<?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-604815520859649151</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:51:27.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fullercoaster</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-4781450178779981477</id><published>2010-07-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:04:07.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3  Hattiesburg to Canton, GA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES1rb2LjLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RcSFhMlzwBE/s1600/chunkysign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495717203112856754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES1rb2LjLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RcSFhMlzwBE/s320/chunkysign.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;div&gt;We made our way up through Mississippi on a very green route-beautiful but strange for us, coming from the desert. On our way we crossed over the Chunky River-which we loved. The name proved great hours of fun for our family-I know&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES1sY_540I/AAAAAAAAAyo/7WZWb9Yh8oo/s1600/chunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, easily &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES2j1EihfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Ii8shs6a-B0/s1600/chunky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495718171956643314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES2j1EihfI/AAAAAAAAAyw/Ii8shs6a-B0/s320/chunky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amused...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES9ZpTnoTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/9vY0IJBlv8E/s1600/ricky-bobby-if-you-aint-first.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495725693581369650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES9ZpTnoTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/9vY0IJBlv8E/s320/ricky-bobby-if-you-aint-first.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also stopped off at an country store where we browsed antiques and bought boiled peanuts (YUM!) WE zipped through Alabama, with a nod to Ricky Bobby as we passed Talladega Raceway-Shaken'Bake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Towards the afternoon, we meandered on the outskirts of Atlanta (thanks Ms. Garmin) and arrived in Canton in the early evening. Canton is about 45 miles north of Atlanta proper. I liken it to Maricopa and Phoenix, except a WHOLE Lot Greener....Aubreigh had been monitoring our progress by phone up to this point, so we checked into our hotel and went and picked her up so she could join us for dinner at a local restaurant for. ..what else? Mexican food (her choice obviously).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495724628028267010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES8bnz9mgI/AAAAAAAAAy4/dnIP9P9b6IY/s320/canton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A humorous AZ dweller anecdote here: the restaurant was crowded with a wait time of 30 min. or so. We asked if the patio was full and the hostess said, "No, if you want to eat out there?" She sounded surprised, but we made our way out to the patio and enjoyed glorious weather (and had the patio to ourselves). It was about 80 degrees with little or no humidity, but comments from passers by clued us in to why we were alone out there---it was way too hot to be outside! Please......&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/604815520859649151-4781450178779981477?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4781450178779981477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=4781450178779981477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4781450178779981477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4781450178779981477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-3-hattiesburg-to-canton-ga.html' title='Day 3  Hattiesburg to Canton, GA'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TES1rb2LjLI/AAAAAAAAAyg/RcSFhMlzwBE/s72-c/chunkysign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-6399125809474051511</id><published>2010-07-14T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:18:36.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2  San Antonio to Hattiesburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We woke up and got to sample breakfast at our hotel. For a continental breakfast it wasn't bad-biscuits and gravy and these Texas-shaped waffles....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5GTnnPTlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/F3qhjFMOqOo/s1600/gatrip+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493905898303606354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5GTnnPTlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/F3qhjFMOqOo/s320/gatrip+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5Gwi9JJrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ru7tQdzDDz8/s1600/gatrip+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493906395269506738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5Gwi9JJrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ru7tQdzDDz8/s320/gatrip+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5Gwi9JJrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/ru7tQdzDDz8/s1600/gatrip+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so that's enough of the food pictures--I promised myself I wouldn't take pictures of food, but these were unique, so please forgive my foray into foodphotoland.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We stopped off at a local H.E.B. (grocery store) to pick up some of Doug's favorite spices that are manufactured and we can get only here-Uncle Chris' Steak Seasoning. We then were off on our next leg of the journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At this point I have to admit my secret crush on the Garmin lady. Doug's friend and co-worker Joel let him borrow his GPS to help us make the trip easier. The lady likes a direct route, but is also not afraid of meandering roadways (be still my heart!) We took a lesser known path to get from our little outskirt town to the main highway and saw some beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8F9LBINmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/WUsqL2qwfPA/s1600/bucees+bath.bmp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494116618902976098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8F9LBINmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/WUsqL2qwfPA/s320/bucees+bath.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost to Houston, we made a stop at a Buc*ees. Now folks, I gotta tell you about this place so that you can experience it if you're ever traveling through Texas. They have a virtual hotel of restrooms with personal hand sanitizer machines outside each door. I mean, this bathroom is nicer than my living room. Even Doug admitted to wanting to take off his hat and stay awhile and that's sayin' something!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bond boys take note: there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8F9hrUFmI/AAAAAAAAAyI/EkgXV2pZSg8/s1600/Jerky_Counter.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494116624985495138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8F9hrUFmI/AAAAAAAAAyI/EkgXV2pZSg8/s320/Jerky_Counter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;is a.......du,dada,dah!....jerky deli! A whole counter dedicated to dried and or smoked meats. Ya gotcher pepperoni sticks, your links, your nuggets and of course 20 different styles and flavors of jerky sold by the quarter pound (even venison and buffalo!) AND they hand out samples! I spent 20 minutes there alone...shameful...I know....but after our grand tour and the purchase of a jerky sampler, 5 hour energy drink and a bag of Beaver Nuggets(yummy cinnamon concoctions-think cap'n crunch) we were again on our way. Okay, so now you're vindicated in your thoughts that I'm a superfreak, but all I have to say to that is: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5LV2aG4sI/AAAAAAAAAww/jTjn15PjTVQ/s1600/BuceesOutdoor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493911434192937666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 510px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5LV2aG4sI/AAAAAAAAAww/jTjn15PjTVQ/s320/BuceesOutdoor4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5LV2aG4sI/AAAAAAAAAww/jTjn15PjTVQ/s1600/BuceesOutdoor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5LV2aG4sI/AAAAAAAAAww/jTjn15PjTVQ/s1600/BuceesOutdoor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We continued on down the road and hit Louisiana soon. I have always been a little tender towards the swampy southland since that road trip my mom and I took when I was 16. We truly saw America and in that portion of the trip I saw old men sitting on their porches with corncob pipes or a banjo...so cool. This time, however, we pretty much stayed to the interstate, but still saw some cool bayou and got to travel over endless miles of bridge/highway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We pulled into New Orleans in the afternoon on the 4th of July. Of course we headed straight for the French Quarter and had beignets at Cafe Du Monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD7-8l0m3WI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Or9CEn3B2To/s1600/gatrip+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494108912336952674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD7-8l0m3WI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Or9CEn3B2To/s320/gatrip+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD7-9CnyBBI/AAAAAAAAAxI/mGlJR6sc8yQ/s1600/gatrip+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494108920067785746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD7-9CnyBBI/AAAAAAAAAxI/mGlJR6sc8yQ/s320/gatrip+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8IJGYH8DI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_Rh_dCHqDIg/s1600/gatrip+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494119022838935602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8IJGYH8DI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_Rh_dCHqDIg/s320/gatrip+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8IIitV9OI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vxlJ5fXrlAE/s1600/CafeDuMondeLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494119013264258274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8IIitV9OI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vxlJ5fXrlAE/s320/CafeDuMondeLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They were gearing up for 4th fireworks and were pretty crowded, but we were still able to see a few quaint spots. I would have loved to take a cemetary tour (most amazing cemetaries I've ever seen), but it was getting late, so we headed back to the road. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CHKyr40I/AAAAAAAAAxo/RyRDyZ2b2Jo/s1600/gatrip+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112392594580290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CHKyr40I/AAAAAAAAAxo/RyRDyZ2b2Jo/s320/gatrip+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CH2KxCfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/H50dFCiTKpo/s1600/gatrip+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112404238305778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CH2KxCfI/AAAAAAAAAxw/H50dFCiTKpo/s320/gatrip+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&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;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CGFH-2_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/w52NR69tJ6U/s1600/gatrip+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112373893422066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CGFH-2_I/AAAAAAAAAxY/w52NR69tJ6U/s320/gatrip+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CGtZstmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Y5CnsQSKc-8/s1600/gatrip+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494112384705148514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8CGtZstmI/AAAAAAAAAxg/Y5CnsQSKc-8/s320/gatrip+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;That night, we were able to watch fireworks over Lake Pontchartain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8D20oggWI/AAAAAAAAAx4/A70ddE4rwqo/s1600/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494114310791659874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD8D20oggWI/AAAAAAAAAx4/A70ddE4rwqo/s320/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-6399125809474051511?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6399125809474051511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=6399125809474051511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6399125809474051511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6399125809474051511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2-san-antonio-to-hattiesburg.html' title='Day 2  San Antonio to Hattiesburg'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TD5GTnnPTlI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/F3qhjFMOqOo/s72-c/gatrip+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-201544455618432071</id><published>2010-07-13T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:51:43.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It all Goes South......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We just got back from a trip to Atlanta to visit Aubreigh and had a fabulous time! Here's a day-by-day chronicle of our adventure. Laissez les bons temps rouler!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day 1 Travel to San Antonio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We left at midnight to get an early start on our trip. The girls slept a good portion of the day and watched some videos. Afton also tracked our progress on her map. When we saw this, we knew we had to stop and get ourselves some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt; of that.....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtHBYQzMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/-Ujm0daAnQ0/s1600/gatrip+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493385612881874114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtHBYQzMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/-Ujm0daAnQ0/s320/gatrip+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;We pulled into San Antonio around 4:00 and had just enou&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtHrVaAgI/AAAAAAAAAvw/RqdvupZkCgE/s1600/gatrip+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493385624144183810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtHrVaAgI/AAAAAAAAAvw/RqdvupZkCgE/s320/gatrip+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gh time to tour the Alamo&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtIrWPV9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/RZ5vD7o_RrM/s1600/gatrip+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493385641327548370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtIrWPV9I/AAAAAAAAAwA/RZ5vD7o_RrM/s320/gatrip+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtIa-JxAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ZbO3OwsuVas/s1600/gatrip+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493385636931552258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtIa-JxAI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ZbO3OwsuVas/s320/gatrip+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                   We also had a chance to walk&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtJCN7-5I/AAAAAAAAAwI/87ZDzCGhdPE/s1600/gatrip+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493385647466740626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtJCN7-5I/AAAAAAAAAwI/87ZDzCGhdPE/s320/gatrip+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the riverwalk.  It was beautiful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wrapped up the evening with the purchase of fireworks (yeah!) and dinner at Maverick-which was a referral-a very good one I might add-from our salesgirl at the fireworks stand.  The faire was southern and the chicken fried steak was a s big as my plate!  and the fried okra?  mmmmm...mmmmm!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-201544455618432071?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/201544455618432071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=201544455618432071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/201544455618432071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/201544455618432071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-it-all-goes-south.html' title='When It all Goes South......'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxtHBYQzMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/-Ujm0daAnQ0/s72-c/gatrip+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-2227912264528147337</id><published>2010-06-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:45:30.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Orphan Jorja</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5da65e74b9e2f05" 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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5da65e74b9e2f05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330075979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A27A046E8B2F28138C945797BB4E8AD8C3434B.6C71FD03907A3088C2888DA35EB41E2D5C743036%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5da65e74b9e2f05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqXSIa9zyEy-sYxIZ0puVi17n5pU&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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5da65e74b9e2f05%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330075979%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D68A27A046E8B2F28138C945797BB4E8AD8C3434B.6C71FD03907A3088C2888DA35EB41E2D5C743036%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5da65e74b9e2f05%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqXSIa9zyEy-sYxIZ0puVi17n5pU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Jorja recently appeared in our school's first play-Annie Jr.  She had a role as an extra orphan.  She's the one in pigtails....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-2227912264528147337?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2227912264528147337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=2227912264528147337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/2227912264528147337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/2227912264528147337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-orphan-jorja.html' title='Little Orphan Jorja'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7350879328540499710</id><published>2010-06-05T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:31:13.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great graduation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxqSwLyKWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/hkJuO6jeEpE/s1600/june+013.JPG"&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxqRwisz_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/OvTsowZxM2k/s1600/june+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493382498805927922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxqRwisz_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/OvTsowZxM2k/s320/june+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our little Jorja graduated from kindergarten this week-with honors! She was asked to represent her class and give a short speech about what kindergarten meant to her. We are very proud of her!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493382508199307042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxqSTiQZyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/PujLJiamLvw/s320/june+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493382528409735378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxqTe0zENI/AAAAAAAAAvg/rngTb5bTl90/s320/june+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-7350879328540499710?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7350879328540499710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7350879328540499710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7350879328540499710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7350879328540499710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2010/06/great-graduation.html' title='Great graduation!'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxqRwisz_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/OvTsowZxM2k/s72-c/june+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-423379979715066441</id><published>2009-12-28T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:21:53.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out for the rolling snowball!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxn65Y6mKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/NspM22-MWLY/s1600/DSCI1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493379907020560546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxn65Y6mKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/NspM22-MWLY/s320/DSCI1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxmu2RSgEI/AAAAAAAAAug/GD_3-poA_A0/s1600/DSCI1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493378600513208386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxmu2RSgEI/AAAAAAAAAug/GD_3-poA_A0/s320/DSCI1150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxmuJO4tCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oS1k7786s5Q/s1600/DSCI1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493378588423533602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxmuJO4tCI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/oS1k7786s5Q/s320/DSCI1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxmtiML7xI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZvhFjMF3OFw/s1600/DSCI1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493378577943228178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxmtiML7xI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZvhFjMF3OFw/s320/DSCI1147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made our annual trip up to Flagstaff to play in the snow and visit the reindeer. This time Aubreigh got to come along.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493379929763495986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxn8OHQQDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/lSEUX4msTiQ/s320/DSCI1164.JPG" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493379917826087330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxn7hpJ2aI/AAAAAAAAAu4/a-xTeEHS6qY/s320/DSCI1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493379914385084866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxn7U0wUcI/AAAAAAAAAuw/HDe9AmHHIOQ/s320/DSCI1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-423379979715066441?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/423379979715066441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=423379979715066441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/423379979715066441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/423379979715066441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/12/watch-out-for-rolling-snowball.html' title='Watch out for the rolling snowball!'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxn65Y6mKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/NspM22-MWLY/s72-c/DSCI1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-4938905292636671228</id><published>2009-11-30T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:07:57.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxk13n7A5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/fEuWORW4aZo/s1600/DSCI1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493376522112402322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxk13n7A5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/fEuWORW4aZo/s320/DSCI1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afton won her class spelling bee and went on as representative to the school spelling bee! We are very proud of her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493375941967768962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxkUGaqbYI/AAAAAAAAAt4/QlFrot2B4zk/s320/DSCI1168-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-4938905292636671228?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4938905292636671228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=4938905292636671228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4938905292636671228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4938905292636671228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2010/07/spelling-bee.html' title='Spelling Bee'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxk13n7A5I/AAAAAAAAAuA/fEuWORW4aZo/s72-c/DSCI1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-8619241776098975086</id><published>2009-11-10T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:15:01.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afton is eight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvnPjsMAAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/CzMb7kAN4cE/s1600/DSCI1122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvkjBvoXpI/AAAAAAAAArs/twuJ68P1wQQ/s1600/DSCI1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493235460923219602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvkjBvoXpI/AAAAAAAAArs/twuJ68P1wQQ/s400/DSCI1104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our beautiful little Afton turned eight and was baptised this last Saturday. We are proud of her example and are grateful for her spirit in our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493237866977583410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvmvE_sYTI/AAAAAAAAAsI/YNIHIC6lakM/s400/DSCI1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493239270349408594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvoAw9nCVI/AAAAAAAAAsY/UxuSTgm6MRw/s320/DSCI1123.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-8619241776098975086?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8619241776098975086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=8619241776098975086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8619241776098975086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8619241776098975086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/11/afton-is-eight.html' title='Afton is eight!'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvkjBvoXpI/AAAAAAAAArs/twuJ68P1wQQ/s72-c/DSCI1104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7011119633453475321</id><published>2009-10-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:55:06.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvjfTiFE7I/AAAAAAAAArk/cJk55qSxXwI/s1600/DSCI1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493234297467114418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvjfTiFE7I/AAAAAAAAArk/cJk55qSxXwI/s400/DSCI1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvjJ0whi1I/AAAAAAAAArc/7qO0UiE0qEA/s1600/DSCI1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233928428948306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvjJ0whi1I/AAAAAAAAArc/7qO0UiE0qEA/s400/DSCI1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvin_iCRLI/AAAAAAAAArU/YQCsE9NkaDA/s1600/DSCI1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493233347205416114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvin_iCRLI/AAAAAAAAArU/YQCsE9NkaDA/s400/DSCI1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-7011119633453475321?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7011119633453475321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7011119633453475321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7011119633453475321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7011119633453475321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvjfTiFE7I/AAAAAAAAArk/cJk55qSxXwI/s72-c/DSCI1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-6590012461226094008</id><published>2009-10-30T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T05:53:28.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxgpmi_TQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/wCnbH4mvc_A/s1600/DSCI1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493371913323367682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxgpmi_TQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/wCnbH4mvc_A/s200/DSCI1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxf6_CchVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/sK3hk1Cwuuw/s1600/DSCI1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493371112443905362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxf6_CchVI/AAAAAAAAAtA/sK3hk1Cwuuw/s200/DSCI1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For her special 8th birthday, Afton chose to have a "fairy" birthday party. She invited some of her pixie pals and we had a magical time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We manufactured our own vials of pixie dust and every one was christened with their own new fairy moniker using the magical fairy wand...:*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493372770398060674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxhbfZhQII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/rH_dlXKAi10/s320/DSCI1127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We finished off with tiny fairy cupcakes and pixie punch.  Everyone had a magical time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-6590012461226094008?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6590012461226094008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=6590012461226094008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6590012461226094008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6590012461226094008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/fairy-good-times.html' title='Fairy Good Times'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxgpmi_TQI/AAAAAAAAAtI/wCnbH4mvc_A/s72-c/DSCI1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-5329055571554059356</id><published>2009-10-20T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T05:41:02.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Disney in the Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493242162372902274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvqpGlvfYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AlY5VscM-co/s400/DSCI1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvqN76wGXI/AAAAAAAAAso/PPOuOHxZJBw/s1600/DSCI1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493241695651764594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvqN76wGXI/AAAAAAAAAso/PPOuOHxZJBw/s400/DSCI1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvpdZPAHFI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kZDCeD6JMdA/s1600/DSCI1058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493240861707738194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvpdZPAHFI/AAAAAAAAAsg/kZDCeD6JMdA/s200/DSCI1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493369778282884386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDxetU5q7SI/AAAAAAAAAs4/emI5rSgvmgA/s200/DSCI1038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-5329055571554059356?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5329055571554059356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=5329055571554059356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5329055571554059356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5329055571554059356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/10/doing-disney-in-fall.html' title='Doing Disney in the Fall'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/TDvqpGlvfYI/AAAAAAAAAsw/AlY5VscM-co/s72-c/DSCI1021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-811581313070697753</id><published>2009-07-20T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:12:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken what...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SmShGQmFdzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SNLQJvL21Yk/s1600-h/jorock.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360586585383728946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SmShGQmFdzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SNLQJvL21Yk/s400/jorock.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH- our Jorja....Always something new! She has got quite the imagination and personality. She comes up with stuff--well, that we don't know where she comes up with it from. How's that for an awkward sentence? Lately, she has been in naughty mode and has received quite a few swats or spankings (depending on who gives them). The first time my husband reached back and swatted her leg-- because she was hanging upside down in the backseat while we were driving down the highway and she had been asked several times to sit in her booster and put on her seat belt-- she cried out, "Great! Now I have a &lt;em&gt;chicken leg&lt;/em&gt;!!" I'm laughing as I write this- as I also did while driving during this incident. My husband is much better at keeping a straight face during Jorja's episodes, so he asks her "What do you mean, chicken leg?" To which she reponded in a weepy, matter of fact way, "Well, just look at it. What do you think?" Which almost awarded her ANOTHER chicken leg, but Doug restrained himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can only decipher that she means it's tingly and rubbery like a chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, of course there have been many chicken body part sightings throughout this last two weeks- BUT the crowning glory came last night, as it inevitably would, after Doug found her painting the wall with an unknown substance and I heard, "Great! Now I have a &lt;em&gt;chicken butt&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360591267609185026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SmSlWzPoCwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/kdGONUr2WKM/s400/joalo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-811581313070697753?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/811581313070697753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=811581313070697753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/811581313070697753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/811581313070697753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/07/chicken-what.html' title='Chicken what...?'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SmShGQmFdzI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SNLQJvL21Yk/s72-c/jorock.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-8281325893699801219</id><published>2009-07-10T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:31:41.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vague Wonderings</title><content type='html'>Why is it  that as you get into the higher numbers of clothing sizes, people think you have a secret desire to join the circus or become a human billboard?  Just because I'm "plus-sized" doesn't mean I've shoved all my taste down the hill in a grocery cart.  No, I don't like bright, blaring colors slammed together in a frenetic print.  I don't want anybody to think I'm more inwardly crazy than I already am.  I also don't want to advertise SeanJohn or Babyphat or anyone else.  What do I personally have to gain from a t-shirt that says" Eat at Joe's- I obviously do.....alot" ?  I don't need extra gauze or gold studs to bring major attention to myself, because when I'm in an enclosed space- let's face it- I'm hard to miss.  I don't need to hurt someone with my gold studs or lame' belt as I'm passing by.  Listen up, designers of America, big people like jeans too! and not with elastic in the back or giant pleats and leather lace-ups in the front!  I'm pretty sure I can make it into a pair of jeans with out an attached, bright pink shoehorn(new accessory!) or the corset laceups. &lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me as I go and change- these red leather pants are making me sweat......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-8281325893699801219?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8281325893699801219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=8281325893699801219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8281325893699801219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8281325893699801219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/07/vague-wonderings.html' title='Vague Wonderings'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-5443983406825126950</id><published>2009-07-01T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:59:34.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOJO's Princess Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNJzsKOdrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JSmr1UcEElU/s1600-h/PICT0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373719932759340722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNJzsKOdrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JSmr1UcEElU/s400/PICT0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jorja turned 5! on July 1st. We celebrated with a Princess Party, inviting all of her princess pals who could clear their busy calendars for that special day.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373720556626964402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNKYAP277I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/WS4dR-2o-IY/s400/PICT0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of the princesses were there, from Ariel to Jasmine, all decked out in their finest. There were were even a few princes present, which rounded it all out nicely! We had great fun decorating our new crowns and jumping in the royal bouncy house........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373722250825271730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNL6noNibI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b-trVoVSPLo/s400/PICT0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373722576892519282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNMNmUs43I/AAAAAAAAAgw/SHtUIdohrGA/s400/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /&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;p&gt;We played the Angelina Ballerina Ballet game and showed off all of our best ballet positions.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373724555132901218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNOAv19l2I/AAAAAAAAAhI/Oz_gA4z7mpM/s400/PICT0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373724822449693266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNOQTrQIlI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kF9ec5CqOkc/s400/PICT0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Pretty, Pretty Princess (or Handsome, Handsome Prince) depending on who was IT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373725323949501154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNOtf6H6uI/AAAAAAAAAhY/om8e6U8nRmU/s400/PICT0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Afterwards, there was the feast complete with flower sandwiches, Princess Pringles and Princess punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373725936042455202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNPRIIdMKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3fF7lLW1c5Q/s400/PICT0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373726062933867970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNPYg1ufcI/AAAAAAAAAho/cLHJT--FQQA/s400/PICT0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                         The finale came with the presentation of not one, but TWO cakes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373727015867370610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNQP-yxzHI/AAAAAAAAAhw/Xejx9GRhN14/s400/PICT0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                           The first was an attempt by Mom in the form of a Royal Castle Cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373727681744951266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNQ2vYXV-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ClEdLkeqyQA/s400/PICT0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The last, but definitely not least, was the magnificent Princess Cake, consisting of one Barbie and her 5 cake mix dress-made by our dear friend and wonder cake decorator-Sandy Wearne- Thanks Sandy!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At long last, the princesses and princes bid us adieu and we were left with a Precious Princess Jorja who made a beautiful, 5 yr old birthday girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                               HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO! WE LOVE YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-5443983406825126950?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5443983406825126950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=5443983406825126950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5443983406825126950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5443983406825126950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/08/jojos-princess-party.html' title='JOJO&apos;s Princess Party'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SpNJzsKOdrI/AAAAAAAAAgI/JSmr1UcEElU/s72-c/PICT0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-8392839988771323183</id><published>2009-06-20T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:54:47.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion at Fool's Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/Soxg71JejMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sF_nWiaKhlU/s1600-h/family+group_43_edited-2copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/Soxg71JejMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sF_nWiaKhlU/s400/family+group_43_edited-2copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;This June we headed up the hill to get together with the Fuller clan. Chris and Myrona were in charge and had some fun times planned for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;We had a talent show and crafts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371883262134810562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SozDXY5pd8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/ClhAwNtzV3g/s400/adults_30_edited-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle Scott brought up some canoes and we all had a turn at the oars. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371883753553260674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SozDz_k78II/AAAAAAAAAf4/zRh2J8C92Po/s400/DSC_0055_edited-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;We enjoyed seeing everyone and spending some time in the great outdoors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371888529136824914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SozIJ-AyMlI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PB3ENm8dyjA/s400/family+group_51_edited-1+copy_pp.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/604815520859649151-8392839988771323183?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8392839988771323183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=8392839988771323183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8392839988771323183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8392839988771323183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_19.html' title='Family Reunion at Fool&apos;s Hollow'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/Soxg71JejMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/sF_nWiaKhlU/s72-c/family+group_43_edited-2copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-8410924425938311195</id><published>2009-04-15T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:17:26.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsflash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SeaxQGItCoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/i8YZ_JSQtKs/s1600-h/black+thumb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325138499495332482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SeaxQGItCoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/i8YZ_JSQtKs/s400/black+thumb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now hear this!!!! Heather has a black thumb! Not only does she kill plants, but she keeps them from growing in her garden. Does TRYING to grow a garden count???? or am I on that glowing road to you-know-where that is paved with good intentions?....and dead plants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-8410924425938311195?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8410924425938311195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=8410924425938311195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8410924425938311195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8410924425938311195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/04/newsflash.html' title='Newsflash!'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SeaxQGItCoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/i8YZ_JSQtKs/s72-c/black+thumb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-481515909421153402</id><published>2009-04-04T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:43:02.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen and Heard in the Fuller Household......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/Sdf-aj2IroI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZsreuBbIV1k/s1600-h/Blaas_Eugen_von_The_Eavesdropper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321001217013886594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/Sdf-aj2IroI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZsreuBbIV1k/s400/Blaas_Eugen_von_The_Eavesdropper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At LoLo's Chicken &amp;amp; Waffles last Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;"Mah --um! I'm capable of ordering for myself!" - Jorja pointing to the jumbo platter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This place is a slice of Heaven!" Afton- mid-mouthful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere in our home lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's RIDONCULOUS!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-481515909421153402?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/481515909421153402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=481515909421153402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/481515909421153402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/481515909421153402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/04/seen-and-heard-in-fuller-household.html' title='Seen and Heard in the Fuller Household......'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/Sdf-aj2IroI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ZsreuBbIV1k/s72-c/Blaas_Eugen_von_The_Eavesdropper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-6919809839095906817</id><published>2009-03-17T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:10:09.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Green Men Strike Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SdgEnrG4gjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EljVUV0Itc4/s1600-h/Leprechaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321008039371244082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SdgEnrG4gjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EljVUV0Itc4/s400/Leprechaun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well--it happened again.......the little people struck and our milk was green! This was much to the delight of our girls who wander throughout the house muttering aloud warnings for a week in advance to any leprechauns who might be listening nearby. "Our milk BETTER not be green again this year ......! We've put traps in the fridge....!"&lt;br /&gt;This time, in addition to the green milk, there were pieces of green leprechaun gold left haphazardly in the fridge and in a trail on the kitchen floor. I remarked that we must have almost caught them in the act, because they seem to have left in a hurry, to which my clever husband added that he was almost overrun by what he thought was a giant green rat this morning! He also added that he must of scared the little guy half to death as he escaped quickly farting shamrocks all the way! This was infinitely amusing to my little ones and far better than any warnings they could have mustered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-6919809839095906817?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6919809839095906817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=6919809839095906817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6919809839095906817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6919809839095906817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-green-men-strike-again.html' title='Little Green Men Strike Again!'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SdgEnrG4gjI/AAAAAAAAAUw/EljVUV0Itc4/s72-c/Leprechaun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-9202908508385450585</id><published>2009-01-17T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:38:11.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest Seen and Heard at the Fuller Household</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SXJ1gC1I4wI/AAAAAAAAATw/ALY9-xgqNnQ/s1600-h/eavesdropper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292421705489769218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SXJ1gC1I4wI/AAAAAAAAATw/ALY9-xgqNnQ/s400/eavesdropper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afton: "This year, when we start our new class in church, I think I'm graduating into the Violent 8's......."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dear, I think that's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valiant &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;8's (for 8 yr-olds), but your teachers may agree more with you than with me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jorja: "Boy! You're Bunco Buddies sure must have been hungry!!" as she surveyed the table upon coming downstairs. Unbeknownst to her, I had already put most of the Lettuce Wraps, cake and candy away before she came down to raid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"YOU GUYS REALLY HAVE A BAD ATTITUDE!!!!!!!!!" yelled from her bedroom after being sent to bed and being ignored after many attempts to lure Doug and I into her lair to read her yet ANOTHER bedtime story or give her water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-9202908508385450585?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/9202908508385450585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=9202908508385450585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/9202908508385450585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/9202908508385450585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/latest-seen-and-heard-at-fuller.html' title='The Latest Seen and Heard at the Fuller Household'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SXJ1gC1I4wI/AAAAAAAAATw/ALY9-xgqNnQ/s72-c/eavesdropper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-4788539133812846282</id><published>2009-01-05T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:56:11.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking news...</title><content type='html'>I should have posted this back in December when it happened, but I am behind -so - better late than never. The Bonds had a Christmas party for adults and we all brought a White Elephant gift. I was feeling rushed and melancholy while getting ready for the party, so I picked up something at the Goodwill on the fly. Despite major expectations that I would, AGAIN, show up with something clown related, I came with something different and somewhat disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SlGOphXvY7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/-W9eZFIHonc/s1600-h/scary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355218275903955890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SlGOphXvY7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/-W9eZFIHonc/s320/scary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, these two frightening creatures became the "hot thing" of the evening. I watched as three of my grown brothers fought over Watto and Darth Maul (I personally think it's odd that I know these names-but my brother-in-law Chris would be proud). There were claims that they were for the children (bring on the nightmares), but it became clear that the contest was closer to home. One brother threatened to never let another brother accompany him to the movies again, if he stole the objects of desire. Another kept claiming-"but they're for my boys".....Another -when confronted with the fact that he had no children, said they were for the children of the person he was in fact trying to steal them from. What?! After all was said and done, these objects that I figured I would probably be taking home with me, were hustled away and&lt;em&gt; hidden&lt;/em&gt; by the victor, while others pouted and threatened to carry out aforementioned threats. Bonds are not the most gracious winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we played a couple of games, the most amusing of which was where you had to come up with an answer about your spouse in one word that started with the first letter of your last name. The all-time favorite was when Carrie came up with "Beaches" when asked to describe her husband when they were first dating. My oldest brother looked on -mortified- as everyone else broke out into "Wind Beneath My Wings" and dubbed him "Uncle Beach"from there on out. His wife claimed it was a movie they saw at the time, but we were sure that it was a comment on his sensitivity-but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we came out the winners in general, because we went home with a highly amusing, if not somewhat twisted book of postcards called "Breaking bad news with baby animals". Inside are tons of adorable animals delivering news such as "You're bankrupt." You get the idea.....In honor of this highly amusing book, I thought I would come up with some of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355231501927595938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SlGarYJgP6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/LpjtCyDRW_8/s320/bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355233383866911010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SlGcY66zSSI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/bDBSnN8kVfw/s320/elephant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-4788539133812846282?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4788539133812846282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=4788539133812846282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4788539133812846282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4788539133812846282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking news...'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SlGOphXvY7I/AAAAAAAAAdA/-W9eZFIHonc/s72-c/scary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-3384407535250823163</id><published>2009-01-02T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T19:41:02.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodtimes On Mt. Lemmon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-3384407535250823163?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3384407535250823163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=3384407535250823163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/3384407535250823163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/3384407535250823163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodtimes-on-mt-lemmon.html' title='Goodtimes On Mt. Lemmon....'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7996509985813584144</id><published>2008-12-31T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T21:01:13.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wish To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVxN_vdZGXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9bVLvpEmjFw/s1600-h/bonds+066_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286185820092963186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVxN_vdZGXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9bVLvpEmjFw/s400/bonds+066_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wish you all a happy and blessed 2009! We feel lucky to know you all and look forward to more fun in the year to come......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-7996509985813584144?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7996509985813584144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7996509985813584144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7996509985813584144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7996509985813584144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-wish-to-you.html' title='Our Wish To You'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVxN_vdZGXI/AAAAAAAAAL4/9bVLvpEmjFw/s72-c/bonds+066_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-4975174520732072522</id><published>2008-12-25T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:17:32.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to All......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVRMtBdXoxI/AAAAAAAAALw/tw2PBYelkC4/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283932599181878034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVRMtBdXoxI/AAAAAAAAALw/tw2PBYelkC4/s400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who did not have a chance to visit our home this season, because, aside from our jobs, we are pretty much hermits-here is your invitation into our home and a Merry Christmas to all!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283930922698170274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVRLLcEgX6I/AAAAAAAAALo/8H3K0xuUTmk/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-4975174520732072522?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/4975174520732072522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=4975174520732072522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4975174520732072522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/4975174520732072522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to All......'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVRMtBdXoxI/AAAAAAAAALw/tw2PBYelkC4/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-6244021995398634070</id><published>2008-12-23T20:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:48:09.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's behind it all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVG-0y1ciII/AAAAAAAAALY/qLyh75NNSM0/s1600-h/Nativity_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283213652090718338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 517px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVG-0y1ciII/AAAAAAAAALY/qLyh75NNSM0/s400/Nativity_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/604815520859649151-6244021995398634070?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6244021995398634070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=6244021995398634070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6244021995398634070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6244021995398634070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/whos-behind-it-all.html' title='Who&apos;s behind it all?'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVG-0y1ciII/AAAAAAAAALY/qLyh75NNSM0/s72-c/Nativity_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-5364113380048105453</id><published>2008-12-23T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:40:04.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Illustration brought to you by Afton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVG85HsDNEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rotfNvKjF4A/s1600-h/sno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283211527384675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVG85HsDNEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rotfNvKjF4A/s400/sno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/604815520859649151-5364113380048105453?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5364113380048105453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=5364113380048105453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5364113380048105453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5364113380048105453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-illustration-brought-to-you.html' title='Christmas Illustration brought to you by Afton'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVG85HsDNEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/rotfNvKjF4A/s72-c/sno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-162521483580409580</id><published>2008-12-16T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:00:54.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Polar Express</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVFRMBBW7gI/AAAAAAAAALA/skmTZezWTBU/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUgPHE6mgVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CIOgbrCPI2o/s1600-h/polar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280487177344942418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUgPHE6mgVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CIOgbrCPI2o/s400/polar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My school does a great job when it comes to staff parties and celebrations. This year for Christmas they invited staff and family to an evening on the Polar Express. It departed from the IMAX theatres last night after our tickets were punched by the conductor and the kids loaded up on candy, popcorn and of course, hot chocolate. We all settled in our pjs for the long ride-which was fantastic, by the way, thanks to our funky fresh 3D glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283092903979108578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVFRAVEPyOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iLDIR0BQnTY/s400/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterward, Santa met us in the lobby for a little visit and gave each of the children their own sleigh bell so that they would always "believe". Christmas is always more fun with children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280487540261863458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUgPcM4vQCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GKma8usWSPI/s400/polar-express.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283093315684933714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SVFRYSykIFI/AAAAAAAAALI/hQFV1wm5p5w/s400/x2.jpg" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-162521483580409580?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/162521483580409580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=162521483580409580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/162521483580409580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/162521483580409580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/polar-express.html' title='The Polar Express'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUgPHE6mgVI/AAAAAAAAAKo/CIOgbrCPI2o/s72-c/polar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-3568278878783025908</id><published>2008-12-10T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:02:05.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebels without a pause.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUCNpjwuWTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mnMI3P2ItMg/s1600-h/bh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278374508391979314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUCNpjwuWTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mnMI3P2ItMg/s320/bh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the whole gall durned group of us got gussied up and went into town and tan my hide if we didn't make some waves while in the big city last night.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were in Ross and my husband unwittingly decided to take Jorja off of my hands so I could look around- Happy Christmas to me- and was gone but five minutes when I heard a loud clamor from the front of the store. It seems as if someone was trying to make away with some christmas cheer for free, but no, it was my daughter who simply couldn't resist those neat looking security tags- no clothes or toys attached, mind you, just the tags. Note to self: no more play &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUCO6nUJ93I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CzEAyahHBnc/s1600-h/handcuffs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278375900915300210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUCO6nUJ93I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CzEAyahHBnc/s320/handcuffs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dates with Winona Ryder......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they make ho-ho handcuffs for the holidays......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Costco, after tramping through the vast wonderland of consumer goods, I very quickly realized I needed to make a stop in the restroom. After making the 15 min. trip that &lt;strong&gt;is the &lt;/strong&gt;ETA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for a trip to the bathroom in that store, I found the women's restroom blocked with a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUCQG0-xzjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S6X3ImqIOpw/s1600-h/gbathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278377210253790770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUCQG0-xzjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/S6X3ImqIOpw/s320/gbathroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cleaning sign. Not to be deterred-you don't mess around with me when I need to go-I took a quick glance in the men's room to see if there were inhabitants. Coast was clear, so I slipped in there and after three layers of toilet paper on the seat (why can't males aim?!?!?) I made it just in time. As I washed my hands, I didn't stop to think of the ramifications if I had not been alone when coming out of the stall, but as I came whistling out of the men's room I was met with looks of shock and horror from women standing cross legged in front of the out of order sign. All I could think of to do was shrug and say, "When you gotta go, you gotta go- besides, if you seen one, you seen'em all!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW I AM ON THE NAUGHTY LIST.&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/604815520859649151-3568278878783025908?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3568278878783025908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=3568278878783025908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/3568278878783025908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/3568278878783025908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/rebels-without-pause.html' title='Rebels without a pause.....'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SUCNpjwuWTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mnMI3P2ItMg/s72-c/bh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-5125546182205852242</id><published>2008-12-08T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T11:55:21.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday themed seen-and-heard at the Fuller household</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/ST17kHpP-GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zaPVAtYvx8Y/s1600-h/rudolph3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510198805657698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/ST17kHpP-GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zaPVAtYvx8Y/s320/rudolph3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tis the season" for Christmas carols and there are many versions that abound at our house -mostly the machinations of Jorj. Lately she has been listenening to her sister Afton practicing for the Christmas Concert and has come up with her own versions........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Now bring us our Piggy pudding, now bring us our Piggy pudding!" while her sister sits, head-in-hands exasperated after failing to alter Jorj's mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And did you know that Rudolph, according to reports, had it even worse than we thought because... " all of the other reindeer, used to &lt;strong&gt;have to&lt;/strong&gt; call him names".....and evidently the reindeer hazing was being headed up by the big guy because &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; followed up with "Rudolph with your nose too bright, DON'T you guide my sleigh tonight!" Of course, after that we can only assume, that then all the reindeer snubbed him as he shouted out with screams..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been going on for the last couple of weeks. I thought I had heard it all, but apparently not, as I heard this morning...."Crashing through the snow, on a ragged slab of clay".....which brings to mind a group of wild-eyed, frantic ceramic artists aka potters, escaping what I can only guess is an evil transformer kiln or a set of holiday mugs gone horribly, horribly wrong......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-5125546182205852242?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5125546182205852242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=5125546182205852242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5125546182205852242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5125546182205852242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-themed-seen-and-heard-at-fuller.html' title='Holiday themed seen-and-heard at the Fuller household'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/ST17kHpP-GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zaPVAtYvx8Y/s72-c/rudolph3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-5845987899681521224</id><published>2008-11-30T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:29:10.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How does she do that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/STNZ2nwvfxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fghtY-vE8ro/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658383502212882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/STNZ2nwvfxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fghtY-vE8ro/s320/PICT0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had to post this.....this is how we found Jorj last night. We usually give our girls10 minutes or so of reading before lights out. I guess she wasn't going down without a fight! This is one she can add to her resume in the future.....sleeping book ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-5845987899681521224?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5845987899681521224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=5845987899681521224' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5845987899681521224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5845987899681521224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-does-she-do-that.html' title='How does she do that?'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/STNZ2nwvfxI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fghtY-vE8ro/s72-c/PICT0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-8493224715751013082</id><published>2008-11-28T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:31:06.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight........ Not At Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/STC3R8R3s5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bDQaHdpKutU/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273916682517590930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/STC3R8R3s5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bDQaHdpKutU/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rather at midnight! Yes, I know- a rather risky move for a middle-aged teaching mom. However, I was extended an invitation by my little sister to join the cool kids for a night and I couldn't resist. Bless their hearts, she and my sis-in-law Jess went early and saved seats. I kidnapped my friend Shannon and giddy as college co-eds, we drove into the night to meet up with hundreds of other Twilight fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say that it was well worth the trip and lack of sleep AND consternation of my 14 yr-old daughter who couldn't BELIEVE that I went to the opening at midnight and still taught school the next day (it was a half-day-phew!). It was so good, that my sister Jamie and I didn't even want to go to the bathroom for fear of missing anything. The movie was 2 hours long, but I would have stayed another hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Stephanie Meyer for coming up with Twilight and to my little sis Jamie, who coerced me along for the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-8493224715751013082?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8493224715751013082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=8493224715751013082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8493224715751013082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8493224715751013082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-not-at-twilight.html' title='Twilight........ Not At Twilight'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/STC3R8R3s5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bDQaHdpKutU/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7769337512396498064</id><published>2008-11-23T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:17:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen and heard at the Fuller household......</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on my computer-Jorja was on an adjacent couch singing "I'm trying to be like Jesus.."   I turned around and said, endearingly, "Are you trying to be like Jesus, Little Jorj?"  She replied, &lt;em&gt;"No, not really.  I'm just singing the song....besides, he has a beard."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Is that all you got?"&lt;/em&gt;  Jorj -when I failed to produce Halloweeny pants instead of jeans to go with her Halloweeny shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now all I need is a pair of spurs!"&lt;/em&gt; Afton, after her nervous mother came around the corner and was relieved to find she was attempting a cowgirl ensemble for our day on the town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you be bad you'll go to Hell with Grandpa Bond!"  &lt;/em&gt;Jorj and I truly have no idea where that one came from..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing "Nasty girls- dance, dance, dance" &lt;/em&gt;immediately followed by "&lt;em&gt;when Jesus Christ was baptized, down in the River Jordan"&lt;/em&gt; Jorj AND Afton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that the musical selections were somewhat influenced by me and that I am probably going to Hell for my horrible influence- but on the bright side, at least I'll have someone to talk to when I get there...........&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just kidding-don't strike me down please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-7769337512396498064?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7769337512396498064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7769337512396498064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7769337512396498064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7769337512396498064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/seen-and-heard-at-fuller-household.html' title='Seen and heard at the Fuller household......'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-8740252730981001410</id><published>2008-11-23T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:57:03.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ups and downs of the ride.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, the other day we were celebrating a little girl's birthday in my classroom. After singing Happy Birthday to her "opera style "(they get to choose----that's my personal favorite) she mentioned that she had chocolate to share. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! At that point my co-teacher said that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sanaya's&lt;/span&gt; mom and dad ran a chocolate shop. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HMMMM&lt;/span&gt;....SO I asked her what type of chocolate that they had and she pulled out of her bag...........LEONIDAS tablets!!!!!!!!!! At this point I was down on my knees, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SSoTErNtMMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BrvgaXlQCUs/s1600-h/leonidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272047284831203522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SSoTErNtMMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BrvgaXlQCUs/s320/leonidas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay not really, but I was doing a little dance and gushing to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sanaya&lt;/span&gt; how Leonidas is the best chocolate in the world and that I had been to her parents' shop MULTIPLE times (there's only one in the valley). This poor little girl just stood there with her chocolate-deadpan-and watched me do my silent cheer. Yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sanaya&lt;/span&gt;, I am a nutter......and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fan of Leonidas chocolate. Don't blame me, I'm merely a victim of having lived in Belgium and tasting the TRUE chocolate.....Now, no other will do!!!!!! I then proceeded to traverse the room and tried to persuade the other students to give me theirs or trade me for a 3-D sticker or good grades or whatever. Just kidding about the grades........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;heee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you think I'm bad, I was so excited about it that I called my brother Chris (who had been on Leonidas store opening countdown for me for the past year, since he lives near there). He immediately responded with "The church is true!!" and "Man, their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gelatto&lt;/span&gt; is the bomb- I need to go down there and work my connections...!" See- I'm not the only one........It's amazing how a little thing can make your day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the downward turn, I had a student leave because his parents felt that I was racist and because they did not like the demographics in our classroom. Aside from the slur, that idea is laughable because out of 34 students, I think 8-10 of them are Caucasian. The whole scenario played out when we had a Social Studies lesson about different cultures. We then discussed heritage and ancestry. I explained that some of my ancestors came over on the Mayflower-obviously a very long time ago- and that even though I, my parents and grandparents had been born in America, my people originally came from England and Ireland. I then proceeded to ask them if they knew what their heritage was or where their ancestors came from. I put their names on the board and wrote down the different countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little boy named Carlos said he was born in Chandler and didn't know where he was from- but then mentioned his great-great grandpa came from Mexico- so I put Mexico on the boar&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SSoTd-u846I/AAAAAAAAAGo/2DtEdpGTFhg/s1600-h/rollercoaster+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272047719567647650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SSoTd-u846I/AAAAAAAAAGo/2DtEdpGTFhg/s320/rollercoaster+down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d under his name. I immediately got a message from his parents the next day- angry that Carlos had told me he was born in Chandler and that I told him he was from Mexico. I tried to explain that we were celebrating heritage and culture and that it was about our ancestry, but they would have none of it and pulled their child. I felt bad for days that what started out as a celebration of differences, turned into a lambasting for differences. I don't consider myself a racist. I love to try and figure out people's heritage from their last names-but I don't do it to say "Hey you, make me a burrito or do my nails, would ya?" It's more because I find different people and cultures intriguing and love learning about new foods, traditions and places. I think the world is an amazing place and would not be half as interesting if we were all the same. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Vive&lt;/span&gt; la difference!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272049128958881810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SSoUwBIAcBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yHCaEBYZr1g/s320/world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-8740252730981001410?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8740252730981001410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=8740252730981001410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8740252730981001410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8740252730981001410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/ups-and-downs-of-ride.html' title='The ups and downs of the ride.....'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SSoTErNtMMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BrvgaXlQCUs/s72-c/leonidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7782828874837857095</id><published>2008-11-11T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:30:13.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Partner- Along for the Ride......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRmKsDhQKaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y6IyDmC2S7M/s1600-h/DOUGSEDONA%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267393728650160546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRmKsDhQKaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y6IyDmC2S7M/s320/DOUGSEDONA%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRoTw5iAl9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/36pQE5uGmjE/s1600-h/h%26D%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267544444961331154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRoTw5iAl9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/36pQE5uGmjE/s320/h%26D%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to leave anyone out, I have to introduce my partner in crime- along for the ride. I have known Doug for over 20 years, even though we have only been married for 8. It all started when I ditched class to come home for lunch with his brother Scott (who is still one of the coolest people I know). We were in the kitchen and Doug came around the corner and Aaaaaaah........(background chorus) He was soooo cute. Even though he was a year younger and &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; years below me in school, I couldn't resist. We went to Sadie's and out a few times, then I was off to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you can't see it, but he's sporting a gold chain in this photo- what a pimp!  I still harass him to this day- but back then, I appreciated the effort on my behalf....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward 10 years or so with two missions, a marriage, engagement, a chi&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRoUVj1108I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OgLsztOgbvM/s1600-h/DHWDAY%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267545074794091458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRoUVj1108I/AAAAAAAAAGY/OgLsztOgbvM/s320/DHWDAY%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ld and several moves later and we both found ourselves back in Arizona. With two scheming mothers, we didn't have a chance. I truly believe that we have choices in our life, but that there is always a divine hand involved to "nudge" us when we are completely out in left field somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In getting to re-know Doug, one of the things I liked best about him was his sense of humor. It has become a saving grace in our marriage. After particularly rough times, when everything is in pieces at our feet, he can still say something absurd and crack me up. Of late, he can throw me into an asthmatic fit, because I am laughing so hard. He has a collection of accents that he can invoke at anytime. Because of this, Afton has perfected her British Cockney at the ripe old age of 5.&lt;/p&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRm8VW_RPqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/90EMgIdzvOo/s1600-h/DH%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267448314320731810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRm8VW_RPqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/90EMgIdzvOo/s320/DH%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug has a heart of gold. He is always first to help someone in need and is constantly bringing home some cool new trinket for our girls. He finds little ways to show me he loves me -glasses of water at night, bringing home my favorite magazine or letting me watch my "geriatric" shows (as he calls them) instead of a game that he is interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though he is hardwired for structure and order, he is open to new adventures and has been VERY flexible with this girl who flys by the seat of her pants. He is a great father and his children's favorite playmate. Despite his aversion to the limelight, he is well known and loved by all of his co-workers and all people who are lucky to get the chance to weasel inside his circle of influence.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRmZp6mW_-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0Lgd3tF9Yyo/s1600-h/DOUGWDAY%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267410184570339298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRmZp6mW_-I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0Lgd3tF9Yyo/s320/DOUGWDAY%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug has the heart of a poet and the soul of Martha Stewart- ok - maybe not Martha Stewart- but he has a great sense of design and organization. He could spend hours in The Container Store or Organized Living. He is by far a better decorator and housekeeper than I am. He forces me to work on projects that I grumble through ( like cleaning out my junk from the garage), but that I am sooo glad we did after it is done and he is right beside me all the way. In fact, that is one of the things I love the most about him- he stands beside me, in good or bad- usually cracking some joke- and together we experience life.&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, I would like to thank him for accepting that invitation from &lt;em&gt;the older woman &lt;/em&gt;and for choosing to attend that dance and every other dance that we've made through life- and for making it one fun ride. I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267539591433607266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRoPWYu02GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/rGcEG99EpAQ/s320/DHONEYMOON%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRoN2szxDsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/T0e44hAY4eI/s1600-h/DHONEYMOON%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/604815520859649151-7782828874837857095?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7782828874837857095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7782828874837857095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7782828874837857095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7782828874837857095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-partner-along-for-ride.html' title='My Partner- Along for the Ride......'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRmKsDhQKaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Y6IyDmC2S7M/s72-c/DOUGSEDONA%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-6318094643493595412</id><published>2008-11-06T15:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:37:38.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th picture tag post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRN9AoAl5fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EZykqd39LPc/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265689839019615730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRN9AoAl5fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EZykqd39LPc/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I was tagged by my sister, because this is a fun picture.  We're in Pinedale at the Fuller reunion.  The little kids wanted to have a parade, so we scooped up a couple of handfuls of candy and the boys improvised the "floats".    That's my brother-in-law David (always up for good fun) and my husband (the trendsetter), wending their way along the parade path.  Pretty soon, the two girls in the back-Big Booty and Triple P- will run up and throw candy at the kids seated and voila! instant homegrown parade....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-6318094643493595412?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6318094643493595412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=6318094643493595412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6318094643493595412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6318094643493595412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/11/4th-picture-tag-post.html' title='4th picture tag post'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SRN9AoAl5fI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/EZykqd39LPc/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7783553233705034936</id><published>2008-10-28T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:09:47.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First in Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SQfQxeDsevI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uTvQ3Szhsw/s1600-h/scan0001%5B1%5D+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262404237906442994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SQfQxeDsevI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uTvQ3Szhsw/s320/scan0001%5B1%5D+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My firstborn turned 7 the other day. She was certainly the adventurous one in choosing to come first to me and her dad. Adventurous and long suffering..... Afton is definitely an old soul. She's a 7 yr old , in the body of a 5 yr old, with the personality of a 25 yr old. This is a child that was reading at 2 and attempting mommy's crossword puzzles even before that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's sharp as a whip and a straight A student- although her dad likes to tease her that her O's (for outstanding) are really zeros and that technically, her 1 S+ is a B+. She is a perfectionist, with a knack for words. She never studies her 30 weekly spelling words, she just takes the test and gets 100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afton is my right hand and though I am sometimes hard on her, I am extremely proud of her and reliant on her. I could not function a lot of days without her help. It all started when a sleep deprived mother of a newborn asked for the baby wipes in the other room. Afton, 2 at the time, didn't need to be asked twice. She disappeared and then suddenly reaappeared with the wipes and My Girl Friday was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SQfREKo8FHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SYDq8r5iuX0/s1600-h/abike%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262404559111459954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SQfREKo8FHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SYDq8r5iuX0/s320/abike%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves fruits, vegetables and exercise. I have many times been admonished by her that I should get up off the couch and do jumping jacks or situps with her. She is quite amazed to find out that I used to be as thin as her. She loves salad and is our healthy little anomaly. Unfortunately, her Coke drinking mother has passed down a taste for it to her. When she was really tiny, she would show her satisfaction after a drink of Coke with a resounding, "AHH!" which cracked us up and anyone else who happened to be nearby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afton is a great big sister and is learning to deal with being a little sister when her 14 yr old half sister is around. This does not always bode well with the Little Woman In Charge, but she adores her sister Aubreigh and although she fights with her, loves to be around her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a beautiful little girl, both inside and out. Even when I am short with her or frazzled, she is the first to be compassionate and help when she can. I sometimes have to remind myself that she is only seven and hope that she remains so for a little while. Other times I wonder just who is the mother around here........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone once said that having a child is like having your heart walk around outside of your body. This is true with Afton. She is my lifeblood and my legacy. In her quiet self-confidence and kindness she truly makes me proud. I would gladly put up with more dramatic hair days and many conversations where someone knows it all, just for more days with her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262406019470217362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SQfSZK5mUJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/buhZeO-SRPE/s320/scan0011%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&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/604815520859649151-7783553233705034936?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7783553233705034936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7783553233705034936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7783553233705034936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7783553233705034936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-in-line.html' title='First in Line'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SQfQxeDsevI/AAAAAAAAAE4/4uTvQ3Szhsw/s72-c/scan0001%5B1%5D+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-2983551530106017154</id><published>2008-10-24T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T21:36:12.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tmjensen.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-word-tag.html"&gt;One Word Tag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? ailleurs (French for somewhere.. I don't know)&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other?couch&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? inexplicable&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? dynamic&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? intense&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? massage&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? schoolgonewild - oh wait-not a dream...&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? travel&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? comfortable&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? failure&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? together&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? bed&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? supermodel&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? boobs&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? everywhere&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you ate? chocolatepumpkinbread&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? sweatshirt&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? sometimes&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? Marley&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? workhorse&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? relaxed&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? secret&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Wondermobile&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? leather&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? Target&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? short&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? always&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? amber&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? minutes ago&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Jamie, Chris and Cambree........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-2983551530106017154?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/2983551530106017154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=2983551530106017154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/2983551530106017154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/2983551530106017154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-word-tag-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-6304480239960919315</id><published>2008-10-21T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:58:17.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parody of a Pressure Cooker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP6VSJQQB1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GVoNFwm2elg/s1600-h/WMF_Pressure_Cooker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259805553769580370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP6VSJQQB1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GVoNFwm2elg/s320/WMF_Pressure_Cooker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So my daughter was home sick and I had a semi-free day to make a nice home cooked meal for a change.  I had a veggie soup mix from my food co-op that I was dying to try.  I ran to the store and picked up some stew meat, but did not pick up rolls.  I figured I could make them myself- I had a great Lion house mix that was foolproof and I had time, right?  (By the way, they will never be as good as my mother -in-law Pam's.  Hers are magical.  She had a pan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;of'em&lt;/span&gt; sitting on her counter yesterday when we were visiting, and I was constantly fighting the urge to dump the whole pan in my purse and run for the hills!)  But, I digress......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I figured I would start the rolls, dance around singing and little birds would come and help me clean my kitchen, while harmonizing with me.  However, my husband came home earlier than I expected, so I put the soup in the pressure cooker to cook it a little faster.  This is my mother's pressure cooker and though I don't cook a lot with the pressure lid, I figure her wisdom would rub off on me.  Aren't these things inherent?&lt;br /&gt;The soup was really boiling and the steam was screaming out of the pressure gauge.  I wondered if I should turn it down or check the soup to see if it was getting done.  The lid has some warnings on it, like don't fill the pot too full, let steam out before opening, etc.  I had this all under control, turned the handle, let steam out and figured I was good - so I opened the lid and watched in horror as the vegetable beef soup volcano erupted all over my kitchen!  I've never seen anything like it before in my life....&lt;br /&gt;Luckily my husband, who already thinks I am a giant dumkoff in the kitchen, was upstairs.  I let out a bunch of whisper screams ( you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; you've done it before, and if you haven't---- -la-de-friggin' dah..) then started scraping puddles of soup  off the stove and countertop with the pan scraper back into the pot (extra flavor!)&lt;br /&gt;My phone started ringing and I thought-"can't come to the phone right now- I'm scraping vegetables off of the cabinets!  &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt; leave a message and if I get this mess cleaned up before my husband comes down the stairs, I &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; be  alive to call you back.  Besides, magical or not, I'm going to the store to BUY rolls.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will do foolish things, but do it with enthusiasm."  Collette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-6304480239960919315?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/6304480239960919315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=6304480239960919315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6304480239960919315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/6304480239960919315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/parody-of-pressure-cooker.html' title='Parody of a Pressure Cooker'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP6VSJQQB1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/GVoNFwm2elg/s72-c/WMF_Pressure_Cooker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7367194552044815103</id><published>2008-10-21T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:46:09.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Ups for Triple P cont.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP4_anR58QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/m3biXMgWROM/s1600-h/296485469_1007266806_0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259711141268549890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="241" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP4_anR58QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/m3biXMgWROM/s320/296485469_1007266806_0%5B1%5D.jpg" width="483" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP4_anR58QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/m3biXMgWROM/s1600-h/296485469_1007266806_0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP4_anR58QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/m3biXMgWROM/s1600-h/296485469_1007266806_0%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP4_anR58QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/m3biXMgWROM/s1600-h/296485469_1007266806_0%5B1%5D.jpg"&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;As far as stepdaughters go, she'll do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aubreigh&lt;/span&gt; is the moderator to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fullercoaster&lt;/span&gt;. We all adore her. Her sisters idolize her- her dad shares a special bond with her and she's one of my best friends. She's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wing man&lt;/span&gt; on many a crazy scheme and no matter if she secretly thinks I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;superfreak&lt;/span&gt;, she's always got my back. I will eventually return the favor and, swallowing my terror, allow her to drive the family vehicle. I am now publicly thanking her for making my life easy as a wicked step-mother. When I made that plunge into instant mom and married her father, I never knew what a blessing she would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much of myself I see in her, even though she is genetically not mine. She loves to dance, sing and socialize. She's also got a wacky side and sees nothing wrong with wearing sparkly, shiny pants....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a great sense of adventure and will usually, willingly or unwillingly, go along with my schemes or come up with her own. She's the only person I know that will ride on the back of a quad with me on a dangerously crazy slope and not abandon ship when I say "I think I wet my pants.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is incredibly even-keeled and accepting. She lives between two families and lifestyles and comes out virtually unscathed and totally herself. We are just grateful that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; coming back for more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aubreigh&lt;/span&gt; is the reason I ferociously play Guitar Hero into the wee hours of the morning (partly because she cheats and I have to catch up to her high score).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts up with her sisters who are 7 and 10 years younger and who, despite the fact that they drive her crazy, think she is a mix of Hannah Montana and Kim Possible all rolled into one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can talk her father into almost anything and acts as an emissary for me on a regular basis. He adores her and although he has a hard time with the fact that she i&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP5D6CVgsbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Mkft8nj0IKI/s1600-h/PICT0002_(2)%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259716079153885618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP5D6CVgsbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Mkft8nj0IKI/s320/PICT0002_(2)%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s growing up, is fiercely proud of her. Both he and I would take her in a second if she decided to stay with us year round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful inside and out. Her &lt;em&gt;cracker&lt;/em&gt; stepmother is jealous of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;insta&lt;/span&gt;-tan in the Summer and her long, thick, beautiful hair. By the way, a public thank you for putting up with all of the home haircuts and me attempting to wax your eyebrows at the tender age of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sense of humor is brilliant and she cracks me up on a regular basis- even when I don't want to laugh. She finds humor in everyday things and puts up with our wackiness in good humor. While camping this summer, she and I ran into the metropolis of Heber-Overgaard to get s'more makings and ice. We found a little country store and barely, got the things we needed. The poor clerk was obviously foreign and when I asked for ice, he said, "IZEOWSAI". At a loss I looked at Aubreigh to translate. She stood there with her mouth twitching, but saying nothing. The clerk said, a few more times, "IZEOWSAI, IZEOWSAI!" I said, "Oh, no ice?!" To which he raised his voice and pointed "IZEOWSAI!!!!!!" I said, "whatever", and paid for my groceries. Aubreigh immediately grabbed my arm with me muttering sarcastically, "I hope he'll be okay...." and yanked me out of the market, over to the now visible ice machine and yelled " IZEOWSAI!!!!" That became our tag phrase for the rest of the trip-something to say when nothing else could be siad or even when prompted for a reponse to a question. Later that night, the manager of the campground was driving around at 11 or so, turning off generators and checking the camp. At one point he yelled something into the night and Aubreigh and I, still being awake, turned to Doug in our camper and asked, "What did he just yell?" Thinking that there was potentially a problem.. Doug grinned and said, "I don't know, but I think it was ................................IZEOWSAI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aubreigh is a keeper and a blessing in our lives. We love to see her come and cry when we see her go. Even though we aren't there to see all of her triumphs and see her through her valleys, we are very proud of her and are always here in case she decides to call or drop in for a visit. SO BIG UPS, GIRL- WE LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259733842867141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP5UEBUyPII/AAAAAAAAAEI/CyWCi-4-yrA/s320/scan0001%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-7367194552044815103?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7367194552044815103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7367194552044815103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7367194552044815103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7367194552044815103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-ups-for-triple-p-cont.html' title='Big Ups for Triple P cont.'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SP4_anR58QI/AAAAAAAAAD4/m3biXMgWROM/s72-c/296485469_1007266806_0%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-3706628282200016036</id><published>2008-10-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:39:17.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Ups for Triple P</title><content type='html'>My 14 yr old daughter (or step-daughter, technically, since she did not come out of me)but daughter all the same-earned the nickname Triple P this summer. It all started with the hat - or I think it was a hat. She showed up at the airport for our summer of fun in a boheme outfit, with this "thing" on her head. I immediately went into flashback-to the year 1980-and saw as clear as day "The Purple Pieman"! The resemblance was overwhelming, but I'll let you be the judge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259128066574218418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPwtHMxxdLI/AAAAAAAAADo/OGoc7L0e2Nw/s320/ppp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;AUBS.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259127586692480226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPwsrRFDPOI/AAAAAAAAADg/jhx7UPVthtY/s320/Pieman.gif" border="0" /&gt;THE NOTORIOUS PURPLE PIE MAN.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259126231685028098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPwrcZSGWQI/AAAAAAAAADY/DMuN45voCUY/s320/ppp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;AUBS........&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259128389735170338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPwtaApWQSI/AAAAAAAAADw/DU2_6xPmMYM/s320/Purple-Pieman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PIEMAN.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she became our Purple Pie Princess with an unnatural affinity to blackbirds or crows or whatever they are-don't ask me-I just made the connection. Purple Pie Princess was shortened to Triple P and a moniker was born!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-3706628282200016036?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/3706628282200016036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=3706628282200016036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/3706628282200016036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/3706628282200016036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/praise-for-triple-p.html' title='Big Ups for Triple P'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPwtHMxxdLI/AAAAAAAAADo/OGoc7L0e2Nw/s72-c/ppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-7949591913536741503</id><published>2008-10-14T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:26:10.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to be THIS big to ride......</title><content type='html'>*******Caution******** This post may contain content not suitable for younger riders, or those with heart problems, etc. &lt;em&gt;It's a little spicy......&lt;/em&gt;so be forewarned! However, the source is a very well known short person around here and since this is kind of like our family journal, I couldn't leave this out. Like Pioneer Woman says, "Just keepin' it real!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Doug was a little grumpy and I was trying to budge him from this state by asking him 20 questions about what he would like to go and do, see, etc. We had others in the room and after too much of a barrage of "concerned love", I guess, Doug said, "Tell Mom to stop harassin' me!" Jorj came around the corner just at that minute and said, "Yeah, Mom! Stop puttin' your &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt; on Dad!" We were shocked for a moment, then puzzled, then realized, as I looked down, that I was indeed, sitting on Doug's lap. Cut to the laugh track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never boring with Jorja. She pretty much calls it as she sees it. As for the language, I'm not naming any names, but I can say with a clear conscience that somebody around here needs to wash his mouth out........maybe that's why we stock so much Listerine. To be fair, though, this comes from a girl who has almost convinced her sitter (and my friend) that I drink coffee and have a special mug that I drink it out of????????wha?????(I have almost been driven to the hard stuff from time to time, but coffee has never called my name) and who also has been attacked mutliple times by tigers and alligators. Ask her next time where that scratch or cut came from! I believe there have been recent monkey sightings.....When you meet Jorj on the street, ask her where she's from or where she was born------New York, of course-------same answer every time, never been there in her life, but hey! She also informed a kindly old grandpa, not one of ours, mind you, that her mom likes to sniff her dad's armpits! I was close by for that one and promptly refuted this, to which she practically winked and put her hand by her mouth and conspiratorily whispered to the man as I was pulling her away, "&lt;em&gt;she does, I've seen it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say that I don't know where she gets this penchant for imagination and joie de vivre, but I would not be completely truthful. Just ask my brothers and sisters. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPRnl8wekAI/AAAAAAAAADE/E7ybpByxUrw/s1600-h/chefjorj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256940566710489090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPRnl8wekAI/AAAAAAAAADE/E7ybpByxUrw/s320/chefjorj.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, Jorja likes to kick it up a notch...........BAM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-7949591913536741503?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/7949591913536741503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=7949591913536741503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7949591913536741503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/7949591913536741503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-have-to-be-this-big-to-ride.html' title='You have to be THIS big to ride......'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPRnl8wekAI/AAAAAAAAADE/E7ybpByxUrw/s72-c/chefjorj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-5704314610133550077</id><published>2008-10-11T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:04:06.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Great Wide Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahh, Fall Break. Since Doug had to work and I needed to set up my classroom for my &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; class AGAIN (don't ask) we didn't take any long trips. However, this did not impede our desire to adventure, so we decided to go camping close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255914755680421410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDCn44QxiI/AAAAAAAAABI/4j8-enShSv8/s320/Copy+(2)+of+PICT0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Doug made a roaring fire......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255915142302304466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDC-ZKGiNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kSiLZnds_HM/s320/Copy+(2)+of+PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We roasted hot dogs and marshmallows for s'mores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255925765421767442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDMovXJmxI/AAAAAAAAACg/JX1ElQyonf0/s320/Copy+(2)+of+PICT0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sang camp songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255917187689312338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDE1c0XcFI/AAAAAAAAABo/uVKK7YlJjv8/s320/Copy+(2)+of+PICT0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The weather was beautiful and there were so many stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255927209014407330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDN8xKdMKI/AAAAAAAAACw/I3othpx596Y/s320/PICT0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bunked down in our trusty tent to watch a video and eventually get some sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255926331088969234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDNJqouHhI/AAAAAAAAACo/tkAG8l4gOok/s320/tentsleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The facilities were very nice- comfortable beds, showers, electrical outlets-you name it, they had it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255921305866222674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDIlKOQPFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/AS6D-m-Px_8/s320/ajtent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time, I would definitely recommend it to everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255924641609999282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDLnU1i47I/AAAAAAAAACY/ouGj8aw7RwY/s320/PICT0026_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact, the next morning, when I found him, Doug said it was some of the best sleep he'd ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-5704314610133550077?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/5704314610133550077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=5704314610133550077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5704314610133550077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/5704314610133550077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/into-great-wide-open.html' title='Into The Great Wide Open'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qeExpCoSThw/SPDCn44QxiI/AAAAAAAAABI/4j8-enShSv8/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+PICT0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-604815520859649151.post-8787424920800443298</id><published>2008-10-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:49:56.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start The Ride!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Technically, this all started back in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;2000, new millenium, new century, new start- but they say today is the first day of the rest of your life, right? Since it &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;Fall Break and I am just languishing here in my bed with a box of Leonidas chocolates (Bond boot camp members did NOT read that) and nothing else to do.........kids, what kids!?.........oh you mean that crash and scream downstairs? excuse me.........what are you two ?............... Jorja, where did you put the playdough? (Marley, our min-pin, making tiny hacking sounds) Afton, I appreciate the effort at breakfast (truly I do), but Alton Brown(her hero) had many years of culinary school before attempting Dutch babies.......yes, get the handi vac, what's one more plate? By the way, you wouldn't happen to know where all of our forks have gone to?............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple truth for the day: Mothers and teachers are paid farrrrrrrrr too little.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/604815520859649151-8787424920800443298?l=fullercoaster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/feeds/8787424920800443298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=604815520859649151&amp;postID=8787424920800443298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8787424920800443298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/604815520859649151/posts/default/8787424920800443298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fullercoaster.blogspot.com/2008/10/start-ride.html' title='Start The Ride!'/><author><name>Fullercoaster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449788338770821117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
