tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-229031332009-07-13T07:38:19.498-07:00The Rupe FamilyA semi-current account of the highly interesting and exciting lives of Lori, Joshua, and Mikey Rupe along with a few random thoughts.Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-57461012980453185692009-07-09T11:25:00.003-07:002009-07-09T11:28:27.882-07:00Our Summer So Far<div style="text-align: center;">Waiting for Grandma and Uncle Tim to come to our house:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SlY2JQHn1UI/AAAAAAAAAzs/HpaLd_ezfEk/s1600-h/IMG_0778.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SlY2JQHn1UI/AAAAAAAAAzs/HpaLd_ezfEk/s400/IMG_0778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356528339377444162" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Getting started on potty training:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SlY2JK-zT3I/AAAAAAAAAzk/S-17oj-Vs8U/s1600-h/IMG_0775.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SlY2JK-zT3I/AAAAAAAAAzk/S-17oj-Vs8U/s400/IMG_0775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356528337998270322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then, Mike's favorite part of the day: taking Dom for a walk and letting him drink from the hose when we get home:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SlY2I8HXrzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XMDBCRnjLmk/s1600-h/IMG_0768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SlY2I8HXrzI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XMDBCRnjLmk/s400/IMG_0768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356528334007676722" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-5746101298045318569?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-89833521280021081952009-07-03T12:54:00.002-07:002009-07-03T12:56:45.883-07:00"Mo' bah-band?"<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(translation: "More rock band?")<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Mike's new favorite activity: Singing on Rock Band!</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid34.photobucket.com/albums/d147/LoriAlayne/105_1337.flv" height="361" width="448"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid34.photobucket.com/albums/d147/LoriAlayne/105_1338.flv" height="361" width="448"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid34.photobucket.com/albums/d147/LoriAlayne/105_1339.flv" height="361" width="448"></embed><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid34.photobucket.com/albums/d147/LoriAlayne/105_1340.flv" height="361" width="448"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-8983352128002108195?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-84048625229391492872009-06-29T09:56:00.003-07:002009-06-29T10:08:48.394-07:00An Update<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SkjzCz1swwI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_PuJeiaeNY/s1600-h/105_1314.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SkjzCz1swwI/AAAAAAAAAzU/9_PuJeiaeNY/s400/105_1314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352795386730562306" border="0" /></a><br />A friend of mine told me she was disappointed that I hadn't updated my blog in a while...so here we go...two blogs in one day! We almost didn't get to go on our trip to Washington. Joshua didn't get the time off approved at work. Then...a week before....he got laid off. Nice huh? It's a small company and they're just going downhill. So, since I had requested work off a long time before, and gotten it, we went on the trip. Now we're back to real life trying to figure out how to make some money! Joshua's going to come back to Applebee's (again haha) and hopefully we can make it through on that until he finds another job.<br /><br />On to better (I guess) news...Mike is growing up! The other day, we walked into my parents' house, and he walked straight up to my dad and said, "Oh, hi Grandpa!" First of all, when did he start speaking in complete sentences, and second...that's his first time saying the word Grandpa! He surprises us with something new every day. He also loves baseball. He'll set a ball down on the ground, golf-swing at it with a bat, then when he taps it he throws the bat and runs off somewhere. haha! I guess he watches his dad play softball more than I thought he did!<br /><br />Um...I can't think of anything more to say...so that's all you get, for now!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-8404862522939149287?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-4881306319546019072009-06-29T09:43:00.002-07:002009-06-29T09:55:58.285-07:00Washington<div style="text-align: center;">We got home from our trip to Seattle over a week ago, but I never posted anything about it, so here we go...<br /><br />We left Saturday morning, stayed that night in Pendleton, Oregon, and got to Grandmama and Papa's house Sunday evening. My mother in law's entire family (well, we were missing a few people...) was there to greet us. We stayed there for the week, making a few trips out and around.<br /><br />Here we are (with Jefferson and Jordan) in the back of Grandmama and Papa's van:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Skjvrgu6EmI/AAAAAAAAAzM/cHKy4F8oQjk/s1600-h/washington.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Skjvrgu6EmI/AAAAAAAAAzM/cHKy4F8oQjk/s400/washington.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352791687929926242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is the reason we went the week we did. The Mariner's organization was holding an open tryout. It was for guys ages 16-22, so both Justin and Jefferson got to try out. They both did pretty well! Especially Justin, who did really well (85 mph!) for only being 16. He's definitely going to have some scouts come out to his high school games over the next two years! In this picture you can see both of them on the mound. It's Jefferson's turn to show off his skills, and Justin (in the red) is warming up. Behind the fence you can see the two scouts.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SkjvrSGSM8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/iRInLZ0-u_Q/s1600-h/105_1296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SkjvrSGSM8I/AAAAAAAAAzE/iRInLZ0-u_Q/s400/105_1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352791684001444802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Then, the last night we were there, we went back to that same field for a Raniers game. Here's one of the few minutes Mike sat nicely on Dad's lap:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SkjvrAMde3I/AAAAAAAAAy8/8-tMhvqaOAI/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SkjvrAMde3I/AAAAAAAAAy8/8-tMhvqaOAI/s400/IMG_0679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352791679195511666" border="0" /></a><br />It was a pretty fun trip. We're glad we were able to go, and see some family we don't see very often, but we're also glad to be home!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-488130631954601907?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-48073169733461226322009-06-10T22:04:00.002-07:002009-06-10T22:06:16.866-07:00Goodbye Hayley...again?Well we gave Hayley away...again. Someone called, said they'd be over in a few minutes, came, loved her, and took her home. It was as quick as that. They have two other dogs, so she won't be lonely, and they know what they're doing. haha<br /><br />Hopefully it sticks this time!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-4807316973346122632?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-38803066335489630132009-06-05T22:48:00.002-07:002009-06-05T22:54:45.569-07:00UghSo much for a "good" home for Hayley.<br /><br />I came home from work, and peeked outside to see where Dom was. Instead of a big black face in the window I saw a brown and white one. Um...Hi Hayley. So I called Joshua who's in Bountiful for softball...um...why is Hayley home???<br /><br />The guy we gave her to last night was way excited to have her. She was a surprise for his wife and daughter who, supposedly, would be really excited to see her. He also mentioned that he was going out of town this morning until Sunday night. I thought that was kinda weird that he would surprise his wife with a dog, then leave for 3 days, but whatever...he probably knows his wife better than I do. WRONG. Apparently (while I was at work) right before Joshua left for softball, this lady appeared on our porch saying we had to take her back, or she was taking her to the pound. Of course Joshua was mad, but he took her back to save her from going to the pound again.<br /><br />She didn't even bring her leash back.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-3880306633548963013?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-51638854778965707052009-06-05T14:26:00.002-07:002009-06-05T14:32:43.827-07:00Goodbye Hayley!We had someone come pick up Hayley last night. It actually went really well. He was really excited to take her home as a surprise to his wife and 6 year old daughter. Apparently they used to have 2 dogs like her, who somehow chewed through a fence and escaped. They never found them, and have since moved from California to Utah, and have been wanting to get another dog. She will definitely be loved there and get a lot more attention than she did here. It'll be good for her, and us.<br /><br />Dom, however, misses her. We brought him out in the front yard after she left and he started sniffing around where she last was. He gets more attention from us though. We let him in the house for the first time in a while. Now for training...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-5163885477896570705?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-40865907970658649862009-06-04T09:32:00.003-07:002009-06-04T09:36:54.695-07:00Where are you??<div style="text-align: center;">Mike hates it when sun gets in his eyes. In fact, the first time I heard him put two words together on his own were the words, "ow! eyes!" On the mornings where we need to drive Dad to work, those are the worst. The sun shines in his window just right. So, instead of having a crying kid the whole drive, we taught him this little trick:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sif3RHFsIDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Cci9wbcewBg/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sif3RHFsIDI/AAAAAAAAAy0/Cci9wbcewBg/s400/IMG_0528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343511356231131186" border="0" /></a><br />It usually turns into a game of peek-a-boo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-4086590797065864986?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-51685044673450228612009-06-02T12:53:00.003-07:002009-06-02T12:57:49.515-07:00What the???<div style="text-align: center;">Mike was taking a nap (whew!) so I decided to go clear out the flower beds in my front yard. Dead tulips and waist-high weeds aren't that pretty.<br /><br />Then I hear Hayley whining. Ok, that's weird...then I look around the corner of the house:<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SiWDUCGGj6I/AAAAAAAAAys/ODLqjawZ8Os/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SiWDUCGGj6I/AAAAAAAAAys/ODLqjawZ8Os/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342820913128050594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I guess she figured out how to climb on top of the chicken coop/dog house and decided to peek her head over and say hi.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PS We're still trying to find a home for Hayley. Two dogs is just too much for me, I think. We decided we're going to try to keep Dom, get him some training and hopefully he'll turn into a good family dog. If you hear of anyone wanting to adopt a dog, let me know!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-5168504467345022861?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-16743943673827457912009-06-02T09:44:00.003-07:002009-06-02T09:47:50.586-07:00Mike's Snack<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SiVW_iLe1sI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Pbo_MY865po/s1600-h/IMG_0468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SiVW_iLe1sI/AAAAAAAAAyk/Pbo_MY865po/s400/IMG_0468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342772182451672770" border="0" /></a><br />Mike asked for a snack, so I sat him on a bar stool and gave him a roll and a piece of cheese.<br /><br />He made a sandwich out of it.<br /><br />I thought it was cute, so I took a couple pictures with my phone.<br /><br />He decided my pictures weren't good enough, so he took my phone, deleted my pictures, and took his own.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-1674394367382745791?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-45937256148659973422009-05-27T17:40:00.002-07:002009-05-27T17:41:42.729-07:00Happy Day After Birthday, Mike!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sh3dtaQeXGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Khd_otAwqLs/s1600-h/105_1237.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sh3dtaQeXGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/Khd_otAwqLs/s400/105_1237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340668505343548514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sh3dtNlIUZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/VSlmMn9ff7I/s1600-h/105_1233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sh3dtNlIUZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/VSlmMn9ff7I/s400/105_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340668501940523410" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-4593725614865997342?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-85510060240056518682009-05-26T08:59:00.005-07:002009-05-26T09:29:28.268-07:00My Memorial Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwS1kY_FOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/0_WeEeXLwJk/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwS1kY_FOI/AAAAAAAAAxk/0_WeEeXLwJk/s400/IMG_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340163969665406178" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(Mike and his aunt Cristal. One of the few people he'll go to besides Mom.)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a good one.<br /><br />First and most importantly, it was my son's 2nd birthday! I now have a 2 year old. A very cute, amazing, awesome, funny, 2 year old. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. The best decision I ever made in my life was the one to have a baby. All the times I complain about needing a babysitter, or nail polish on my carpet, or other messes are made up 1000's of times over.<br /><br />If you have kids, you know what I mean.<br /><br />He got a toy guitar from my sisters (he loves it!) and some much needed 2T clothes from my parents. Leenie and Pop also got him some toy balls, because a Rupe boy can never have enough balls?<br /><br />Today is his 2 year well check with our new doctor here in Tooele. I'll post about how that goes later. I've had some great reviews for this guy, hopefully he lives up to them!<br /><br /><br />After all the birthday and Memorial day celebrations were over, the real fun began. :)<br /><br />(for Mom anyway)<br /><br />I guess I looked hot, tall, and skinny because I was scouted by a modeling agency on my way in.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here's me and Nicolette!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwVE1vRU1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/WcJJLWTTE6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwVE1vRU1I/AAAAAAAAAx0/WcJJLWTTE6Y/s400/IMG_0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166431043572562" border="0" /></a><br />First up, was The Sounds. They were ok. We didn't listen to much of them because we were too busy kicking butt at Rock Band. We played Spiderwebs (by No Doubt, of course). I got 97% on Expert Guitar and Nicolette got 94% on Expert Singing. Not too bad for not being able to hear the song, just The Sounds in the background!<br /><br />Next up...PARAMORE!!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwVEj_cFwI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EFs6fQW-t5g/s1600-h/IMG_0422.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwVEj_cFwI/AAAAAAAAAxs/EFs6fQW-t5g/s400/IMG_0422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166426279548674" border="0" /></a><br />We were very glad we splurged on floor tickets. We were standing maybe 20 yards from the stage. Amazing. You can't tell from the pictures, but we could see the faces of the band members. All of them. Hayley is even prettier in person, and yes, her hair was a bright orangey red.<br /><br />Last was No Doubt. This is how they came on stage, one by one.<br /><br />(Gwen is second from the left)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwVFVHT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/OvbJatqVU6o/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwVFVHT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAx8/OvbJatqVU6o/s400/IMG_0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166439465899410" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I thought Paramore was amazing. Until No Doubt came out. They sure know how to put on a concert! (Okay, so we were a little farther back for No Doubt. We lost our standing space when we took a potty break between bands.)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwWw-T5YyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/yMWRgbLMHoM/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/ShwWw-T5YyI/AAAAAAAAAyM/yMWRgbLMHoM/s400/IMG_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340168288770548514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We LOVED it. It was fun to get out and do something with just us girls, and we both are loving concerts! The next one? Incubus is coming in July, and Papa Roach in August. Anyone want to join us?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-8551006024005651868?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-62025034986580964752009-05-19T11:44:00.002-07:002009-05-19T11:55:43.509-07:00Nothing to blog aboutI haven't blogged in over a week. Why? Nothing is going on! The most exciting things that have happened are my iPhone screen is shattered and my laptop keyboard doesn't work. All in the same weekend. Lessons learned: Don't give an almost-two-year old your iPhone, and don't let a 44 oz cup of Dr Pepper come within 100 feet of a laptop.<br /><br />My laptop looks sad. Several keys kept sticking down, so they are now pulled off. I have a USB splitter plugged in so I can hook up a new keyboard (which only works when none of the old keys are stuck down) and a mouse. At least my laptop works. I can still use it, and everything is not lost like I feared. (iTunes, all our photos from the last year, No Doubt concert tickets...etc)<br /><br />Mike is awesome. He still loves to cuddle. He still doesn't sleep in his own bed, but is sometimes ok with his Cars sleeping bag on the floor in Mom and Dad's room. He sings, "We're off to the puppet show!" Which sounds more like "uh uh puh-pee uh uh show!"<br /><br />We still don't have homes for our dogs. We had someone who was supposed to come pick up Hayley last night, but never showed. We've had a couple of phone calls/texts about Dom, but are considering keeping him anyway. Maybe.<br /><br />That's a long post for nothing going on. I think I'll go (**NERD alert**) level my troll hunter to a 27 now...LOL (PS That is my highest "toon"...I'm only trying to play that silly game for my husband!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-6202503498658096475?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-3838034745272188872009-05-11T09:45:00.003-07:002009-05-11T09:54:39.879-07:00Anyone want a dog? (or two?)Seriously.<br /><br />We decided we're not ready for dogs. We (I) don't have the time or patience to train them properly, and I hate just having animals taking over our backyard. They would be great dogs, but it's my fault and they need a better home. We'll miss them...kind of.<br /><br />We talked about it, made our decision, and then the next day when Joshua let them in the house so he could mow the lawn:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SghWxkuMEeI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kZgeCdYQ_vw/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SghWxkuMEeI/AAAAAAAAAxY/kZgeCdYQ_vw/s400/IMG_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334609168291336674" border="0" /></a>So, not only do they dig holes in the backyard, but they have now successfully dug a hole in my family room carpet. They're just making this easier.<br /><br />I'll be posting ads on ksl.com next week.<br /><br />PS If anyone knows anyone who can give us a great deal on new flooring for the WHOLE house (minus nail polish, doggy diarrhea, and huge holes) please let me know.<br /><br />PPS I'll also be turning off anonymous comments next week, so if you have anything nasty to say to me anonymously, get it out now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-383803474527218887?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-66937325157445362772009-05-10T12:55:00.002-07:002009-05-10T13:01:39.872-07:00A not so bad Mother's Day after all1. I got to talk to my brother last night. They figured out a time that would work for all of us, including me. :) 10:45 pm Utah time, or 6:45 am Germany time. I got 5 minutes to talk to him all to myself. It was good to hear his voice. :)<br /><br />2. A girl I work with asked me yesterday if she could take my Sunday morning shift. Her kids live in California and her man was going to be working, so she was just going to sit at home and feel sorry for herself all morning. Instead, she decided to ask a mother if they'd like the morning off. I said YES. That also meant we were able to sleep over at Nicolette's house and keep her company, since she was going to be home alone, with no kids.<br /><br />It'd be better if Mike and I didn't have colds, and if there were such thing as cold medicine for 2 year olds, but I can't have it all, can I?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-6693732515744536277?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-52161566706726512092009-05-06T07:34:00.003-07:002009-05-06T07:45:34.110-07:00Mother's Day (and other thoughts)It's coming up this Sunday.<br /><br />It's also one of the busiest days of the year for restaurants. That means...yep. I'm working. Both the lunch and dinner shifts.<br /><br />That also means I'm missing my missionary brother's phone call. It's ok, I'll get to talk to him again on CHRISTMAS.<br /><br /><br />Other thoughts: I have a cold. Or something. It's fun. Then I noticed in the middle of the night that Mike was feeling warm. He woke up this morning pretty miserable. I gave him some Motrin and now he's feeling a lot better. :)<br /><br />I took Hayley to get spayed on Monday. I'm supposed to restrict activity for TEN days. I've been keeping her inside, locked in the family room, instead of outside with Dom all the time like she's used to. She hates it! If I'm not in the room with her, she whines and cries and tries to break through the gate we put up. So, this morning, while not feeling good myself and just wanting to snuggle in bed with my sick baby, I put her outside. I won't leave her out there all day...but I hope I don't end up regretting it.<br /><br />Mike's birthday is coming up. It's on the 25th of this month. Aaahhhh! I'm going to have a TWO year old! I guess he's not my baby so much anymore. :(<br /><br />I'm going to be a mean mom and leave him on his birthday. That just happens to be the day that No Doubt and Paramore are playing in Salt Lake...and I have tickets. I'm really excited to go...and...well, he doesn't know it's his birthday and won't notice if we celebrate another day, right?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-5216156670672651209?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-75515149321241990912009-05-02T08:36:00.002-07:002009-05-02T08:42:34.456-07:00"Is this McDonald's?"Last night, at work, I was closing up the restaurant. It was about 10:30 pm, (we close at 11:00) so there were only a few of us left in the building, and only a table or two of people eating. The phone rings, so I answer it, expecting it to be 1) an order to go, or b) someone calling to talk to the manager or another employee. It wasn't either.<br /><br />Me: Thanks for calling Applebee's in Tooele featuring Carside Service, this is Lori how can I help you?<br />Them: Um...Is this...McDonald's?<br />Me: Uh...no. This is Applebee's.<br />Them: Do...you...have a snack wrap for me?<br />Me: Who is this??<br />*click*<br /><br />At least they waited until after the dinner rush. I guess someone was bored and lonely at home on a Friday night...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-7551514932124199091?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-43340776170343644202009-04-30T12:32:00.002-07:002009-04-30T12:43:19.287-07:00Lunch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sfn83SUNj8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rbaYfxS_P-I/s1600-h/IMG_0318.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/Sfn83SUNj8I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rbaYfxS_P-I/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330569660709310402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Around lunch time, Mike grabbed my hand and dragged me into the kitchen.<br />I asked him, "Are you hungry?"<br />He answered, "Yes. Eat."<br />Not having any other ideas for lunch, I asked him, "Do you want peanut butter and jelly?"<br />"Yes!"<br />Then he grabbed the handle of the door to the fridge and pulled. Nothing happened, so I helped him. He grabbed the jelly and handed it to me, but before I could close the door he grabbed the ranch dressing. "Dit!" (Mike language for "Dip") Okay, whatever kid. I set the jelly on the counter and tried to take the ranch from him and put it back in the fridge door. He hung on tight. "No! Dit!" So I let him hold it. Then I got out the peanut butter and a slice of bread. I made him a sandwich, cutting it in half for him. I put it on a plate and set it on the table. Then he handed me the ranch. "Dit!" Okay, okay, fine...I squirt a little ranch onto his plate, then was finally allowed to put it away. He climbed up onto his chair, and devoured the whole sandwich, dipping it in ranch before, and saying, "mmm!" after each bite.<br /><br />I don't remember if he's ever eaten every bite of a sandwich before.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-4334077617034364420?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-68252741265699010242009-04-29T11:09:00.003-07:002009-04-29T15:53:39.720-07:00No More Bink UpdateSo far so good.<br /><br />He hasn't asked for it at all today.<br /><br />Yay!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-6825274126569901024?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-69022130850047230982009-04-28T08:05:00.004-07:002009-04-28T08:24:21.635-07:00AnnaMarie and Triscuit!!!<div style="text-align: center;">Or anyone else with toddler boys like Jaxon and Keller...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfcbtViqQWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Jif8aJlOB4c/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfcbtViqQWI/AAAAAAAAAxA/Jif8aJlOB4c/s400/IMG_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329759149706854754" border="0" /></a><br />How do you get bright pink nail polish off the carpet? (Is it possible?)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfcbtfuPZbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/bl6JZEoUuJE/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfcbtfuPZbI/AAAAAAAAAxI/bl6JZEoUuJE/s400/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329759152439780786" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't his toes look great??<br /><br /><br /><br />PS That's not all of it...there is also light pink and clear on the carpet, but those don't show up as well in pictures. ;)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-6902213085004723098?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-29453958327223760332009-04-27T08:26:00.003-07:002009-04-27T08:32:42.056-07:00Bring on the tears...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfXO8SjjcfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/YO1aMnCKuf0/s1600-h/IMG_0069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfXO8SjjcfI/AAAAAAAAAw4/YO1aMnCKuf0/s400/IMG_0069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329393269231284722" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Why? It's because last night we decided to get rid of the binkie. Yep. All Gone.<br /><br />He asked for it a couple of times before bed, but understood what I meant when I said, "Nope, all gone!" This morning he had a hard time when he first woke up and couldn't find it, but he got over that after about a minute.<br /><br />So far it hasn't been too bad. He usually only asks for it when he's sleepy, so we'll see how it goes from here!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-2945395832722376033?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-11490128730627055782009-04-23T17:22:00.002-07:002009-04-23T17:36:09.539-07:00"The best pot roast I've ever had."That's what Joshua said about dinner tonight. So, I thought I'd post my recipe so I could make it again sometime, and maybe someone else will be able to use it too. Joshua's favorite food is pot roast, which means two things: a) I already knew what his answer would be when I asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner, and b) he's probably had a few good pot roasts in his life to be able to classify it as his "favorite".<br /><br />Anyway, here's what I did:<br /><br />First, I poured some baby carrots in the bottom of the crock pot.<br />Then I chopped up about a tablespoon or two of butter on the carrots, plus some salt and pepper.<br />Next, I put the meat on top of the carrots. It was a Cross Rib Roast. (The guy at the store said is similar to a Chuck Pot Roast. I'll trust him.) This one happened to be 2.9 lbs.<br />Then I sprinkled a packet of McCormick Pot Roast seasoning on the meat. (It came with a bag to use in the oven, but I opted to do crock pot instead.)<br />Then I spread a can of Cream of Mushroom Soup over the meat.<br />Last, I filled that now empty can halfway with water and poured it in the crock pot.<br /><br />Then I put the lid on, turned it to low, and let it sit for about 6 hours.<br /><br />It took maybe 5 minutes to prep. I didn't even have to chop carrots since I just used baby carrots. I also made some instant mashed potatoes to go with it, nothing special there.<br /><br />I guess it turned out pretty good. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />PS Joshua's birthday was actually yesterday. He's an old man of 26 now. ;) I was going to make this dinner for him yesterday, but his family wanted to celebrate with him so we put it off until today. Nicolette BBQed some hot dogs, and we just hung out and played Guitar Hero World Tour until it was time to go watch Joshua and Jefferson play softball. Joshua was pretty excited that his whole family would come watch his game on his birthday!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-1149012873062705578?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-51999601564684040792009-04-23T11:54:00.003-07:002009-04-23T12:04:55.429-07:00Sleepy Boy<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfC5ezd_rrI/AAAAAAAAAww/DYWXiUuPx5Q/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SfC5ezd_rrI/AAAAAAAAAww/DYWXiUuPx5Q/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327962298042527410" border="0" /></a><br />It was about 12:30 pm, his "normal" nap time. His sleeping schedule hasn't been "normal" for a couple of weeks. So this is "weird".<br /><br />We have had a lazy morning, just laying around, watching Madagascar 2, and snacking on things like leftover quesadillas and guacamole. We had finally gotten around to taking a shower together. (I know exactly where he is, and I don't have to give him a bath. Two birds, one stone.) I had promised him we'd take a dog for a walk after we took a shower. He's always getting the leashes out and saying "Hay-ee? Dah? Puppy?" In fact he had done it this morning, but I wasn't going anywhere before I had my shower. After the shower, he asked for his bink, then went upstairs. I noticed it had been quiet for a few minutes, so I went to check on him...I found him asleep, on the floor, by my closet. There WAS a pillow and blanket there (among other things...like a pair of shoes and a pillow case) and I guess it looked like a good place for a nap!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-5199960156468404079?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-58479558760141364392009-04-23T10:37:00.003-07:002009-04-23T10:45:57.487-07:00Little Guitar<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69ffd56a6fbcf76f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjIy8Nk3aocmj5MgNEw8ky-QtmFJKp3mZY6zMV_IGshBNn43nTgsVdAu_Mritl8EwIU5U0yXznBcGwZRhi5N-IasH5hcHWFzderu-zzq95tQEARUFitAHJo972f2ldmLkJoQg3HRF-Hy5wT4qG5Bx8OU0a2haXt008Vnu6PqssBNFe1JIXdSIVAeOmmgvLg_xlOzKOnx4TSzPvjnePnGMTMd%26sigh%3DQiRBbQwAJEIgjlANoNCKtS5xQRE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69ffd56a6fbcf76f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DG7Iv-e0Q0BmYHyK-rdvd_ydFS0g&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAIiSxp13MRsP2RXZVN7myjIy8Nk3aocmj5MgNEw8ky-QtmFJKp3mZY6zMV_IGshBNn43nTgsVdAu_Mritl8EwIU5U0yXznBcGwZRhi5N-IasH5hcHWFzderu-zzq95tQEARUFitAHJo972f2ldmLkJoQg3HRF-Hy5wT4qG5Bx8OU0a2haXt008Vnu6PqssBNFe1JIXdSIVAeOmmgvLg_xlOzKOnx4TSzPvjnePnGMTMd%26sigh%3DQiRBbQwAJEIgjlANoNCKtS5xQRE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69ffd56a6fbcf76f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DG7Iv-e0Q0BmYHyK-rdvd_ydFS0g&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br /><br />This little guitar was actually a toddler toy in a kids meal.<br /><br />He's saying "guitar" by the way. :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22903133-5847955876014136439?l=rupestee.blogspot.com'/></div>Lootshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05455322913402813080mrsrupestee@yahoo.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22903133.post-67326872527457158192009-04-15T18:33:00.005-07:002009-04-15T18:41:00.935-07:00Bowling<div style="text-align: center;">We took Mike bowling for the first time tonight! He loved it when it was his turn, and hated it when it wasn't.<br /><br />Here are a few pictures, some are kind of blurry because he was so excited to do it again!<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMDi70mPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/x7kr3GNkOP8/s1600-h/IMG_0243.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMDi70mPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/x7kr3GNkOP8/s400/IMG_0243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097601957402866" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMEb7Q3aI/AAAAAAAAAwo/pAk3uMNamVs/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMEb7Q3aI/AAAAAAAAAwo/pAk3uMNamVs/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097617255882146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMED0ngNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/bb-9ZOFwle4/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMED0ngNI/AAAAAAAAAwg/bb-9ZOFwle4/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097610785554642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMEHATR1I/AAAAAAAAAwY/tQbvGlwlBl4/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMEHATR1I/AAAAAAAAAwY/tQbvGlwlBl4/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097611639867218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMD9DTISI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VT_pxL90RsA/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaMD9DTISI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/VT_pxL90RsA/s400/IMG_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097608968085794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaLzKWNhfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/weHqPc3TaCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaLzKWNhfI/AAAAAAAAAwA/weHqPc3TaCQ/s400/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097320479294962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaLy8DD__I/AAAAAAAAAv4/lAtuSfKT3lI/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaLy8DD__I/AAAAAAAAAv4/lAtuSfKT3lI/s400/IMG_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097316640882674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaLyu_FyQI/AAAAAAAAAvw/yMukCdPIJbw/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaLyu_FyQI/AAAAAAAAAvw/yMukCdPIJbw/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325097313134561538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bg4NZgYw7jw/SeaLysgYxDI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VtHh7fXKkBE/s1600-h/IMG_0238.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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