><published>2006-01-17T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T13:37:39.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;WAIT YOUR TURN! How many times have we heard that? It is hard to be 3. You go with the flow (mostly) and get dragged around, overlooked, and wait for your turn to do all those things that you see others doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning in the car my 3 year old told me that today he is going to play with his big brother's toys.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;He does not want to play with his own, he wants to play with William's. On Tuesday &amp;amp; Thrusdays Patrick spends the day with my parents, so instead of playing with his toys there, he is playing with William's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;How hard it must be to be him, with 4 years between them there are so many things that William does that Patrick is not allowed to do. This weekend was packed full of activities and Patrick got left out of quite a few of them. No play dates, no birthday party, even when we went bowling someone helped him. Don't get me wrong, it is not always like that, but it happens more and more often. Patrick's "turn" is years away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking a trip in the car to the scrapbook store with mommy apparently did not fill the void, so today he is taking his stand! He is playing with those treasured big boy toys that when present, William does not like him to touch unless he has special permission and is in general favor with his big brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess even a 3 year old had his limits. And today he took his turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21057418-113751561992019329?l=trishdaly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/feeds/113751561992019329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21057418&amp;postID=113751561992019329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/113751561992019329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21057418/posts/default/113751561992019329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishdaly.blogspot.com/2006/01/wait-your-turn-how-many-times-have-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Trish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17683704397796437825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h132/woogmom/web4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
