<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014</id><updated>2009-12-17T13:30:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fam Lee      of Three</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-6574668596561440953</id><published>2009-12-16T07:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:09:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Embarrassing Dialogues: Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyjuS0CtYhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7jgD1FAfSDc/s1600-h/shgsg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415840558888083986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 236px; height: 197px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyjuS0CtYhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7jgD1FAfSDc/s400/shgsg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I've decided to record my embarrassing moments for posterity.  And I suppose for you all out there in case they make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 1 brings us to the AJ Stake Center on Sunday night.  It was the Stake Music Fireside, and several ward choirs were singing Christmas numbers.  Our ward choir has a tradition of matching outfits.  You wear red or black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in my haste to make it to my mom's Sunday dinner and back to AJ by 7:00, I completely forgot about this stringent dress code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up in a bright turquoise shirt, a jean jacket, and a white skirt.  When I realized the mistake, I was horrified.  I scanned the audience, looking for one more person from my ward who made the same blunder.  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we found our standing place to sing, there I was.  Front and center.  Turquoise and not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symbolic?  Maybe.  Maybe I never was a conformist.  A secret rebel, perhaps?  No.  Just incredibly forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to pull out the fish oil and Ginko Biloba pills for more brain power.  But for now, I am a living example of the phrase, "Did you get the memo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-6574668596561440953?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/6574668596561440953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=6574668596561440953&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6574668596561440953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6574668596561440953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/12/embarrassing-dialogues-episode-1.html' title='The Embarrassing Dialogues: Episode 1'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyjuS0CtYhI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7jgD1FAfSDc/s72-c/shgsg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-2687913142081295493</id><published>2009-12-13T11:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:40:53.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping obsession and a parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUytkrOGcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/MZ5i2g__JaE/s1600-h/on678464-00qlv01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414789885503347138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUytkrOGcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/MZ5i2g__JaE/s400/on678464-00qlv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414789873529838050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUys4Eg2eI/AAAAAAAAAr4/QQiHjVthhZE/s400/on678461-01qlv01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUxBGIQKJI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZFaWGjr8Gc4/s1600-h/S6300201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414788021877745810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUxBGIQKJI/AAAAAAAAArw/ZFaWGjr8Gc4/s400/S6300201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The coats I will mention in a sec.  This is another pic of my mom and Lacey, this time, with a dress she got from my friend Brynn. I'm tellin ya, I can't keep this up. This whole "taking-pictures-of baby-in-every-outfit thing" cannot go on for my second child. I'm always thinking, "Should I photo document how cute she looks in this too? " What if I missed something?  I don't have the RAM for this obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of obsessions, I need to get control. Anybody have a problem with shopping for that perfect item, and even exhanging something two or three times until you think you get it right? And then once you settle on something, it still bothers you that maybe you should've gotten the other thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No? You haven't felt that way? Then maybe I am OCD.  The two items I'm still all torn about are the two coats above.  They were the same price, on sale.  The leather one I thought was adorable.  It has fur on on inside but it's not very thick.  I bought the puffy one.  I thought it would be thicker and warmer for when I do walks around the neighborhood.  BUt it's hard to buckle her in her carseat with it on.  If you can say anything that helps me think I made the right decision, please do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe the baby would drool on the leather one.  Maybe I can buy her one like it next year or the year after.  Maybe I need to do some stinkin community service so I'm not so darn materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUxAs47qTI/AAAAAAAAAro/3PC5G80fGdk/s1600-h/S6300199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414788015102601522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUxAs47qTI/AAAAAAAAAro/3PC5G80fGdk/s400/S6300199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This hat looks like a beret when it's supposed to look like a cute cap like the one the teacher from the show "Glee" wears.  One day I will get the perfect hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUwnRuTaDI/AAAAAAAAArY/KckUranQuXE/s1600-h/S6300198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414787578313533490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUwnRuTaDI/AAAAAAAAArY/KckUranQuXE/s400/S6300198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Electric Light Parade in Phoenix.  It was FRIGID that night.  The baby screamed her head off.  I forgot one of her shoes and her little socked feet were cold and I had that "Mother GUILT" we all get sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was obviously, "Pre-Furry-Brown-Coat".  As you can guess, the obsession with the coats came partly as a result of the "guilt" mentioned above.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go to this parade someday!  Freeze but enjoy the large balloons, lit-up high school band uniforms, lit-up cars, and Sheriff Joe Arpaio riding in a fire truck.  I seriously feared for his life as we were on 7th street and Indian school.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUwmofFSCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/enbgltyLuDc/s1600-h/S6300197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414787567243839522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUwmofFSCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/enbgltyLuDc/s400/S6300197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5589484314928106014-2687913142081295493?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/2687913142081295493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=2687913142081295493&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/2687913142081295493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/2687913142081295493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-obsession-and-parade.html' title='Shopping obsession and a parade'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SyUytkrOGcI/AAAAAAAAAsA/MZ5i2g__JaE/s72-c/on678464-00qlv01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-4162843370866967373</id><published>2009-11-28T11:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:03:54.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Crawl of '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzd9iZTAI/AAAAAAAAArI/nYFizRnQ-wU/s1600/S6300156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409231586020903938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzd9iZTAI/AAAAAAAAArI/nYFizRnQ-wU/s400/S6300156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that face!  She was thinking about crawling.  But she also gets OCD on her one-wheeled bumble-bee toy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzdgqrNuI/AAAAAAAAArA/c24ZsnwGbjs/s1600/S6300155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409231578271004386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzdgqrNuI/AAAAAAAAArA/c24ZsnwGbjs/s400/S6300155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here goes!  Starting position!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzdESR7pI/AAAAAAAAAq4/w7eou_OjeYU/s1600/S6300154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409231570652491410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzdESR7pI/AAAAAAAAAq4/w7eou_OjeYU/s400/S6300154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crawl in action.  (The first time was Sunday--this is a day or two later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzctQJEDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/k7CvnnaiAno/s1600/S6300151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409231564469506098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzctQJEDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/k7CvnnaiAno/s400/S6300151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Grandma after church.&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/5589484314928106014-4162843370866967373?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/4162843370866967373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=4162843370866967373&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/4162843370866967373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/4162843370866967373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-crawl-of-09.html' title='The First Crawl of &apos;09'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SxFzd9iZTAI/AAAAAAAAArI/nYFizRnQ-wU/s72-c/S6300156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-8426466062772663126</id><published>2009-11-05T10:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:49:39.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Broke the Law and the Law Won</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SvMMfAgIY7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/eGZfPY3q0D4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400674104997602226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SvMMfAgIY7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/eGZfPY3q0D4/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesterday morning I had an incident. I come home from baby sitting every morning and have two routes I can go home. If I go one way I may run into a large bus loading about 40 kids in our neighborhood. I don't want to be stuck behind this bus so I tend to go the other way,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, yesterday I went the bus way for some reason unbeknownst to me. I see the last few kids getting on the bus. I see the stop sign. But yet I slowly creep my car past the sign. Hoping not to get in trouble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two minutes later my doorbell rings. I thought there was an off chane that it was an irate person and thought maybe I shouldn't answer the door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there she was. Mouth in a grimace. Ready to give me a tounge lashing. I'm holding Lacey in my arms and this lady exclaims, "Are you aware of the law of the stop sign on the bus???" I was thrown off so I just said, "I forgot." I am extremely ashamed to admit that was a fib.  She replied, Oh you forgot, huh?"  She was very angry.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well several of the parents and the busdriver are really upset 'cause we see you do this all the time!!!" Not true! That was only possibly the 2nd time I did it and it was awhile ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Well, if it was your kid riding the bus and I did it to you, how would you feel?????" she exclaimed. So I decided to use a tactic my mom uses that allows you do not be a doormat but to make the person look dumb for yelling. I killed her with kindness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Didn't I meet you at the pool one time?" and then, "Thank you so much for telling me. Thank you so much for coming over." This made her even angrier and she walked off in a huff, saying "Your welcome."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So 10 minutes later I get a call from my friend in my ward who saw the lady literally run after my car. Psycho! She told me this woman is known to get on people's cases a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All I could think about later is how guilty I felt for doing it, but also all the comeback lines I could have used on her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ironic part: My husband's a busdriver and he calls the police on people sometimes who run his stop sign.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now all you parents out there whose kids ride the bus, I'm so sorry! I will never do it again. I made a mistake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And all you psycho yellers out there: Power trips will never give you joy. And don't take the law into your own hands. Let the police do it. And if you ever come on my property again and yell at me in front of my child, I may tee pee your house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-8426466062772663126?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/8426466062772663126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=8426466062772663126&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8426466062772663126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8426466062772663126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-broke-law-and-law-won.html' title='I Broke the Law and the Law Won'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SvMMfAgIY7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/eGZfPY3q0D4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-787138834443893781</id><published>2009-10-25T12:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T12:21:20.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old McDonald Had a Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSxT8h47HI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7i2JPsnMFQI/s1600-h/S6300098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396633209720597618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSxT8h47HI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7i2JPsnMFQI/s400/S6300098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that Shnepf Farm he had some corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw74iTskI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CvUEemSJas4/s1600-h/S6300102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396632796331749954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw74iTskI/AAAAAAAAAp4/CvUEemSJas4/s400/S6300102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also had a small train to ride, bu lacey didn't ride it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw7lP7iYI/AAAAAAAAApw/HudFgHAKK2U/s1600-h/S6300110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396632791154395522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw7lP7iYI/AAAAAAAAApw/HudFgHAKK2U/s400/S6300110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had some hay to crunch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw7NdoAmI/AAAAAAAAApo/75LR-mNaAyw/s1600-h/S6300083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396632784769385058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw7NdoAmI/AAAAAAAAApo/75LR-mNaAyw/s400/S6300083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had some punpkins to crouch on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw6_aYXAI/AAAAAAAAApg/DTmwsrU5xJk/s1600-h/S6300077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396632780997680130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw6_aYXAI/AAAAAAAAApg/DTmwsrU5xJk/s400/S6300077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littler pumpkins made a more comfy seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw6WuY8VI/AAAAAAAAApY/3bU56Fg15_U/s1600-h/S6300092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396632770075750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSw6WuY8VI/AAAAAAAAApY/3bU56Fg15_U/s400/S6300092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron was the brains behind all these photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSvFEaeeDI/AAAAAAAAApQ/OsEPXeElBh8/s1600-h/S6300089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396630755115694130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSvFEaeeDI/AAAAAAAAApQ/OsEPXeElBh8/s400/S6300089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey quite enjoyed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSvElryUaI/AAAAAAAAApI/o-6WBxee-uU/s1600-h/S6300090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396630746866799010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSvElryUaI/AAAAAAAAApI/o-6WBxee-uU/s400/S6300090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One the first family photos ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is at our ward Trunk or Treat.  My costume was thrown together 45 minutes before the thing started.  I tried to make cornbread but it turned out flat and hard as a rock.  Story of my life.  I need cooking lessons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacey was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSvDpgh4NI/AAAAAAAAAow/KAiWcMXHe7U/s1600-h/S6300124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396630730713456850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSvDpgh4NI/AAAAAAAAAow/KAiWcMXHe7U/s400/S6300124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-787138834443893781?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/787138834443893781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=787138834443893781&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/787138834443893781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/787138834443893781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-mcdonald-had-farm.html' title='Old McDonald Had a Farm'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSxT8h47HI/AAAAAAAAAqA/7i2JPsnMFQI/s72-c/S6300098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-5153849067194357957</id><published>2009-10-25T09:50:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T10:11:42.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of the Missing Adhesive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSCXgtSkqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/S4kYhoUmSLI/s1600-h/S6300126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396581593925194402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSCXgtSkqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/S4kYhoUmSLI/s400/S6300126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tale begins with a flu shot.  Little Lacey Lee never had a flu shot before.  She waited for her doctor's appointment with heavy anticipation.  She knew her stomach was acting up.  Was it the chocolate bars her mom always eats?  Perhaps that piece of bacon wrapped around a green chili at the neighbor's Halloween party.  Whatever it was, Lacey hoped the doctor would set her mom straight on her eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the appointment comes and "Oh no!  What's that sharp thing aimed at my leg???  OW!!"   The shot went in.  But Lacey soon got over it and gazed curiously at her new red Crayola crayon bandaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 12:00 pm when her mom got Lacey out of the car after the appointment, the bandaid was missing.  "Hmmm," she wondered.  Then she promptly forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time!  Lacey was eating morsels of wheat bread.  But they kept on making her cough.  Her eyes watered.  She even threw up a little!  Mom was worried that her previous skillful bread chewing had temporarily come to an end.  "Why can't she chew it anymore?"  Lacey nursed and then got tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the day Lacey was laughing and her mom thought she saw something red and black on the roof of Lacey's mouth.  "Naw.  There's nothing there," she reasoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey took a 2 hour nap.  She dreamed of dogs, water fountains, and Cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5:00 it was dinner time.  Again, the bread.  Again, the choking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about some chomping-of the-tv-remote time?"  Lacey's mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they sat on the recliner and Lacey chomped away.  Suddenly, without warning, a wet limp item landed on the mom's arm.  "What IS that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down.  And there it was.  The red Crayola bandaid.  The bandaid that had been attached to the roof of Lacey's mouth for over 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the evidenec.  The very bandaid following its residence in Lacey's mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSCXdrSChI/AAAAAAAAAog/D3FF9t-nYAM/s1600-h/S6300125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396581593111464466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSCXdrSChI/AAAAAAAAAog/D3FF9t-nYAM/s400/S6300125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're currently looking for a school for mothering.  First class of the day, "The Dangers of Choking."&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/5589484314928106014-5153849067194357957?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/5153849067194357957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=5153849067194357957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/5153849067194357957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/5153849067194357957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/10/tale-of-missing-adhesive.html' title='The Tale of the Missing Adhesive'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SuSCXgtSkqI/AAAAAAAAAoo/S4kYhoUmSLI/s72-c/S6300126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-8321498591714300023</id><published>2009-10-21T17:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:50:13.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutus or Too toos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/St-sNIETG3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/v-xsCxcvv_I/s1600-h/IMG_9747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395220220116933490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/St-sNIETG3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/v-xsCxcvv_I/s400/IMG_9747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another cute pic from the photo shoot&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/5589484314928106014-8321498591714300023?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/8321498591714300023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=8321498591714300023&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8321498591714300023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8321498591714300023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/10/tutus-or-too-toos.html' title='Tutus or Too toos?'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/St-sNIETG3I/AAAAAAAAAoY/v-xsCxcvv_I/s72-c/IMG_9747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-6015966706264782493</id><published>2009-10-14T22:20:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:30:30.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Future Cougar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/StayNghGlzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CzRQSBK2z-g/s1600-h/lacey+byu+serious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392693548959569714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/StayNghGlzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CzRQSBK2z-g/s400/lacey+byu+serious.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not that kind of cougar, you sickos!  Courtney Cox's kind of cougar will not be the future of Miss Lacey.  Hopefully she will marry someone within 8 years of her age.  Some of you have already seen these pics on facebook.  But I just wanted to put them on here too in case anyone else wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax2CZmzwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/lZi9AbPdgoY/s1600-h/lacey+BYU+stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392693145738071810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax2CZmzwI/AAAAAAAAAoI/lZi9AbPdgoY/s400/lacey+BYU+stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax169IM6I/AAAAAAAAAoA/gBHWtSjYjG0/s1600-h/lacey+byu+standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392693143739577250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax169IM6I/AAAAAAAAAoA/gBHWtSjYjG0/s400/lacey+byu+standing.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/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax1Z_Z5jI/AAAAAAAAAn4/tp-RaMsAoLo/s1600-h/lacey+kissed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392693134890755634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax1Z_Z5jI/AAAAAAAAAn4/tp-RaMsAoLo/s400/lacey+kissed.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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax0wgTKNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ygPBAMXFvHs/s1600-h/lacey+orange+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392693123754436818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax0wgTKNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ygPBAMXFvHs/s400/lacey+orange+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw herself on the computer in this pic yesterday and then made the same face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax0iGtZOI/AAAAAAAAAno/xHBuLCaunvA/s1600-h/lacye+orange+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392693119889007842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Stax0iGtZOI/AAAAAAAAAno/xHBuLCaunvA/s400/lacye+orange+pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Strikin a pose.  This girl sat like this for a good 5 minutes and didn't move at all.  She actually got into this position herself and then just got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a lot more I'm getting from my sister -in-law. She's so talented!  Thanks again, Robin!  Check out her photography blog at portraitsbyrobinlee.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love Lacey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-6015966706264782493?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/6015966706264782493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=6015966706264782493&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6015966706264782493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6015966706264782493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-cougar.html' title='A Future Cougar?'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/StayNghGlzI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/CzRQSBK2z-g/s72-c/lacey+byu+serious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-1063147402027869698</id><published>2009-09-28T17:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T17:59:25.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!  She Won't Eat Solids!</title><content type='html'>Ok, that title made it sound worse than it is.  But I know there's lots of you with expertise out there.  Tell me if you 've ever had this happen and what you did or have heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started her with all veggies the first couple of weeks.  Then came all the fruits.  She then rejected all the veggies.   She got such a taste for bananas that she started just wanting those.  She even refused the sweeter ones like squash and sweet potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried mixing things with cereal.  She'll only eat cereal with bananas.  She started eating those fruit/veggie combos like apple &amp;amp;carrot but she's been rejecting those for 4 days now too.  And a lot of times she's too tired /cranky /hungry to even want any solids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going crazy!!!11  It's such a pain to prepare /warm food 6 to 8 times a day and maybe she takes it once.  If I'm lucky, twice.  What can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-1063147402027869698?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/1063147402027869698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=1063147402027869698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1063147402027869698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1063147402027869698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/09/help-she-wont-eat-solids.html' title='Help!  She Won&apos;t Eat Solids!'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-6508090025784963302</id><published>2009-09-24T09:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:09:01.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear</title><content type='html'>I wanted to give ya'll an idea of how Lacey's hair sticks straight up.  So I've been taking all these pictures of her but the lighting usually never shows her hair.  This one does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is like unto her Grandpa Nichols (Dave) , bless his heart.  We lovingly refer to him as "The Mad Scientist." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey is 7 months old!  Time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrumnEBm8hI/AAAAAAAAAng/JeEwpyhO3oM/s1600-h/S6300015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385080969477157394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrumnEBm8hI/AAAAAAAAAng/JeEwpyhO3oM/s400/S6300015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of her favorite places to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrummoHdSQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/wJg_xz9TXws/s1600-h/S6300019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385080961985497346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrummoHdSQI/AAAAAAAAAnY/wJg_xz9TXws/s400/S6300019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My skirt is the background on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrummViKJQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dKY4eqkiRR8/s1600-h/S6300021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385080956997215490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrummViKJQI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/dKY4eqkiRR8/s400/S6300021.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/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sruml8r28nI/AAAAAAAAAnI/V0EAaTJcpzg/s1600-h/S6300022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385080950327014002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sruml8r28nI/AAAAAAAAAnI/V0EAaTJcpzg/s400/S6300022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a smile!  This is one of the dresses we got around easter.  It brings out her blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrueZooPPQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BK_tIDQrw4g/s1600-h/S6300022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrueZX-Mu5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/JGAt81Qnlo0/s1600-h/S6300012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385071938220374930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrueZX-Mu5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/JGAt81Qnlo0/s400/S6300012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fun place to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrueYxhmO9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/zcbXqsP-W2w/s1600-h/S6300018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385071927899864018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrueYxhmO9I/AAAAAAAAAmw/zcbXqsP-W2w/s400/S6300018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close up!  A lot of people think she's starting to look more like Cameron.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrueYtEM2CI/AAAAAAAAAmo/q8YbG-sVtII/s1600-h/S6300017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385071926702823458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrueYtEM2CI/AAAAAAAAAmo/q8YbG-sVtII/s400/S6300017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's waving at you guys!  Hasta Luego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-6508090025784963302?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/6508090025784963302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=6508090025784963302&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6508090025784963302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6508090025784963302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/09/fuzzy-wuzzy-was-bear.html' title='Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SrumnEBm8hI/AAAAAAAAAng/JeEwpyhO3oM/s72-c/S6300015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-8047146138647473910</id><published>2009-08-19T14:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:50:36.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Educate Myself . . . TV Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Soxxp5KWf6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/TbLxJw3Zy8c/s1600-h/dr_phil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371793420078972834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Soxxp5KWf6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/TbLxJw3Zy8c/s400/dr_phil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How could you say "no" to this face"?  How could you hide any of your past issues, your baggage, your emotional garbage if thsi man were standing in front of you?  Is it his bald head?  His manly stache?  Is it the suit?  Or does finger-pointing make you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, what would I do without the doctors in my life?  They may not be my personal doctors, but I 'm getting diagnosed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, pray tell, would I do from 1 pm to 3 pm without these shows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, Dr. Phil is addicting.  You start watching 5 minutes thinking you won't stay on that channel, but then the story hooks you in and you find that an hour goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Dr. Phil often creates extra drama and makes the people hate each other more than they did before they came, a lot of times he has a good point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Soxxo29PFEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WUF-DzReKpY/s1600-h/thedoctorstv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371793402307220546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Soxxo29PFEI/AAAAAAAAAmY/WUF-DzReKpY/s400/thedoctorstv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think "The Doctors"  is a really interesting show and well-done.  I get hooked in by their teasers.  Things like, " Coming up, the tests you need to undergo to save your life . . ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What test is it???  Is my life in danger?  Do I need to give up my daily dose of chocolate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am quite glad I am stull able to further my education from my own couch, tortilla chips in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-8047146138647473910?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/8047146138647473910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=8047146138647473910&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8047146138647473910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8047146138647473910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-educate-myself-tv-doctors.html' title='How I Educate Myself . . . TV Doctors'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Soxxp5KWf6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/TbLxJw3Zy8c/s72-c/dr_phil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-7751817605509608291</id><published>2009-07-31T12:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:49:24.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Other" Tattoo</title><content type='html'>I say that an email address is like unto a tatoo. You may or may not like it years from when you chose it. But you're stuck with it no matter what. (not saying anything bad about tattoos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chose "fundip511" when I was 16. I liked the candy. The name was picked on a whim. I've always kept it and used yahoo 'cause I like the format the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever done something really embarrassing but don't realize how humiliating it was until a couple of years later when you think, "I was a buffoon!" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is that I worked for a professor at BYU as his teaching assistant. It was a humongous class of 300 called World Civilizations. On the first day of each semester, he would put my email address on the overhead and it was projected on this gigantic screen in the auditorium. And there it was. My professional email. The one people would look to for help in the class and to set tutoring times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:FUNDIP511@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUNDIP511@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that many people have said over the years that they didn't open an email from me because they thought it was some racy, bad person??? I thought back then that you could only have one yahoo address under your name. So when I started teaching I made a hotmail and never liked using hotmail so I've kept fundip.I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why do I still use that address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all hit me the other day when I got an email from an old professor who now teaches in England. I thought, "He has carried that ridiculous address with him for 6 years now." I hope he doesn't think I'm a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugggh. I cringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-7751817605509608291?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/7751817605509608291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=7751817605509608291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/7751817605509608291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/7751817605509608291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-tatoo.html' title='The &quot;Other&quot; Tattoo'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-8560148733221170879</id><published>2009-07-15T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:37:12.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July--Food and Lacey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHGuw-9DI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SLiM1Q815BE/s1600-h/S6300474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364709762086663218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHGuw-9DI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SLiM1Q815BE/s400/S6300474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color is red!  My friend Melanie gave us this adorable red and white outfit and I had no royal blue ribbon to make it patriotic so I used another blue.  Lacey pulled it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHGaEHaMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Ib39f8oCblE/s1600-h/S6300478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364709756529764546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHGaEHaMI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Ib39f8oCblE/s400/S6300478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cameron's creations.  They were gorgeous cupcakes.    The frosting recipe he used was too buttery though so he was bummed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHGA6Be2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/m7Cdze_dIBQ/s1600-h/S6300477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364709749776546658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHGA6Be2I/AAAAAAAAAmA/m7Cdze_dIBQ/s400/S6300477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Cameron creation.  Who doesn't love a good Jello parfait?  I was quite proud of his skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHFhtNlMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/S8dn6yXZsZU/s1600-h/S6300473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364709741401314498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHFhtNlMI/AAAAAAAAAl4/S8dn6yXZsZU/s400/S6300473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a partial smile!&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/5589484314928106014-8560148733221170879?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/8560148733221170879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=8560148733221170879&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8560148733221170879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8560148733221170879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/07/4th-of-july-food-and-lacey.html' title='4th of July--Food and Lacey'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SnNHGuw-9DI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/SLiM1Q815BE/s72-c/S6300474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-3534760360802790846</id><published>2009-06-30T17:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:44:42.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bizarre Stories Log, Summer '09</title><content type='html'>I had a couple of funny moments on my trip to Kansas. We just got back from riding with my family for 22 hours there and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was blow drying my hair and I had a sink full of water with a poopy outfit soaking in front of me. You know, they tell you to never blow dry near water. Well, all of a sudden the blow dryer falls into the water. Being the genius that I am, instead of unplugging it real quick, I pulled the dryer right back out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could've died!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This story actually happened right before Kansas. Cameron and I had taken 2 cars to church because I had to get a calling before church. So after church, I had the baby and I was looking for him so we could ride home together, forgetting he had his own car. I waited and waited in the foyer. No Cameron. This friend of ours started looking for him. He looked in every room of the church and couldn’t find him so he started to get worried. I didn’t have a watch so I didn’t realize forty minutes had gone by as I was just sitting there waiting and chitchatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, half the bishopric starts looking for him too. All of a sudden, a lightbulb went on! Oh! We brought two cars! He went home. Let’s just say I was beyond embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally, the Finale!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kansas we went to see the movie "Up" with the whole family. We were already in the theatre and my older sister Tracie was in a huge rush to meet us in there. She had driven like a mad woman to pick up her 5 year old Spencer from summer camp. She jumped out of the car with him and starting walking into the theater, then realized she didn't have her car keys. So she thought, Oh well, I'll just have someone drive me home afterwards to get the spare keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She comes out of the movie and walks to her car and notices IT"S RUNNING! She had left her car running for the entire 2 1/2 hour movie ! We were dying laughing. And no one stole her car. Only in Kansas!!!&lt;br /&gt;She honored me so much when she told me that she has now topped anything ditzy I've ever done. This one takes the cake, and probably will forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-3534760360802790846?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/3534760360802790846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=3534760360802790846&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/3534760360802790846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/3534760360802790846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/06/bizarre-stories-log-summer-09.html' title='Bizarre Stories Log, Summer &apos;09'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-7520048543972629765</id><published>2009-06-04T08:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:18:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The face can say alot . . . especially the mouth part of the face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl9J9YH6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/dm9geKbebfI/s1600-h/May+25,+2009+b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343492321706516386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl9J9YH6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/dm9geKbebfI/s400/May+25,+2009+b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Gee mom, I am so thrilled to be riding in this car for 4 hours straight. But I can't feel my butt anymore. Do you think you could take me out of here? I'll smile a good one for ya! Pleeease!" (After a 24 hour trip to Greer, AZ Lacey was eager to exit her car seat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl8zk1vaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/g78xsZ7jvE4/s1600-h/May+28,+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343492315698019746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl8zk1vaI/AAAAAAAAAlo/g78xsZ7jvE4/s400/May+28,+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This saucer tastes like fabric. It's better than my gripe water. Delish!! Too bad I'm too short to reach any of the toys around me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl8W2StVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/r-oO4Zln_KE/s1600-h/May+28,+2009+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343492307986593106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl8W2StVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/r-oO4Zln_KE/s400/May+28,+2009+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Ya know, I feel rather relaxed at the moment. But that will last approximately 5 minutes so enjoy it now. And why do you keep pointing that shiny silver thing at me?? It's blinding!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl8PpEKuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ix7HiF20SVg/s1600-h/May+28,+2009+e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343492306052066018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl8PpEKuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ix7HiF20SVg/s400/May+28,+2009+e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "My stroller is very stimulating to the eye. The black, the white, the silver! I want my next vehicle to be a Volkswagon Jetta. Thanks, daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl7vq4zzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LNI8TarpxOw/s1600-h/May+28,+2009+f.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343492297469775666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl7vq4zzI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LNI8TarpxOw/s400/May+28,+2009+f.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Oooooooooooh yeah. I'm lookin good. Look at me and my bad self! My head-holdy-uppy-self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflMGtsjFI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wN3f64EiYhc/s1600-h/May+25,+2009+e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491479021849682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflMGtsjFI/AAAAAAAAAlI/wN3f64EiYhc/s400/May+25,+2009+e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "You know, that flash takes my adorable smile away, mom. You can keep trying and trying, but it ain't gonna happen. You big weirdo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflMOwBdAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/BVGtLMSmjMc/s1600-h/Lacey+June+1,+2009+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491481179091970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflMOwBdAI/AAAAAAAAAlA/BVGtLMSmjMc/s400/Lacey+June+1,+2009+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Why must you take pictures of me every time I get a new outfit on? There's no room on your computer for all these pics. I know your computer is nearly crashed again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflLqmdeoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Z612xXBiucc/s1600-h/June+3+2009+e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491471475309186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflLqmdeoI/AAAAAAAAAk4/Z612xXBiucc/s400/June+3+2009+e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " Dad found the secret! Strip me down and you'll get the grin. Jackpot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflLkYfy4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/p6hteMtOU2U/s1600-h/June+3+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491469806128002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflLkYfy4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/p6hteMtOU2U/s400/June+3+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "My gums hurt so I'm drooling. And no, I'm not storing nuts in those cheeks for the winter. Elvis is aliiiiiiiiiiiiiive!" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflLMkGeFI/AAAAAAAAAko/jhlY5882Ylw/s1600-h/June+3+2009+a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343491463412349010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SiflLMkGeFI/AAAAAAAAAko/jhlY5882Ylw/s400/June+3+2009+a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "You people are wacko! Where's my lunch?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-7520048543972629765?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/7520048543972629765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=7520048543972629765&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/7520048543972629765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/7520048543972629765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/06/face-can-say-alot-especially-mouth-part.html' title='The face can say alot . . . especially the mouth part of the face'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sifl9J9YH6I/AAAAAAAAAlw/dm9geKbebfI/s72-c/May+25,+2009+b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-8384544314705152157</id><published>2009-05-29T23:19:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:36:31.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafts and decor for sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hey everybody! I've just been cleaning out my craft inventory and have listed some of the remaining items from last year on this blog. I have included pictures of each item on the sidebar. Many of these are close replicas of items that sell in the "&lt;em&gt;Country Sampler"&lt;/em&gt; magazine. My prices are considerably lower though. You can buy these same crafts on my website's online store at the following link &lt;a href="http://gahomedesign.org/crafts.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://gahomedesign.org/crafts.aspx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . I can't offer the discounts through my website, but I can over the phone. If you would like any of these or want me to make you a custom product, please give us a call at &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(480) 969-5229.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do negotiate prices and take best offers. In addition, if you need help arranging your furniture and decor so that is is optimally functional as well as aesthetic, give me a call. I'm currently running a consulting special for only $20.00. This service will give you feedback and suggestions from a decorator/designers perspective. We'll discuss various furniture layouts, color schemes, suggested purchases &amp;amp; upgrades, etc. . You can also visit my website, &lt;a href="http://www.gentryaesthetics.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.gentryaesthetics.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Just call us for more details if you are interested. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-8384544314705152157?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/8384544314705152157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=8384544314705152157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8384544314705152157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/8384544314705152157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-everybody-im-just-cleaning-out-my.html' title='Crafts and decor for sale'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-1790220495372282357</id><published>2009-05-28T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:03:22.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any jobs out there?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for any of you who already got this message on facebook.  I'm just putting it here because you never know how you might be able to network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!  Cameron works for the school district and because of budget cuts, he will not have work this summer. He is looking for a summer job or is even willing to get a new job altogether. He's starting school but will probably start doing classes online. If anyone knows of anything, please let me know! ( his skills are in carpentry, interior design, CDL driving trucks or busses, computer stuff, or we're just looking for different entry level things) Thanks so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-1790220495372282357?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/1790220495372282357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=1790220495372282357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1790220495372282357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1790220495372282357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/05/any-jobs-out-there.html' title='Any jobs out there?'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-3892629672316274906</id><published>2009-05-05T11:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:22:14.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idol Woship 2009 Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SgCDuxjRM8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ruQIrc1g9Fw/s1600-h/kris_allen_210x202.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332406798405153730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SgCDuxjRM8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ruQIrc1g9Fw/s200/kris_allen_210x202.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SgCDurALpqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/4KzAQRNq1DQ/s1600-h/M2OI2CASPZ2UFCAXRB0V5CAVG5HKECA947BEHCALMOFLJCA3ALV6FCAKLGH6ECAA5LQ4ZCAU0VH7GCAFFCC94CA0V6CR4CA0YG0XKCANW5SY5CA5NO10HCAVUKXOZCAXTXIRCCA461JYQCAZ37AW8CAPCLGAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332406796647376546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SgCDurALpqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/4KzAQRNq1DQ/s200/M2OI2CASPZ2UFCAXRB0V5CAVG5HKECA947BEHCALMOFLJCA3ALV6FCAKLGH6ECAA5LQ4ZCAU0VH7GCAFFCC94CA0V6CR4CA0YG0XKCANW5SY5CA5NO10HCAVUKXOZCAXTXIRCCA461JYQCAZ37AW8CAPCLGAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SgCDuanGrEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5psEck1guDg/s1600-h/DSA69CA3J5O67CAJSBZANCACK8LSDCAGW0YRLCAUEYUT3CAQA2SQDCARJU5BNCAFMOF6MCA2UWYK9CAI3SAMZCADR5LFQCAEKA00ECAVBE94BCAVXWLS4CAOOP6DNCAWIFXK7CAO7PDQMCAYM8EIJCA4NKMIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332406792247225410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SgCDuanGrEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/5psEck1guDg/s200/DSA69CA3J5O67CAJSBZANCACK8LSDCAGW0YRLCAUEYUT3CAQA2SQDCARJU5BNCAFMOF6MCA2UWYK9CAI3SAMZCADR5LFQCAEKA00ECAVBE94BCAVXWLS4CAOOP6DNCAWIFXK7CAO7PDQMCAYM8EIJCA4NKMIE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my favorite Idols. Who will be in the finals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-3892629672316274906?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/3892629672316274906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=3892629672316274906&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/3892629672316274906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/3892629672316274906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/05/idol-woship-2009-style.html' title='Idol Woship 2009 Style'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SgCDuxjRM8I/AAAAAAAAAfg/ruQIrc1g9Fw/s72-c/kris_allen_210x202.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-1087226380989370785</id><published>2009-04-18T20:35:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:15:09.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqdybj1JJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aXHaiRdcVEo/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242999036093586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqdybj1JJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aXHaiRdcVEo/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The not so happy bunny dons her first Easter outfit. The things we force our kids to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SeqdkCA6jTI/AAAAAAAAAao/O54V5_a9HAE/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242751660592434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SeqdkCA6jTI/AAAAAAAAAao/O54V5_a9HAE/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242750244522866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqdj8vTC3I/AAAAAAAAAag/mahoYtH170I/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The binky saves the day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqdjo3XdZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ECu8pAiRLYg/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242744909657490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqdjo3XdZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ECu8pAiRLYg/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved this dress and another one, finally chose this one, then I went back to get the other one 3 days later. I'm a sucker for baby dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SeqdjIO5BaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zD5wqfKkdnQ/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242736149956002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SeqdjIO5BaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/zD5wqfKkdnQ/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc5PK-nxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/G-KXX2zrBmk/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242016458088210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc5PK-nxI/AAAAAAAAAaI/G-KXX2zrBmk/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc4lo-o1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/pxXu_RiKK5U/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242005309629266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc4lo-o1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/pxXu_RiKK5U/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc4TfMo1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/AksyOqhD1aI/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326242000436765522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc4TfMo1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/AksyOqhD1aI/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc4MgNW8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VUuKoCRFRzA/s1600-h/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326241998561958850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqc4MgNW8I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VUuKoCRFRzA/s320/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She gets that open -mouth thing from mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-1087226380989370785?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/1087226380989370785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=1087226380989370785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1087226380989370785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1087226380989370785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Seqdybj1JJI/AAAAAAAAAaw/aXHaiRdcVEo/s72-c/Fall+Winter+2008+Cabin+072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-6101341868398296794</id><published>2009-04-24T12:10:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:13:26.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housewives of New York and Mesa</title><content type='html'>I have a guilty pleasure. I LOVE to watch the show "Real Housewives of New York City." What s it about rich people's lives that makes us glue ourselves to the t.v.? Is it their snobbish obsession with designer labels? Is it their constant bickering? Perhaps we aspire to live in high rise apartments on the upper east side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, my sister Tracie got me pondering on just how different the Housewives of New York are from the Housewives of Mesa/Gilbert/AJ. Here are a few differences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wRd4QiI/AAAAAAAAAfA/CopiOo0fmko/s1600-h/woman-walking-vista-stroller+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Housewives of New York marry metrosexual Australians. They buy "fixer-upper" million dolllar condos in Brooklyn. They attend fashion shows and play tennis. Most admirably, they begin writing books on "How to raise children", even though they may lie about their children being able to speak French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wGrpQtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/66rSpEI1Tmk/s1600-h/alex+book+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329507409094853330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wGrpQtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/66rSpEI1Tmk/s400/alex+book+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Housewives of Mesa pore over the pages of "What to Expect the First Year", looking for any gems of wisdom to help them navigate through the ever-changing colors of poop and the pros and cons of using a binky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wKYpqOI/AAAAAAAAAew/OwotJbeK_2o/s1600-h/what+to+expect+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329507410088929506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wKYpqOI/AAAAAAAAAew/OwotJbeK_2o/s400/what+to+expect+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housewives of New York sell non-fat whole-grain calorie-free desserts to promote good self-esteem for wealthy people. This self esteem will come through promoting a healthy lifestyle rather than a hot body, as evidenced by the brand name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wP7triI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jBEfjpXfQN0/s1600-h/skinny+girl+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329507411578170914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wP7triI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jBEfjpXfQN0/s400/skinny+girl+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housewives of Mesa sell a variety of things, from board games to scenty candles to cosmetics. I admire all the people I know who do this because I have not one grain of salesmanship in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1FXTpLLI/AAAAAAAAAco/ICcj32gzZ0E/s1600-h/mary+kay+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329505575311584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1FXTpLLI/AAAAAAAAAco/ICcj32gzZ0E/s400/mary+kay+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housewives of New York do yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1FD7D4wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NE9Yzc-O3oQ/s1600-h/yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329505570108203778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1FD7D4wI/AAAAAAAAAcg/NE9Yzc-O3oQ/s400/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housewives of Mesa might do yoga but most often are found walking one or more children around the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1FLzTCoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4FKxQN4GKdU/s1600-h/woman-walking-vista-stroller+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329505572223126146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1FLzTCoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4FKxQN4GKdU/s400/woman-walking-vista-stroller+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housewives of New York drive Porchses. (actually I have no idea what kind of car this is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1EzMc7JI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZkKkc1nSSbU/s1600-h/RealHousewives+car+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329505565617745042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1EzMc7JI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ZkKkc1nSSbU/s400/RealHousewives+car+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mesa-ites drive Windstars. (I happen to have a wine-colored one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1EpFjoqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bwXH1mMSjb8/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329505562904470178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY1EpFjoqI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bwXH1mMSjb8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the housewives. The name is misleading because not all are wives and they don't stay at home. Their marital statuses are as follows: single mom with half-boyfriends; the countess whose husband, the count, just left her according to the tabloids; married but has a gay guy she hangs out with who helps her with interior design; single and looking; married with one kid; and married with 2 boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485096525718370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYidV4nY2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/TClDgTk-ZmU/s400/real-housewives-of-new-york-city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sometimes these housewives make gourmet, non-dairy, non-gluten, no-egg cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYidbRjzEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/j8uDAS4nhAg/s1600-h/cupcakes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485097972517954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYidbRjzEI/AAAAAAAAAb4/j8uDAS4nhAg/s400/cupcakes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes I make 3 cakes in one week that I eat the majority of because I'm nursing and need sustenance. Or maybe it's out of boredom. Or maybe I'm addicted to dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYidINKj2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/JwrbCgip0xM/s1600-h/cake+mix2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485092853813090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYidINKj2I/AAAAAAAAAbw/JwrbCgip0xM/s400/cake+mix2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housewives of NYC go to 5 star restaurants for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYic-ssKyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uBqUrHM_79c/s1600-h/fancy+restaa+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485090301684514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYic-ssKyI/AAAAAAAAAbo/uBqUrHM_79c/s400/fancy+restaa+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Housewives of Mesa go to Filibertos, or "Fili's. We order 2 pound burritos. Our stomachs hurt later but it is SO worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYic-3ZzfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/glf69bOE4U8/s1600-h/filibertos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329485090346618354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfYic-3ZzfI/AAAAAAAAAbg/glf69bOE4U8/s400/filibertos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-6101341868398296794?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/6101341868398296794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=6101341868398296794&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6101341868398296794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/6101341868398296794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/04/housewives-of-new-york-and-mesa.html' title='Housewives of New York and Mesa'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SfY2wGrpQtI/AAAAAAAAAe4/66rSpEI1Tmk/s72-c/alex+book+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-2318168720148430619</id><published>2009-03-30T22:32:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:34:32.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday suprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SdJFz-fO_ZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Au0fKf9SaI4/s1600-h/Pictures+of+Lacey+March+2009+241redo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319390869127626130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SdJFz-fO_ZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Au0fKf9SaI4/s320/Pictures+of+Lacey+March+2009+241redo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SdJFzNzLBGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RI8VnDDhmaE/s1600-h/Pictures+of+Lacey+March+2009+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319390856057914466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SdJFzNzLBGI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RI8VnDDhmaE/s320/Pictures+of+Lacey+March+2009+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, at almost six weeks old now, we decided it was time for Lacey to start attending church! So, dressed in our Sunday best, we went to all our meetings as a new little family for the first time. Lacey wasn't real interested in the speakers, so she took a nap. She just couldn't help how the organ lulled her to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319221687618430994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SdGr8UQM6BI/AAAAAAAAAZA/TRC4QvCB7mA/s320/Pictures+of+Lacey+March+2009+256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On another note, Lacey has also begun to smile for social reasons. This is a good thing! Prior to this change, all other smiles were gas related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-2318168720148430619?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/2318168720148430619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=2318168720148430619&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/2318168720148430619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/2318168720148430619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-suprise.html' title='Sunday suprise!'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/SdJFz-fO_ZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Au0fKf9SaI4/s72-c/Pictures+of+Lacey+March+2009+241redo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-1592858180463887442</id><published>2009-03-30T12:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:01:13.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Dairy</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the advice, everybody.  We ended up getting the gripe water from Walgreen's, although my friend Melanie tells me they have it way cheaper at Nature's Finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said Lacey doesn't have reflux because she doesn't have the symptoms at all before the late afternoons.  She doesn't have colic every day which is a good thing.  When she has it, she seems like she's in pain from all the gas.  So it has been suggested to me that I need to give up dairy foods or eat way less of it.  I know it's probably good advice, but I'm so dang selfish and since she doesn't seem to have it everyday and we don't know if it's caused by dairy, I'm having trouble abstaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's discuss my love affair with dariy foods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Milk with my cereal is an obsession.  I feel sad and lost when I think about eating something else.  Oatmeal could work except that I love to drench it in milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  CHEESE .  Why do I love cheese so much?  Almost anything can be made better wiith cheese.  Ahhh, cheese crisps, grilled cheese sandwiches, pizza.  Most people have hobbies.  These are my hobbies.  They have doctors for this, I know.  Feel sad?  Have a cheeze-it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Ice cream!  Oh man, what I wouldn't give for a Blizzard right now.  I have been passionate about Dairy Queen since they started all their new commericals a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Yogurt.  I could eat this twice a day.  Yo-plait is the best.  Isn't Go-gurt a delightful invention?  I've never bought it but I've had it many a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, can't think of anymore.  But you guys get the picture.  I'm thinking I'll just experiement with eating less of it but no go off completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to give up chocolate???  What's your experience with dairy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-1592858180463887442?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/1592858180463887442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=1592858180463887442&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1592858180463887442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1592858180463887442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-dairy.html' title='I love you, Dairy'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-1079000561687486951</id><published>2009-03-27T10:33:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:50:08.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We all live in a yellow submarine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317922652279894066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sc0OegglcDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tU_l4dLuGYg/s320/bus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Question for the day. Is a school bus yellow or orange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people have recently been asking a little bit about me and what it is I do. So, in response, I thought I’d post it FYI. About three and a half years ago, I made the goal to start my own architectural and interior design business. This field of work is one of the great loves in my life. It is also a goal of mine to work for myself and be enabled to run my business out of our home. Well, after completing all the legal formation documents, obtaining licenses and establishing a website to showcase my services and portfolio, I opened my business LLC. It was a lot of work, but it has been a big check off on my list of goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317925656253280626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sc0RNXLpsXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Z2RnXciSTRs/s320/bus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, while I’ve been building the business, establishing a clientele and waiting out rough spots in the economy, I have also been employed at Mesa Public Schools. This too has been a wonderful job! Specifically, I transport Special Ed students to and from their important programs and their schools. I love it! Honestly, I sometimes smile when I think about how I get paid to do something I thoroughly enjoy. It is such a rewarding job as well. There are few places on earth where you can feel very close to heaven. One of these places is in a Special Ed bus full of perfect spirits trapped in imperfect bodies. And the service opportunities overflow continuously. Don’t get me wrong though, sometimes the bus atmosphere can also be a living you know where. But, for the most part, I love doing what I do. I also drive preschoolers and kindergartners during the lunch hour. Just yesterday, one of my five year old boys on my bus asked me “did your mom buy this for you?” He was referring to the bus. I chuckled about that the rest of the day. I had to explain that the school bought the bus so that he could have a way to go there. Another cute moment happened at Christmas time. I was attempting to correct some behavior problems, and so I expressed that they all needed to be good because Santa Clause was watching them. Just after saying this, a little girl spoke up and said, “And Heavenly Father.” I smiled about that for days! But, she’s right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317924973196021746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sc0QlmmHD_I/AAAAAAAAAYg/MWA8Ept6n8c/s320/bus.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Some people's kids are really dog ugly! J/K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t mind, I’d like to add that bus drivers, among numerous other overlooked professions, are very hard working, patient and loving people. People often under estimate what it is they have to accomplish every day. Have you ever been in a car with a screaming kid, been late, and been stuck in traffic? If you have, I want you to multiply this by however many students are on board your bus. Sometimes 70! Now, your goal at this point would be to stay polite despite every reason to fly off the handle, drive safe despite all the hazards, and be on time despite everything that holds you up. On top of that, you would have to discipline, intervene, and be encouraging. You would also have to build a relationship of trust with your students and their parents and teachers. Having witnessed the kinds of bad drivers I see on the road every day, I want you to know that it is a miracle that students rarely get hurt or in an accident during their transport. Bus drivers are good drivers. This also has a lot to do with the fact that the buses are very safe and are inspected by the drivers themselves prior to each trip. And believe me, this inspection is required and is very thorough and extensive. One last thing, though some drivers look a little shaggy and shady, many drivers are very educated people who have retired from various professions. Don’t misjudge the job. I was surprised to learn that many drivers were once lawyers, police officers, doctors and school teachers. So, next time your child gets on or off a school bus, please take a moment to thank their bus driver. They likely love and care for your kids too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-1079000561687486951?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/1079000561687486951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=1079000561687486951&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1079000561687486951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/1079000561687486951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-all-live-in-yellow-submarine.html' title='We all live in a yellow submarine.'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0bGvwiplHQc/Sc0OegglcDI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tU_l4dLuGYg/s72-c/bus.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-7950729103734565435</id><published>2009-03-25T13:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:56:25.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups and Downs of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been awhile since I've been on here. Cameron has done such a fabulous job of keeping it up for me. I'm so grateful to all you guys for commenting too. It's so sweet of you guys when I am such a blog-reading slacker and never make comments. I'm behind in blog reading but I will catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could never think of what I was going to say on here. I like to find some sort of comedic material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the inspiration to write when I was watching "Fools Rush In" a couple of mornings ago at about 3 am. That's the one with Matthew Perry and Selma Hayek. She was playing a mom giving birth on the side of the road on top of Hoover Dam. When she had the baby and they put the baby on her chest, all the memories came flooding back. I even cried. So here's to the ups and downs of new motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The pushing ends! That miserable feeling of losing all your strength completely every 3 minutes is over. (plus, my epidural had worn off somewhat and I could feel some of the pain and it wasn't pleasent. I know, you natural birth people are saying : You wimp!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-They put this purple, wet baby on your chest. The first thought was just relief that she was out. Huge relief! I felt bad that I wasn't bawling my eyes out with joy yet. Is that abnormal? But it's such a miracle and when I look at her now it blows my mind that she lived in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The gassy smile of a baby. Yes, it may have nothing to do with you. But you can pretend it does and it's awfully cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you're changing their diaper and you happen to catch that explosive poop coming out so it doesn't get all over you. That's victory, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A cuddly head resting on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Watching your husband be so incredibly sweet with the baby, love her, and be the best daddy for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mom's, sisters, grandmas, etc to help you hold her. and a Grandpa (my dad) who does research and calls us to help us figure out how to help her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-when you get four hours of sleep in a row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downs of motherhood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Colic!!!!!!!!!!!! Anybody experience this? What did you use? We got some drops from Walmart and we might go get some Gripe water but we're not sure where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Explosive poop that lands on you and soaks your pajamas and the baby's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Back pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Soreness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby crying in the car and you can't reach her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No sleep. And when Lacey won't sleep in her bed and I end up holding her for several hours in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, but it's all worth it! I just have no idea how my mom did it eight times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5589484314928106014-7950729103734565435?l=camandcass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/feeds/7950729103734565435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5589484314928106014&amp;postID=7950729103734565435&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/7950729103734565435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5589484314928106014/posts/default/7950729103734565435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camandcass.blogspot.com/2009/03/ups-and-downs-of-motherhood.html' title='Ups and Downs of Motherhood'/><author><name>Cameron, Cassie &amp;amp; Lacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05863475841118910065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07301879410222420487'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5589484314928106014.post-3272273148416183280</id><published>2009-03-24T19:02:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:30:54.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacey's model shoot</title><content type='html'>&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;Not too long ago, my sister-in-law Robin came over and took pictures of Lacey as a special gift to us and the baby. Robin is a professional photographer who has her own business called Portraits by Robin Lee. She does weddings, receptions, babies etc. The pictures turned out so cute and we couldn't help but share some of them with everyone. 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