<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:56:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I AM the queen!</title><description></description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-4933867149169202938</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 04:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T20:08:58.875-08:00</atom:updated><title>Does the cat need a bath?</title><description>Amelia thought so.  She cornered the cat and took a mug with water in it, with a toothbrush, and gave the kitty a 'bath'.  It was very funny, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SxSV2seUAMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OTZ_jpdKghI/s1600/Picture+2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SxSV2seUAMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OTZ_jpdKghI/s320/Picture+2122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410113819262582978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SxSWoNFW91I/AAAAAAAAAUg/9-G5LTMfAEU/s1600/Picture+2124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SxSWoNFW91I/AAAAAAAAAUg/9-G5LTMfAEU/s320/Picture+2124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410114669829879634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-4933867149169202938?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/11/does-cat-need-bath.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SxSV2seUAMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/OTZ_jpdKghI/s72-c/Picture+2122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-1972860902942695671</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T09:46:06.888-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Deal..</title><description>So here is the deal...I have lived in this house now for 18 months, I CAN NOT get organized!  Cleaning up, putting stuff away, fine, but real down to the nitty gritty of organization, can't do it.  No matter what I do, no matter what I try, especially with the kids, I can NOT get organized.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-1972860902942695671?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/09/deal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-585759556196843734</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T23:31:36.810-07:00</atom:updated><title>Rigatoni</title><description>I made Rigatoni for dinner tonight.  The simple act of making Rigatoni really makes me miss my Grandpa.  He always made Rigatoni.  If my memory serves me correct, he made it pretty much every time we visited him or when he came to our house.  He canned (well in a jar) his own sauce and it was good.  I don't think my canned Hunt's sauce is as good as his was, but it just made me remember him and reflect on him.  Oddly enough, the anniversary of his death was just a few days ago.  I love you Grandpa and always will miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-585759556196843734?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/rigatoni.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-4776969675258753702</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2009 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-08T09:05:26.470-07:00</atom:updated><title>We caved...</title><description>and bought the WII..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-4776969675258753702?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-caved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-5824903868444378612</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T18:37:17.413-07:00</atom:updated><title>Update on Wheel among other things.</title><description>We didn't make it..for the inquiring minds.  However we did get to go to 2 tapings..that was fun.  No camera's or phones allowed, therefore I have no pictures to share.  That's about all for the update on Wheel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis just recently got contacts.  That seems to be the biggest news around.  If I were a good mom I would chronicle this event with pictures of her taking them out and putting them in.  I have no batteries for my camera..and my sister need not comment!!  So, when I remember to get batteries, I'll take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all on the homefront at this time.  NOthing to big and exciting.  Just getting ready for school to start in 23 DAYS!!!!!   I could not be MORE excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-5824903868444378612?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-on-wheel-among-other-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-2187168887678852991</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Jun 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-23T15:04:23.273-07:00</atom:updated><title>I think..</title><description>I am crazy.  Man, this whole Wheel thing has me so nervous.  Matt keeps telling me to calm down..Every time I think about getting a call I invision how excited I'll be and I hope whom ever calls from Wheel has some good strong ear drums.  However, on the flip side, I have nervous belly and I just keep thinking I can't have butterflies and knotted up tummy till mid-July..that might just kill me.  Man, this waiting thing is making me nuts in the head, and probably giving me some ulcers.  I just had to release it somewhere..so onward with waiting..hope we get the call..I'll let you know either way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-2187168887678852991?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-2985087576922082076</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 05:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T22:48:56.517-07:00</atom:updated><title>Follow up on Wheel of Fortune!</title><description>Well, as luck would have it we made it through the entire audition without getting cut..so far.  We now have to wait to see if we are lucky enough to receive 'that' phone call!!  Matt and I did our best and whatever is meant to happen will!  We are extremely excited about the chance to appear on Wheel and hope it comes!  Being on Wheel has been a LIFELONG dream and goal of mine.  I first tried out in LA when I was 12 for 'Teen Week'.  I froze during the written and did not move on.  I tried out again here in Vegas more that a decade ago, got through the first portion and got cut.  Then, I went to the 'Wheelmobile' audition here in Vegas in April, got called up, but then was chosen to audition for 'Sweethearts Week' instead.  I don't know, I'd rather play with Matt anyways.  We do good as a team and he is fast on his feet!  Hopefully, they see it that way too.  I can't say enough nice things about the 'Wheel of Fortune' staff that was here today.  They were all very nice and kind to us, except Bankrupting us for getting too MANY letters and chances.  I think after about calling out 4 correct letters they would Bankrupt us so others had a chance to shine.  Wish us luck and hopefully we'll tape with 'Wheel' in July!!  I'll keep you all posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-2985087576922082076?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/follow-up-on-wheel-of-fortune.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-1635475108666633366</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T21:46:23.415-07:00</atom:updated><title>WHEEL OF FORTUNE!</title><description>Wish Matt and I well...we are off for an audition for Wheel of Fortune "Sweethearts Week" tomorrow.  We are both excited and nervous! Wish us luck and we'll let you know if we even make through the timed test..that will be our biggest hurdle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-1635475108666633366?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/wheel-of-fortune.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-382481443797671329</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-07T15:23:09.824-07:00</atom:updated><title>Just the creme mom!</title><description>Apparantly Amelia thinks that the only way to eat an oreo is to take the top off, throw that away, eat the creme, and throw the other part away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw9rKCBjlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rELYtsoJ4mw/s1600-h/Picture+1394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw9rKCBjlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rELYtsoJ4mw/s320/Picture+1394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344714669418450514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-382481443797671329?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-creme-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw9rKCBjlI/AAAAAAAAAUA/rELYtsoJ4mw/s72-c/Picture+1394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-4598215659643157091</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-07T15:27:47.871-07:00</atom:updated><title>On to the Fourth Grade...I have a FOURTH GRADER!!</title><description>Eeekk...This means we have 2 more school years of Elementry..not so sure how I feel about Middle school.  It gives me heartburn and palpations just thinking about it.  I REMEMBER Jr. High, it sucked, every moment of it!  I took a couple pictures of Alexis accepting her awards for the third grade year.  Once again, the lighting was awful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw8zC1mGCI/AAAAAAAAATw/UgGGc6sGizk/s1600-h/Picture+1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw8zC1mGCI/AAAAAAAAATw/UgGGc6sGizk/s320/Picture+1390.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344713705414596642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw8zcRc4oI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fYyqFJ-v5R8/s1600-h/Picture+1391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw8zcRc4oI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fYyqFJ-v5R8/s320/Picture+1391.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344713712242320002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis and Ms. Alger.  We will miss her, she was fabulous.  We were lucky to have wonderful teachers this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw-n69RSGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mXmZh2pGGag/s1600-h/Picture+1393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw-n69RSGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/mXmZh2pGGag/s320/Picture+1393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344715713343998050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-4598215659643157091?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-to-fourth-gradei-have-fourth-grader.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw8zC1mGCI/AAAAAAAAATw/UgGGc6sGizk/s72-c/Picture+1390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-92251754785976842</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 22:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-07T15:14:44.250-07:00</atom:updated><title>Congratulations Rielly!!</title><description>Rielly "graduated" from Kindergarten and we are very proud of him.  We are ALL excited for him to eat lunch at school and go all day in August.  Here are some pictures of him at their celebration.  Sorry the pictures are dark...the lighting was horrible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw7F5vN4fI/AAAAAAAAATg/HBIUbAOG1uo/s1600-h/Picture+1386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw7F5vN4fI/AAAAAAAAATg/HBIUbAOG1uo/s320/Picture+1386.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344711830366183922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked all the kids what they wanted to be when they grow up.  This is Rielly telling the audience he would like to be a clown.  I am not kidding...it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw6VhgzsOI/AAAAAAAAATY/ttiHpyezC5U/s1600-h/Picture+1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw6VhgzsOI/AAAAAAAAATY/ttiHpyezC5U/s320/Picture+1385.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344710999229575394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ms. B and Rielly.  She has been the greatest!  We were very lucky and blessed to be able to have her as Rielly's teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw7dT_QG4I/AAAAAAAAATo/rtdjYr_7R3E/s1600-h/Picture+1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw7dT_QG4I/AAAAAAAAATo/rtdjYr_7R3E/s320/Picture+1387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344712232549751682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-92251754785976842?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/06/congratulations-rielly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/Siw7F5vN4fI/AAAAAAAAATg/HBIUbAOG1uo/s72-c/Picture+1386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-8501524167687015939</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-22T11:45:53.949-07:00</atom:updated><title>Amelia--</title><description>So, lately Amelia has a new word.  It is  "shhhh", she puts her finger over her mouth even.  It is not even that she says the word, the problem is she only says it when I tell her "no".  We'll roleplay.  ME: Amelia stop throwing your toy.  AMELIA: &lt;br /&gt;'shhhhh'.  ME: Amelia don't tell me to "shhh".  AMELIA: 'Shh'.  The "shhh" gets shorter the more she tries to get her point across.  What is it with toddlers?  Thanks for tuning in! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-8501524167687015939?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/05/amelia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-4331737842928666083</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 03:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T20:30:24.266-07:00</atom:updated><title>So, I am a SLACKER...</title><description>Ok, see mom, I posted!!  Nothing real exciting here.  We have been busy busy little bees.  We repainted the kitchen and now I need to take those new batteries I bought and take a picture with my camera.  (No need for comment Paula!)  We are getting ready to remove carpet in the "living room", you know the little patch of carpet downstairs and put hardwood in.  We are VERY excited for that.  So, as soon as I get all that done I will take some pictures and post them.  I guess I should finish our Dland trip, huh?  I will after the fair.  I will have fair pictures to post as well.  I have 3 cakes to make this weekend, so I'll be back after Easter/fair.  Wish me luck I am entering a cake in the fair..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-4331737842928666083?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-i-am-slacker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-5649662358115902193</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-03T10:18:33.594-08:00</atom:updated><title>Disneyland--Part 1</title><description>DISNEYLAND--PART 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids and went to Disneyland for 3 days and had a great time.  We were all fairly exhausted by the time we got home, but built tons of great memories.  I hope the kids will always remember their first time at Disneyland.  Amelia however, I don't think she will remember any of it.  That will be interesting to find out in later years.  I had this whole senerio played out in my head, that the kids would arrive on the grounds of Disneyland and say "WOW, COOL".  You know all the "normal" reactions.  We got, "ok".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWB9lZGI/AAAAAAAAARM/cyJLePg4Ayc/s1600-h/Picture+1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWB9lZGI/AAAAAAAAARM/cyJLePg4Ayc/s320/Picture+1242.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298633774154998882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWL9vQJI/AAAAAAAAARU/ThnpT0OmdKw/s1600-h/Picture+1243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWL9vQJI/AAAAAAAAARU/ThnpT0OmdKw/s320/Picture+1243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298633776839999634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWBuQKfI/AAAAAAAAARc/b7VJLORS4gA/s1600-h/Picture+1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWBuQKfI/AAAAAAAAARc/b7VJLORS4gA/s320/Picture+1245.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298633774090693106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWFpJ26I/AAAAAAAAARk/oXdYYvTR3nY/s1600-h/Picture+1246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWFpJ26I/AAAAAAAAARk/oXdYYvTR3nY/s320/Picture+1246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298633775143050146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started by going into Disneyland and first thing saw Mickey Mouse.  The kids were so excited to have Mickey sign their autograph books.  Amelia was not impressed, she freaked out.  I thought I got a picture of Amelia freakin' out but I din't I guess.  Sorry I could not share that with you, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiBSbrBzAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bhqRnmF_ZSA/s1600-h/Picture+1250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiBSbrBzAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bhqRnmF_ZSA/s320/Picture+1250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298627115267247106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiBSryiBMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k7GBjVznoQE/s1600-h/Picture+1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiBSryiBMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/k7GBjVznoQE/s320/Picture+1251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298627119593686210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiBSjHBshI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JhEiwPHZ3zY/s1600-h/Picture+1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiBSjHBshI/AAAAAAAAAQE/JhEiwPHZ3zY/s320/Picture+1253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298627117263729170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met Minnie.  Alexis was so, so excited to meet her and see her house.  Amelia surprisingly like Minnie after our experience with Mickey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiCLlF5llI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-Q8YY5QaGcs/s1600-h/Picture+1254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiCLlF5llI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-Q8YY5QaGcs/s320/Picture+1254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298628097048417874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also ran into Goofy and Pluto.  Goofy was, well, GOOFY!  Had all of us laughing.  THe kids approached him and wanted him to sign their books and he just started leisurely walking away.  The kids just kind of looked at us with that "what is he doing" look and I said follow him, he's being "GOOFY"...Hahahahaha!  I crack myself up.  Then they said "oh", and followed him and Goofy was laughing and it was all good and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDyoFzINI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6DcEC1__KVg/s1600-h/Picture+1255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDyoFzINI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6DcEC1__KVg/s320/Picture+1255.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298629867379826898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDysIy-II/AAAAAAAAAQc/gcSAV5mSh2c/s1600-h/Picture+1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDysIy-II/AAAAAAAAAQc/gcSAV5mSh2c/s320/Picture+1256.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298629868466141314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDz1_QxmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eCbcwSQD1fI/s1600-h/Picture+1257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDz1_QxmI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/eCbcwSQD1fI/s320/Picture+1257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298629888290375266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDzzcnFiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dw-p3ApmINI/s1600-h/Picture+1258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDzzcnFiI/AAAAAAAAAQs/dw-p3ApmINI/s320/Picture+1258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298629887608165922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDylETmeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gm7lSehSips/s1600-h/Picture+1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiDylETmeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/gm7lSehSips/s320/Picture+1259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298629866568260066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are other pictures of Tigger and Pooh.  We had fun with them.  Tigger was a hoot and he made us laugh and laugh.  Must of been having a good day, cause he was very funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiGF0KBiNI/AAAAAAAAARE/funQwc0gYho/s1600-h/Picture+1297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiGF0KBiNI/AAAAAAAAARE/funQwc0gYho/s320/Picture+1297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298632396059543762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiGFyfGA_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1Y1s4b4Gmvc/s1600-h/Picture+1296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiGFyfGA_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/1Y1s4b4Gmvc/s320/Picture+1296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298632395611046898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very cool ride.  Buzz Lightyear ride was was fun.  The ride is interactive, so you go through basically playing a big video game.  You shoot out of these laser guns and shoot at the "enemies" targets and get points.  As you walk out it tells you what rank you got based off your points range.  Very fun ride and the kids loved it.  I think it was probably one of their favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI_MxjTSI/AAAAAAAAASM/H_rwsoKhJPI/s1600-h/Picture+1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI_MxjTSI/AAAAAAAAASM/H_rwsoKhJPI/s320/Picture+1211.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635580943584546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-wPvt0I/AAAAAAAAASE/PQSArk1_TvM/s1600-h/Picture+1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-wPvt0I/AAAAAAAAASE/PQSArk1_TvM/s320/Picture+1210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635573285599042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lex on Lightyear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-9rHm3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/LztPBINi4c4/s1600-h/Picture+1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-9rHm3I/AAAAAAAAAR8/LztPBINi4c4/s320/Picture+1209.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635576890071922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rielly on Lightyear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-b6YhPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jXRo54jYxPQ/s1600-h/Picture+1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-b6YhPI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jXRo54jYxPQ/s320/Picture+1208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635567827289330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt, Lex, and Amelia on Lightyear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-ZNOzcI/AAAAAAAAARs/DedIGnIMnNw/s1600-h/Picture+1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiI-ZNOzcI/AAAAAAAAARs/DedIGnIMnNw/s320/Picture+1207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635567101038018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more later...Part 2 and maybe 3 coming shortly..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-5649662358115902193?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/02/disneyland-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SYiHWB9lZGI/AAAAAAAAARM/cyJLePg4Ayc/s72-c/Picture+1242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-8890202933686768874</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 23:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-14T15:21:29.317-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Last Post</title><description>Apparantly I was misinformed and tried to email all of you based on the email Isent previous.  It's all false.  This does not change my mind on any abortion anything or my feelings on Obama.  It doesn't change anything I previously wrote.  However, I am ticked that I got sent misinformation.  Thanks and sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-8890202933686768874?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-last-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-6196569799128160079</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 07:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T23:48:30.771-08:00</atom:updated><title>Quote of the Day....</title><description>"People may say wow that sucks, but at least they say wow" Ace of Cakes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-6196569799128160079?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-3544155694661239893</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 12:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T04:11:30.315-08:00</atom:updated><title>Lynne Lougy</title><description>Our reason for going to Utah was not a fun one.  Matt's mom was in a coma and passed away Friday, December 19.  Here is her obituary..Thanks to all who offered support for Matt, it is not a fun or easy experience losing a parent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne Bates Curtis Lougy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne was born on Oct. 5, 1946, to Elman Bates Curtis and Madelyn Huffman Curtis. Lynne returned home to her Heavenly Father on Dec. 19, 2008. Being a lifelong member of the LDS Church, Lynne married her loving husband, Dennis Leroy Lougy on June 25, 1965, in the Salt Lake Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne is a beloved daughter of our Heavenly Father who has given her life in charity and service to others. She is mother, sister, friend, missionary, musician, a poet, a tender heart and a warm smile. Lynne enjoyed being a grandmother to all the children, in and out of her family. She led music and told stories as sister friendly in primary. Of all the titles, sweetheart, sweetie pie, honey and dear, the dearest is loving wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynne is survived by her husband Dennis and her six children; Karen, Bryan (Nancy Cragun), Sherri (Sifa Mahe), Deanna, Matthew (Wendi Draude), April May. She is also survived by her eight younger brothers and sisters. Her joy was complete with 13 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you our special angel, sister friendly, sweetheart, mom, sister and grandma, you are loved tremendously and will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral services will be held on Dec. 23, at 1 p.m. at the LDS Tooele 4th ward, on the corner of 200 South and 200 West. A viewing will be held prior to services at 11 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of flowers a donation can be given at Zions Bank in Tooele in Lynne B. Lougy’s name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences can be sent to www.SereniCare.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-3544155694661239893?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/lynne-lougy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-838894945025675275</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T04:07:38.034-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Train</title><description>While in Utah, we decided it would be fun to take the kids to see the lights on Temple Square.  Well, Northern Utah has this fabulous train that takes you from Nancy's area to SLC.  We rode the train (Rielly was in heaven).  We had lots of fun, unfortunately my camera died and Nancy's card rejected all the pictures we took at Temple Square.  The train ride is all I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly, Amelia, Aunt Nancy, and Rielly.  Freezing while waiting.  It was COLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkzkM-k0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/cXLF8QqxBcE/s1600-h/Picture+1197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkzkM-k0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/cXLF8QqxBcE/s320/Picture+1197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283325781169050434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate, Alexis, Holly, Amelia, Rielly, Eric, and Lilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkSrGgzAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5yb_KPhT2LY/s1600-h/Picture+1199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkSrGgzAI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5yb_KPhT2LY/s320/Picture+1199.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283325216085298178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, Matt, Uncle Bryan, and Nate's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkSQ6UCjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-lOf4cKVaXo/s1600-h/Picture+1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkSQ6UCjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/-lOf4cKVaXo/s320/Picture+1200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283325209054808626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkSWRhMOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0fu8GgVG-U0/s1600-h/Picture+1201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkSWRhMOI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0fu8GgVG-U0/s320/Picture+1201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283325210494316770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally riding the train, Lilly and Rielly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkRxhwxII/AAAAAAAAAO8/7Bzz4DNTLvY/s1600-h/Picture+1202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkRxhwxII/AAAAAAAAAO8/7Bzz4DNTLvY/s320/Picture+1202.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283325200630334594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rielly, Alexis, Holly, and Eric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkRl9rhHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f8GYZSCMwPw/s1600-h/Picture+1203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkRl9rhHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/f8GYZSCMwPw/s320/Picture+1203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283325197526205554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-838894945025675275?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/train.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIkzkM-k0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/cXLF8QqxBcE/s72-c/Picture+1197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-5540404359262970580</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T03:54:16.930-08:00</atom:updated><title>Pig tails for Amelia</title><description>We were all in SHOCK and amazement that Amelia actually let someone put her hair up.  Nancy was able to do her hair. I won't lie and say it lasted all day, but it did last a good couple hours.  We got pictures for proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIiv_gYuxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W-i8JFBqzdc/s1600-h/Picture+1194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIiv_gYuxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W-i8JFBqzdc/s320/Picture+1194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283323520755481362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIivviUjKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/IPxJ147Vixg/s1600-h/Picture+1196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIivviUjKI/AAAAAAAAAOk/IPxJ147Vixg/s320/Picture+1196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283323516468628642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-5540404359262970580?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/pig-tails-for-amelia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIiv_gYuxI/AAAAAAAAAOs/W-i8JFBqzdc/s72-c/Picture+1194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-2938850277620430223</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T03:50:37.417-08:00</atom:updated><title>The kids visit with Santa</title><description>While in Utah we went and visted with Santa.  Aunt Nancy, her nephew Patrick, Alexis, Rielly, and Amelia.  I think the kids thought this Santa was a bit 'interesting'.  They had fun though.  &lt;br /&gt;Rielly AKA 'Ralphie'-As Santa put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIg3qH96aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YI9tvXvy6UM/s1600-h/Picture+1172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIg3qH96aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YI9tvXvy6UM/s320/Picture+1172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283321453431613858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis and Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgqEiJc6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0sHqm6wDVlE/s1600-h/Picture+1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgqEiJc6I/AAAAAAAAAOU/0sHqm6wDVlE/s320/Picture+1174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283321220002575266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia not liking Santa, AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpvivMwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3F2OYAs7gJE/s1600-h/Picture+1175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpvivMwI/AAAAAAAAAOM/3F2OYAs7gJE/s320/Picture+1175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283321214367904514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rielly, AKA 'Ralphie' showing us the coloring book from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpiZB0qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JMUz3TMTsU4/s1600-h/Picture+1177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpiZB0qI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JMUz3TMTsU4/s320/Picture+1177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283321210837521058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick and Rielly completely crashed out on the ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpYRarBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QKWZl49r3ZY/s1600-h/Picture+1178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpYRarBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QKWZl49r3ZY/s320/Picture+1178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283321208121240594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia covering her face because she hates stormy weather..poor kid was traumatized from the summer storm we drove through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpHEE2sI/AAAAAAAAAN0/P-q_2zeqNEA/s1600-h/Picture+1179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIgpHEE2sI/AAAAAAAAAN0/P-q_2zeqNEA/s320/Picture+1179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283321203501882050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-2938850277620430223?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/kids-visit-with-santa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIg3qH96aI/AAAAAAAAAOc/YI9tvXvy6UM/s72-c/Picture+1172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-2318780161720743694</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T03:37:35.919-08:00</atom:updated><title>More snow!</title><description>The other snow was Wednesday, Dec 17.  This one shut down the city.  Mainly because there are not snowplows here and it snowed enough to cancel school.  This is the only good picture I got.  In the picture is my tree in my front yard, it is not real happy to be cold and covered in snow. The white dots is snow, not a bad camera.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIeRSs3r2I/AAAAAAAAANs/9-CLdnNKfYY/s1600-h/Picture+1188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIeRSs3r2I/AAAAAAAAANs/9-CLdnNKfYY/s320/Picture+1188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283318595285659490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-2318780161720743694?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIeRSs3r2I/AAAAAAAAANs/9-CLdnNKfYY/s72-c/Picture+1188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-2082830305283004436</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Dec 2008 11:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-24T03:32:24.916-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Here are some pictures of the snow..this is from the first snow Monday, Dec 15.&lt;br /&gt;THe snow was just starting here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcy_XFjmI/AAAAAAAAANk/32kQhNE9KC8/s1600-h/Picture+1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcy_XFjmI/AAAAAAAAANk/32kQhNE9KC8/s320/Picture+1160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283316975186316898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all we got-enough for Rielly to play in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcy-MvhKI/AAAAAAAAANc/lVV0myd-OtY/s1600-h/Picture+1162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcy-MvhKI/AAAAAAAAANc/lVV0myd-OtY/s320/Picture+1162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283316974874494114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rielly making a snowball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcyumciCI/AAAAAAAAANU/OT_9x_1PDnI/s1600-h/Picture+1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcyumciCI/AAAAAAAAANU/OT_9x_1PDnI/s320/Picture+1166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283316970687334434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rielly looking at the snow in awe and amazement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcyWfMzGI/AAAAAAAAANM/7ty6zScd6dQ/s1600-h/Picture+1164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcyWfMzGI/AAAAAAAAANM/7ty6zScd6dQ/s320/Picture+1164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283316964214492258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-2082830305283004436?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/here-are-some-pictures-of-snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A2H9cV1uNSs/SVIcy_XFjmI/AAAAAAAAANk/32kQhNE9KC8/s72-c/Picture+1160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-852988462500395739</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-23T10:45:29.106-08:00</atom:updated><title>I PASSED STATS!!!</title><description>This one was a nail bitter!  Thanks for tuning in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-852988462500395739?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-passed-stats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-6360886774563593326</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 17:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T09:58:15.373-08:00</atom:updated><title>LET IT.....WHAT??</title><description>Yep, that's right, it's snowing!! Excitment for the kids, not so much for us that have to face the Las Vegas/California drivers.  Heaven help us today!!  It is beautiful and I don't miss it.  However, it is a really nice change from the norm.  But I will be happy for the sun again tomorrow or the next day!  I will post pictures later after it accumalates a little more.  Yes, it's sticking.  Rielly will be so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-6360886774563593326?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-itwhat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2358813568954119086.post-1362487459999408630</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2008 03:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-15T19:35:55.253-08:00</atom:updated><title>Haven't heard...</title><description>ANYTHING!  Still waiting on Michael's.  Remember I talked about the infamous 'personality' test?  Well apparantly all is well with that, they are STILL waiting on my background.  All I can figure is that just what Wilton said, all the holiday hiring is backing up the background checkers.  So, I'll let you all know, when I know.  Still wish me some luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2358813568954119086-1362487459999408630?l=imdqueen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://imdqueen.blogspot.com/2008/11/havent-heard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Wendi)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>