<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:05:37.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pinch of Pepper</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-8864344599185730572</id><published>2009-09-19T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T07:25:10.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote from Nels</title><content type='html'>"I think there are so many people in the world that birthday parties start every three minutes or less."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-8864344599185730572?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/8864344599185730572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=8864344599185730572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8864344599185730572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8864344599185730572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2009/09/quote-from-nels.html' title='Quote from Nels'/><author><name>Michael B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956662149528418439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/Sc0COp5k88I/AAAAAAAABBg/9RkWuv7AbnY/S220/profile_pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-8143068646245950383</id><published>2009-08-02T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:18:31.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrGSyxflI/AAAAAAAABFg/ac3ZNtuVswA/s1600-h/DSC_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrGSyxflI/AAAAAAAABFg/ac3ZNtuVswA/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrGv7-V9I/AAAAAAAABFo/mG34ayhxXzM/s1600-h/DSC_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrGv7-V9I/AAAAAAAABFo/mG34ayhxXzM/s320/DSC_0214.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrG-dsfxI/AAAAAAAABFw/yEN2NXvpNwo/s1600-h/DSC_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrG-dsfxI/AAAAAAAABFw/yEN2NXvpNwo/s320/DSC_0254.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrTCxxg4I/AAAAAAAABF4/2bJju_K-fWc/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrTCxxg4I/AAAAAAAABF4/2bJju_K-fWc/s320/DSC_0226.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrTWPLuSI/AAAAAAAABGA/3zd6otnsS0g/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrTWPLuSI/AAAAAAAABGA/3zd6otnsS0g/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrTuYiYuI/AAAAAAAABGI/Ek7xRv67AoY/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrTuYiYuI/AAAAAAAABGI/Ek7xRv67AoY/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" alt="" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0pt; clear: both; float: left;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-8143068646245950383?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/8143068646245950383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=8143068646245950383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8143068646245950383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8143068646245950383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2009/08/orange-county-fair.html' title='Orange County Fair'/><author><name>Michael B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956662149528418439</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/Sc0COp5k88I/AAAAAAAABBg/9RkWuv7AbnY/S220/profile_pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0DKxCiUKfMo/SnYrGSyxflI/AAAAAAAABFg/ac3ZNtuVswA/s72-c/DSC_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-8279053743410502820</id><published>2009-02-17T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:55:45.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be My Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't like much about valentines day, but I do love making valentines. I have memories of making valentines with my siblings when I was a kid. They were always the same, Hearts cut out with a piece of gum taped on and they said "Please 'chews' me for your valentine." These are the valentines Nels and I made for his class this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZtckJh69WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZThj_-NzD1s/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZtckJh69WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZThj_-NzD1s/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZtckc9wruI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mqLlR3urPGw/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZtckc9wruI/AAAAAAAAAV8/mqLlR3urPGw/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-8279053743410502820?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/8279053743410502820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=8279053743410502820' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8279053743410502820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8279053743410502820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-my-valentine.html' title='Be My Valentine!'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZtckJh69WI/AAAAAAAAAV0/ZThj_-NzD1s/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-626141637665253425</id><published>2009-02-12T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:08:55.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>California trees are confused...</title><content type='html'>... so are my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought it was fun to drive around town in December and see the red and gold leaves falling off the trees. And even more fun when the trees bloom in January.  Here it is the middle of Winter for some, but here in California, I guess we just didn't get the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZTxDoHCqrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/viZEClKfJwY/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZTxDoHCqrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/viZEClKfJwY/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302127705930771122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZTxDh3BchI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7bbsv0FS2rE/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZTxDh3BchI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7bbsv0FS2rE/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302127704252969490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZTxDXAeekI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5bgnUdVf1OQ/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZTxDXAeekI/AAAAAAAAAVc/5bgnUdVf1OQ/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302127701339830850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-626141637665253425?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/626141637665253425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=626141637665253425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/626141637665253425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/626141637665253425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2009/02/california-trees-are-confused.html' title='California trees are confused...'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SZTxDoHCqrI/AAAAAAAAAVs/viZEClKfJwY/s72-c/DSC_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-5224424829136327451</id><published>2008-11-10T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:21:04.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three ring Circus</title><content type='html'>I never really enjoyed dressing up for Halloween, still don't, but I do enjoy dressing up my kids. Hopefully they enjoy it as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dash the clown.&lt;br /&gt;(I love the shoes, I think they go perfectly with this costume.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SRhjUeBlNuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5U15Exj2BOE/s1600-h/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SRhjUeBlNuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5U15Exj2BOE/s320/DSC_0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267068967518025442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sweetest lion you ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SRhjT3grIUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qnCT6SCHkVE/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SRhjT3grIUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qnCT6SCHkVE/s320/DSC_0172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267068957179453762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Often mistaken for Indiana Jones, but with the ring o' fire it should have been obvious he was a lion tamer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SRhjRkapicI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BLs8Vs4xegw/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SRhjRkapicI/AAAAAAAAAN4/BLs8Vs4xegw/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267068917694171586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-5224424829136327451?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/5224424829136327451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=5224424829136327451' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5224424829136327451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5224424829136327451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-ring-circus.html' title='Three ring Circus'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SRhjUeBlNuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/5U15Exj2BOE/s72-c/DSC_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-3112184112278835081</id><published>2008-10-21T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:52:52.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JCrew</title><content type='html'>I am lamenting the fact that my brother doesn't work at J Crew anymore. I was just on &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/index.jsp"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt; and even the sale section is too pricey for my budget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can you believe that I still remember my login password?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-3112184112278835081?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/3112184112278835081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=3112184112278835081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3112184112278835081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3112184112278835081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/10/jcrew.html' title='JCrew'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-917437957702372115</id><published>2008-07-10T14:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:01:42.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have been busy and I have pictures to prove it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We lost Dashiell and Nels found him in the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpS61YZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YhK_-4EMEiA/s1600-h/DSC_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpS61YZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YhK_-4EMEiA/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221519857110311314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started the zucchini harvest. This is one of the smaller zucchini we have picked so far. I don't know what we are going to do with all of the zucchini 6 plants are going to produce this summer. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOgSobClI/AAAAAAAAAL8/czKdvOESwSY/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOgSobClI/AAAAAAAAAL8/czKdvOESwSY/s320/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517503391009362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had house guests, and yes, that is an air mattress in the middle of the living room and we all for some reason chose to congregate there despite the relatively empty family room right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNEkB69mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1aWVG8uIClQ/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNEkB69mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1aWVG8uIClQ/s320/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221515927513396834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOCLn_MqI/AAAAAAAAALU/DG5GnIebFrM/s1600-h/DSC00276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOCLn_MqI/AAAAAAAAALU/DG5GnIebFrM/s320/DSC00276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221516986114060962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nels doesn't care so much about the sand and water as he does the train at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpgJAsEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5G5jmx47kqU/s1600-h/DSC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpgJAsEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5G5jmx47kqU/s320/DSC_0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221519860659433538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNFTSoPJI/AAAAAAAAALM/D6FZrtt1Ku0/s1600-h/DSC00274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNFTSoPJI/AAAAAAAAALM/D6FZrtt1Ku0/s320/DSC00274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221515940199939218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Family Home Evening. This is Dashiell conducting the music. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOCO7WifI/AAAAAAAAALc/9dHVeD5WXS8/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOCO7WifI/AAAAAAAAALc/9dHVeD5WXS8/s320/DSC00299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221516987000588786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had lots of good food. It is so much fun to cook for guests. Since everyone has been gone we have had macaroni and cheese, hotdogs, and chicken nuggets.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpQ3JC9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nZ8V70Ao0Aw/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpQ3JC9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/nZ8V70Ao0Aw/s320/DSC00503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221519856557951954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOC-cU93I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DB4UIY_X3As/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOC-cU93I/AAAAAAAAAL0/DB4UIY_X3As/s320/DSC00343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221516999755364210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNEWrRy1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Elfs_3cBRWk/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNEWrRy1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/Elfs_3cBRWk/s320/DSC00167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221515923928763218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the discovery science center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOgpZs_HI/AAAAAAAAAME/xaeysp2sMOE/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOgpZs_HI/AAAAAAAAAME/xaeysp2sMOE/s320/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517509503286386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nels on a bed of nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOg7VlPbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qJ0SmVlfm-4/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOg7VlPbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/qJ0SmVlfm-4/s320/DSC00433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517514317839794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dashiell doing a dinosaur bone puzzle. I love how hard he is working at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOhBkA60I/AAAAAAAAAMU/YROa04ozEqA/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaOhBkA60I/AAAAAAAAAMU/YROa04ozEqA/s320/DSC00447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221517515988986690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung out with Grandpa and Grandma Buhrley and lots of cousins.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaF2ZVZm8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rFo0j04lqLI/s1600-h/DSC00161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaF2ZVZm8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rFo0j04lqLI/s320/DSC00161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221507987542744002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNFDqd_iI/AAAAAAAAALE/HZ7ysbFr-go/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaNFDqd_iI/AAAAAAAAALE/HZ7ysbFr-go/s320/DSC00211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221515936004963874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaF2K7ppNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pfa5eeM4gZU/s1600-h/DSC00149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaF2K7ppNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Pfa5eeM4gZU/s320/DSC00149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221507983676646610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the fireworks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaRY9IR1yI/AAAAAAAAANk/9OCMKeEe9YY/s1600-h/IMG_9973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaRY9IR1yI/AAAAAAAAANk/9OCMKeEe9YY/s320/IMG_9973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221520675894843170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blessed our little baby Liesel.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaRYQlYI7I/AAAAAAAAANM/ij9RDw6nJlk/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaRYQlYI7I/AAAAAAAAANM/ij9RDw6nJlk/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221520663937295282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaRYu1X0nI/AAAAAAAAANc/PgbfQlt-6og/s1600-h/IMG_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaRYu1X0nI/AAAAAAAAANc/PgbfQlt-6og/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221520672057447026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpuse8dI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WtgxsDqDaZk/s1600-h/DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpuse8dI/AAAAAAAAAM0/WtgxsDqDaZk/s320/DSC_0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221519864566313426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the beautiful hand smocked dress my friend made for me. I love it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpwfMjoI/AAAAAAAAANE/vlZnBVS6E70/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpwfMjoI/AAAAAAAAANE/vlZnBVS6E70/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221519865047453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just 21 of the of the nearly 700 pictures we just added to our hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-917437957702372115?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/917437957702372115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=917437957702372115' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/917437957702372115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/917437957702372115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-been-busy-and-i-have-pictures.html' title='We have been busy and I have pictures to prove it.'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SHaQpS61YZI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YhK_-4EMEiA/s72-c/DSC_0239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-3198585969721973595</id><published>2008-06-21T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:43:56.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yogurt</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had "Hopping Flower" yogurt? Nels absolutely loves hopping flower yogurt with a little bit of granola and a banana cut up and mixed in.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SF1M13P576I/AAAAAAAAAJw/gQ4bgliG8Ns/s1600-h/vanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SF1M13P576I/AAAAAAAAAJw/gQ4bgliG8Ns/s320/vanilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214408431812341666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today he tried "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunmaid&lt;/span&gt;" yogurt for the first time and really liked that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SF1M11CMEDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lAPxvheBGh8/s1600-h/lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SF1M11CMEDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lAPxvheBGh8/s320/lemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214408431217938482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the names of objects we have adopted in our house because of what the kids have decided they were. Sorry, you won't find any vanilla or lemon yogurt at our house, only hoping flower and sun maid yogurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-3198585969721973595?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/3198585969721973595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=3198585969721973595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3198585969721973595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3198585969721973595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/06/yogurt.html' title='Yogurt'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SF1M13P576I/AAAAAAAAAJw/gQ4bgliG8Ns/s72-c/vanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-3217542189623118048</id><published>2008-06-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:46:21.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>I went to a Youth Conference a couple weekends ago with our Stake Youth and heard a speaker talk about Cell Phones and how texting has become the new way to communicate. The speaker quoted news articles about teens who had difficulty communicating face to face with others. With the luxury to think and pause before you type out your responses in a text or im, the ability to think on your feet is not being developed. Youth of the Z and I generations are choosing to text rather then talk to each other, even when they are sitting right next to each other. I did a search for "texting taking away ability to communicate" and read a couple interesting, allbeit not totally reliable research sources and saw this statistic that the Youth Conference speaker also had shared with us. I thought it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In June 2001, cell phone users sent 30 million text messages in the U.S. A year later, that             number had jumped to nearly 1 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Youth Conference speaker also asked the youth to learn to be respectful of others when they are texting. He said many people think that texting is the new smoking. Texting at dinner and during meetings just isn't appropriate. There is a lady I see at the park periodically and she is frequently texting to other people. Sometimes I feel like telling her to come enjoy our company and 'talk' to her other friends at a different, maybe more appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a cell phone. (Not because I wouldn't like one, but because I am enjoying not having the $50 monthly bill associated with one.) I don't really even think I would know how to text if someone handed me a cell phone and asked me to text a message to another phone. I fear what it will be like when I have teens. My friend was telling me how she never hears the voices of the boys that call her daughter. They call her daughter directly on her cell phone, and probably wouldn't call at all if she didn't have one. You know, when we were kids and our parents answered the phone, they at least got to hear the boy ask to speak to us. I feel like there is something important about hearing the boys, or girls, voice at least. I can't exactly express why, but I think it is important to hear their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about texting and cell phones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-3217542189623118048?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/3217542189623118048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=3217542189623118048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3217542189623118048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3217542189623118048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/06/cell-phones.html' title='Cell Phones'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-3133582525438527352</id><published>2008-06-14T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:10:22.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few recent photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNtsJ0CVmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Vksb1uc5R5o/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNtsJ0CVmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Vksb1uc5R5o/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNts0phMqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/X0pTJoP-Ywk/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNts0phMqI/AAAAAAAAAIo/X0pTJoP-Ywk/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNttdUrasI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NOeaRQyAF7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNttdUrasI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NOeaRQyAF7Q/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNtt5LPMQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mhhndlsBAFs/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNtt5LPMQI/AAAAAAAAAI4/mhhndlsBAFs/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNunbI3g2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gFH6gDJTz0s/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNunbI3g2I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gFH6gDJTz0s/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNuoDgYu_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/D7xmSgjMkaE/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNuoDgYu_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/D7xmSgjMkaE/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNuoUBPYHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YISKe_CItWo/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNuoUBPYHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/YISKe_CItWo/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-3133582525438527352?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/3133582525438527352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=3133582525438527352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3133582525438527352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3133582525438527352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-recent-photos.html' title='A few recent photos'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SFNtsJ0CVmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Vksb1uc5R5o/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-5358915316921977982</id><published>2008-06-11T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:54:19.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope they are the best of friends</title><content type='html'>Liesel has slept at least 6 hours straight for the past two nights. She is only 7 weeks, so I don't count on it happening again tonight, but I will gladly enjoy it if it does. In the meantime, I will congratulate my sister on her new baby girl, Norah Elizabeth Biornstad, born this morning around 9 am. It is fun that both Dash and Koll are around the same age and Now Liesel and Norah are close in age. Congratulations to their growing family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-5358915316921977982?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/5358915316921977982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=5358915316921977982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5358915316921977982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5358915316921977982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hope-they-are-best-of-friends.html' title='I hope they are the best of friends'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-515509711680963301</id><published>2008-05-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:18:24.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a week</title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;a href="http://egloria.blogspot.com/2008/05/jessica-i-used-chicken-recipe-from.html"&gt;friend &lt;/a&gt;who sometimes forces herself to blog at least once a week. I think I will start trying to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liesel is really great. I think I was expecting the recovery I had with Dashiell and it has been just the opposite. She will even just sit there for several hours and smile and doze in and out of sleep. I love having her around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new calling at church is keeping me busy. I was called to teach the 16-18 year old girls and am loving it. I actually haven't even taught a lesson yet, so next week will be my debut. I feel sorry for these girls. They intimidate me, and I feel pretty secure in who I am. I am glad I am done with that teenage/high school thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael took Nels and Dashiell on the ward Fathers and Sons camp out last night. It is amazing how tired Michael was with one, albeit rather active, night with his boys. (They were down on the beach and the train ran throughout the night.) It is also amazing how refreshed I feel after one night without my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was the adult session of Stake Conference. They provide babysitting for the kids so that we can enjoy the speakers. It traditionally has been my favorite meeting of our Stake Conferences. I always enjoy the speakers chosen for the Saturday Night Session. The last two conferences however, I have started to wonder why I even go. Dashiell just doesn't like the nursery and either Michael or I, or both, end up out in the hall with him the entire time. I guess you just have to hope that you absorb bits and pieces of the evening. I think I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I did the flowers for stake Conference. They were very impressive and I rather liked them. Maybe I will take a picture tomorrow and post it for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this post random enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this, Nels and Dashiell are both in their own beds tonight. This is a great thing. Liesel is asleep and pretty content I believe. I think I am going to go and join Michael in bed and start my night dreaming of a good nights rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-515509711680963301?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/515509711680963301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=515509711680963301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/515509711680963301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/515509711680963301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/05/once-week.html' title='Once a week'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-6414475109089545434</id><published>2008-04-25T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:58:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Liesel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Liesel Buhrley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born April 22&lt;br /&gt;8:13 am&lt;br /&gt;7 pounds 4 ounces&lt;br /&gt;20 inches&lt;br /&gt;10 days past her due date, but right on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxe13sLwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nFMLMZDccSk/s1600-h/DSC_0025-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxe13sLwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nFMLMZDccSk/s320/DSC_0025-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267726238101250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxtF3sL3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4HIx3l8t95w/s1600-h/DSC_0180-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxtF3sL3I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/4HIx3l8t95w/s320/DSC_0180-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267971051237234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She obviously wanted her own birthday because she passed her dads birthday on the 16th of April. (Check out the view from our room at the hospital.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxsl3sL2I/AAAAAAAAAII/gdod7x9DFrs/s1600-h/DSC_0139-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxsl3sL2I/AAAAAAAAAII/gdod7x9DFrs/s320/DSC_0139-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267962461302626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And her brother Nels' on the 18th of April, and her uncles on the 20th of April and thankfully didn't wait until Dashiell's on the 30th of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxfl3sLxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a-EgN7yGOjA/s1600-h/DSC_0045-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxfl3sLxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/a-EgN7yGOjA/s320/DSC_0045-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267739123003154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxf13sLyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PF2O5GF9zPQ/s1600-h/DSC_0048-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxf13sLyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/PF2O5GF9zPQ/s320/DSC_0048-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267743417970466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxgl3sL0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nGlpmhJJz-U/s1600-h/DSC_0088-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxgl3sL0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/nGlpmhJJz-U/s320/DSC_0088-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267756302872386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxgV3sLzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2QyX3NfrYsE/s1600-h/DSC_0087-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxgV3sLzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2QyX3NfrYsE/s320/DSC_0087-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267752007905074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxsF3sL1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mUm7CPArVwo/s1600-h/DSC_0136-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxsF3sL1I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mUm7CPArVwo/s320/DSC_0136-2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193267953871368018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all home and well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-6414475109089545434?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/6414475109089545434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=6414475109089545434' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6414475109089545434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6414475109089545434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-liesel.html' title='Happy Birthday to Liesel'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/SBIxe13sLwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nFMLMZDccSk/s72-c/DSC_0025-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-5153944508639238535</id><published>2008-01-25T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:23:34.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy reading</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much lately, but I have been enjoying my reading. In the last month I have read more than I did in the last 6 months and I have really enjoyed all of the books. I thought I would share them. (I also think I should keep a record of the books that I read since I can't remember from one year to the next.) I have been reading a lot because I have been enjoying it but I also wanted to get ahead with some of my Book Club books read before Roadshow starts (tomorrow) and I don't have time for any more reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ender%27s_Game"&gt;Enders Game&lt;/a&gt; by Orson Scott Card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a surprise. I picked it up at the library and just about died when I saw the space ships racing across the skies. That and the fact that Card is an LDS author made me almost put it back on the shelf, but it was a book club book so I took it home with me and so enjoyed this book. Well written, intriguing story, quick pace. Just a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Other_Boleyn_Girl"&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/a&gt; by Phillipa Gregory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little trashy for me. Not as bad as a grocery store romance (not that I have ever read a grocery store romance), but the nature of the story calls for a little trash and Gregory served it up. I did think it was an interesting read. I really enjoy historical fiction except I am afraid I take too much of it for fact. The whole idea of royalty and glamor is gone for me. The story around Henry VIII has become a little more real and he as become quite the villain in my history book. What a mean, foolish and quite disagreeable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Tree_Grows_in_Brooklyn_%28novel%29"&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/a&gt; by Betty Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another well written book. More of just a story. There are no surprises, just a narrative of a little girl, Francie Nolan, growing up the daughter of Irish immigrant parents in pre WWI Brooklyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Name_is_Asher_Lev"&gt;My Name is Asher Lev&lt;/a&gt; by Chaim Potok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it could have been finished in half as many pages, but I still enjoyed the story. It kind of bothered me that the author used the full name of the characters all the time. Asher Lev said... Yudel Krinsky's store... Jacob Kahn... I was also hoping for a bit of insight into Jewish culture (is it alright to use fiction to help me develop my understanding of cultures, events, ideas?) and I was a little flabbergasted that this particular group of highly educated people didn't have a whole lot of control over their own lives. This group of Hasidic Orthodox Jews rely so much on what the Rebbe dictates that even very personal decisions are left to him, and he seems such an impersonal character. For example the Rebbe decides that Asher Lev should study art even though he has only talked to the boy a couple times. He also decides that Asher Lev needs to study Russian and French so when Asher Lev gets his class schedule and it includes these courses, he questions his adviser until the adviser explains that the Rebbe wanted Asher Lev to take these courses. Is this really the kind of relationship the had/have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ami_McKay"&gt;The Birth House&lt;/a&gt; by Ami McKay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to see how this book fares although it isn't calling me to read it over blogging after the first three chapters, but my bed is. I have a busy day with RoadShow tryouts and casting tomorrow. I hope things go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-5153944508639238535?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/5153944508639238535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=5153944508639238535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5153944508639238535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5153944508639238535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-reading.html' title='Busy reading'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-5754431004938553953</id><published>2007-12-13T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T16:32:38.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Nels...</title><content type='html'>Poor Pepper&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor Michael&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-5754431004938553953?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/5754431004938553953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=5754431004938553953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5754431004938553953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5754431004938553953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/12/poor-nels.html' title='Poor Nels...'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-5274826057098562521</id><published>2007-12-11T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T22:25:30.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Dash</title><content type='html'>Dashiell woke up last night at midnight throwing up. Three hours later with 11 messes cleaned up, we got a couple hours of sleep before the other end kicked into gear. I have lost track of the number of diapers changed, but there is still one sore bum and a grumpy little boy who hasn't kept any food down. So, will he wake up tonight starving or throwing up again? Michael said he isn't feeling all that great either... It may be a long week. (I have refrained from using my new camera to capture any of these precious moments, and even if I did, I wouldn't share them with you no matter how great the picture lighting and clarity turned out.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-5274826057098562521?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/5274826057098562521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=5274826057098562521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5274826057098562521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5274826057098562521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/12/poor-dash.html' title='Poor Dash'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-5836152209032601541</id><published>2007-12-03T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:20:41.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Names</title><content type='html'>Nels just told me that he thinks his baby sisters name should be Tidi. Two years ago when I was expecting Dashiell, he thought that baby's name should be Tido, but now he says Tido is a boys name and Tidi is a girls. He also explained that she would have to change her name because Tidi is a baby name so when she grows up she will have to choose a new one. I actually considered Tido as a viable option a couple years back, so... Help! Names are so hard for me. Come up with some suggestions or Tidi may be it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-5836152209032601541?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/5836152209032601541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=5836152209032601541' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5836152209032601541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5836152209032601541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/12/baby-names.html' title='Baby Names'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-333906523655676821</id><published>2007-11-28T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:17:33.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Michael and I got an early birthday/Christmas/everything for the rest of the year &lt;a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond40x/"&gt;present&lt;/a&gt; the other day. Both of us are very excited about it. I am hopeful this will get me motivated to take lots of pictures which will result in more things for me to tell you about because I have pretty pictures to go with the stories. So here are some of our first shots. (I have a lot to learn, but it is nice to be learning with a nice camera.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just my two cute boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YXsHjCgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FwieIvlw094/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YXsHjCgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FwieIvlw094/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138000651391011330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YYcHjChI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SmIII6_hD0A/s1600-h/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YYcHjChI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SmIII6_hD0A/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138000664275913234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are they allowed to eat the gingerbread house?&lt;br /&gt;Nels has asked at least five times since last night when we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YYsHjCiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DVnZ-hwCsco/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YYsHjCiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/DVnZ-hwCsco/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138000668570880546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YY8HjCjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/clS2xk1SfsI/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YY8HjCjI/AAAAAAAAAGI/clS2xk1SfsI/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138000672865847858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YZsHjCkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/whUIPy8PPv4/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YZsHjCkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/whUIPy8PPv4/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138000685750749762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Christmas is well on its way. The house is mostly decorated (I will have to take some pictures. :)), we'll get to see Santa at the ward Christmas party on Saturday, we're singing Christmas songs in Primary, and the kids get to wear their Christmas PJ's. I love it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-333906523655676821?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/333906523655676821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=333906523655676821' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/333906523655676821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/333906523655676821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/11/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/R03YXsHjCgI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FwieIvlw094/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-2062493176642132933</id><published>2007-11-24T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T21:54:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was your week?</title><content type='html'>Michael was in trying to calm Dashiell down to go to sleep the other night when Dash ran from one side of the crib to the other and used the edge of the crib to catapult himself out.  Michael caught him with his head half a foot from the ground. Need I even say that Michael took the crib down the next day and put it in storage. Dash is now on the crib mattress on the floor. Nels is so extremely jealous of Dashiell's bed; he wants to trade with him. What a funny couple of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving. We were home with my parents and my mom and I cooked a great meal if I do say so myself. Probably about 10 years ago while I was in college I decided it wasn't worth the trip home for the couple of days I had off, so I had dinner with some friends. The food was wonderful, I am sure, but the dishes were prepared slightly different than those I grew up with. Thanksgiving to me is so much in the food that the slight differences in the preparation made it difficult for me to enjoy the delicious meal as "Thanksgiving". I know that is so lame. The other thing that is lame to me is if I so much enjoy the Thanksgiving meal what keeps me from duplicating the meal at other times throughout the year, but it won't happen. I will try to remember this when I have guests to my house for Thanksgiving in the future. Well, anyway, it was a wonderfully calm and peaceful Thanksgiving. Hope yours was as grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-2062493176642132933?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/2062493176642132933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=2062493176642132933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2062493176642132933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2062493176642132933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-was-your-week.html' title='How was your week?'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-420459269687256586</id><published>2007-11-18T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:42:33.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday</title><content type='html'>Friday was an anxiety filled day. In the morning we had an ultrasound and found out we are having a GIRL! Then we watched the clock all day until 6pm to check on Michael's bar results and were so happy to see that he PASSED. What a happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-420459269687256586?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/420459269687256586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=420459269687256586' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/420459269687256586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/420459269687256586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday.html' title='Friday'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-7877841806885519002</id><published>2007-10-07T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:55:29.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not celebrating birthdays in 2008</title><content type='html'>Michael's birthday is April 16th. Nels' birthday is April 18th. Dashiell's Birthday is April 30th. I am due April 12th. Nobody gets birthday presents this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling great, other than I am tired all the time. I think I'll go take another nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-7877841806885519002?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/7877841806885519002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=7877841806885519002' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7877841806885519002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7877841806885519002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/10/were-not-celebrating-birthdays-in-2008.html' title='We&apos;re not celebrating birthdays in 2008'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-1365997867570685458</id><published>2007-10-05T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:06:40.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A month is too long</title><content type='html'>We have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad have been in and out of town for the last month and a half and are finally back for the week at least. They are leaving again next week and taking Nels on a train through the Grand Canyon. He is so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me... I have read three books, all great reads. Lisa See probably best known for her book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snowflower and the Secret Fan&lt;/span&gt; was in town last week and my book club went to hear her speak. It was very interesting to hear where she got her ideas from and a little history of her life and the life of several of her books. We read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peony in Love&lt;/span&gt; and all really enjoyed it. It was an interesting look at Chinese afterlife. I also wanted to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snowflower&lt;/span&gt; as well, a book about relationships and misunderstandings.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snowflower&lt;/span&gt; was the better of the two books, but both were well written and interesting reads. Lisa made a comment that I thought was interesting relating to how she hoped she inspired or touched people with her books. It was something to do with women wanting to be heard...I don't remember the comment exactly, I just remember thinking is she really trying to be altruistic with her writing or is she just trying write a good story and sell lots of books? Are authors just trying to make a buck? I also busted out a third book this weekend. Apparently the new rage in some circles, particularly LDS teenage girls. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; was another good read, but I don't think it was worth all the rage. I will read the second and third books in the series and probably the fourth when it comes out next year. I usually hope to make it through one book a month, but this month I read and read and read and wondered why I didn't like reading when I was younger and had more free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago we went to Arizona to visit family and see my nephew Zac baptized. It is always a fun trip to visit Michael's brother in AZ and get to see my good friends Shauna and &lt;a href="http://egloria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; We also got to see Emily's sister &lt;a href="http://ididntsaybanana.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-trails.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;. I think it has been about 10 years since I have seen Sarah and she is still as beautiful as I remember. (Just a side note, sometimes if I ever feel down on myself, I think about the awesome friends I have and realize that I can't be that bad if they want to hang out with me! Is that some weird thinking or what.) Michael and I will often get in the car and drive away from a visit with good friends and just comment to each other about how lucky we truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also  gave a talk at &lt;a href="http://lds.org/portal/site/LDSOrg"&gt;church &lt;/a&gt;on Sunday. My topic: Jesus Christ, our Savior and Redeemer. Our Stake has been asking all the members for the last several months to invite friends and family to come worship with us and they had asked me to speak that particular week. The bishopric wanted there to be no doubt that any visitors to our ward would leave knowing that we believe in Jesus Christ and charged me with this task. What a tough topic to prepare for and speak on. Michael gave me several good quality hours away from the boys and I feel like I did a pretty good job. There were actually about 25 visitors at Church on Sunday so hopefully they left knowing how I feel about Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Joy School was at my house. Although I am much more relaxed and comfortable than I was last year, it still takes some prep time and paper cutting to get things ready for the five - three and four year olds I had at my house. We had a good time, but I am always glad when I am done with my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped running. The girl I go with hasn't been feeling well and I used that as the lame excuse to not get up at 5:45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started running again. I decided I could do it on my own, so Wednesday I actually woke up and went running by myself. I only missed 2 days of running. Even more than being proud of myself for waking up early to go, I am proud of myself for waking up early to go by myself. I do have some will power. Not much but some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make up for a month of no posts on my blog? Probably not, but it will have to do for now. Nels wants to play Chutes and Ladders. Yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-1365997867570685458?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/1365997867570685458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=1365997867570685458' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/1365997867570685458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/1365997867570685458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/10/month-is-too-long.html' title='A month is too long'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-7304191276309228051</id><published>2007-08-10T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:35:43.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up at 5:45 this morning on purpose...</title><content type='html'>...to go running. I am so excited about this new morning person I am becoming. We will see how long it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-7304191276309228051?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/7304191276309228051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=7304191276309228051' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7304191276309228051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7304191276309228051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-woke-up-at-545-this-morning-on.html' title='I woke up at 5:45 this morning on purpose...'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-6554605485766944235</id><published>2007-08-10T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:53:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And his nickname is...</title><content type='html'>We were at the library waiting for a music class to start and Dash was over flirting with a couple kids who were also patiently waiting. Nels walked up and proudly announced that "This is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; baby." The little girl asked Nels what his baby's name was and Nels told her it was Dashiell, but that his nickname was "the San Francisco treat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like "Dash-a-roni, the San Francisco treat".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-6554605485766944235?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/6554605485766944235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=6554605485766944235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6554605485766944235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6554605485766944235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-his-nickname-is.html' title='And his nickname is...'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-8768196372699375270</id><published>2007-08-02T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:34:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the chapter titled 'What NOT to do' in the Parenting book</title><content type='html'>I told Nels, unequivocally, that we would not be going to the park with his friends because he had not been listening or helpful at all. A half hour later I am at the park chit-chatting with my friends and Nels is frolicking in the sand with his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I told Nels that if he didn't want to finish his breakfast that was fine, but he would have to eat it for lunch. I forgot about the cold oatmeal in the fridge and he had his favorite, PB and J, for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if there was a book, I would still fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-8768196372699375270?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/8768196372699375270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=8768196372699375270' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8768196372699375270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8768196372699375270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/08/under-chapter-titled-what-not-to-do-in.html' title='Under the chapter titled &apos;What NOT to do&apos; in the Parenting book'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-9150588034495880843</id><published>2007-07-17T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:48:03.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhinoceros are nocturnal</title><content type='html'>About a month ago we were up in the middle of the night with Nels for about an hour trying to get him to go back to sleep. He had been awakened by a noise outside his bedroom. We explained that it was probably some sort of animal. Don't ever tell your child that an animal made a noise outside his bedroom window. For the last month we have had to go into his bedroom every night before he goes to bed and listen for noises and often times we are awakened in the night to listen for noises. We need to figure out how to get him out of this awful phase.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I decided to try a new method and ask him what he was afraid of. I started with lizards. "Are you afraid of lizards?"I asked.  "No, lizards don't make noise." "Are you afraid of raccoons?" He said he was and we then discussed that he was larger than a raccoon and didn't need to be afraid of raccoons. I asked him about skunks, and we figured he could run faster than a skunk, so he didn't need to worry about them. Then I asked him if he was afraid of rhinoceros. When he said he was I quickly said there was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no way&lt;/span&gt; there were any rhinoceros in our back yard. He just as quickly said that the hill in our neighbor's backyard had lots of animals in it. Which is when  I  came up with a solution. I told him tomorrow we were going to go over to the neighbor's house and check out that hill in the backyard for animals that we might need to be worried about. He than said "Well, mama, rhinoceros are nocturnal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think we might find any rhinoceros droppings back there? Maybe a cave where the rhino goes during the day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-9150588034495880843?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/9150588034495880843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=9150588034495880843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/9150588034495880843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/9150588034495880843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/07/rhinoceros-are-nocturnal.html' title='Rhinoceros are nocturnal'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-71503534156313374</id><published>2007-07-14T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T16:03:48.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies in my stomach</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when you were a kid and your parents told you you were going to Disneyland, or on a big trip somewhere wonderful. I remember having a hard time sleeping the night before and I distinctly remember butterflies in my stomach. What a wonderful feeling!&lt;br /&gt;I don't have that very often any more. Disneyland just doesn't do it for me like it used to. There are two distinct times I DO, however, remember having that feeling in the last several years. Once when I was talking about my husband either right before or right after we were married. The other times have been when I go into check on my two sleeping boys before I go to bed. Despite everything I might complain about on a regular basis, I love my family. They give me butterflies in my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVMX-1WbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tvm6oNBsJzY/s1600-h/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVMX-1WbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tvm6oNBsJzY/s320/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087190925176035762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVM3-1WcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lXy9mExluso/s1600-h/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVM3-1WcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lXy9mExluso/s320/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087190933765970370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVNH-1WdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U5tQ6vnU0b8/s1600-h/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVNH-1WdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/U5tQ6vnU0b8/s320/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087190938060937682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVNX-1WeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mEE7kbKtN7o/s1600-h/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVNX-1WeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mEE7kbKtN7o/s320/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087190942355904994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-71503534156313374?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/71503534156313374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=71503534156313374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/71503534156313374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/71503534156313374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/07/butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='Butterflies in my stomach'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RplVMX-1WbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Tvm6oNBsJzY/s72-c/2007-05-Michael%27s+Grad-%28%231%29+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-2832472097679416538</id><published>2007-06-27T20:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:59:13.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry and the Potters</title><content type='html'>Last week we went down to San Juan Capistrano for "Capistrano Nights" which is a concert series/community event. There was great music, delicious food, a fun atmosphere with face painting and even a drawing for a bike. All Free! We had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result I was looking forward to the "Harry and the Potters" concert tonight at the Mission Viejo Library, a kick-off to the 10 year celebration of the library opening.  It was like I was attending my first quidditch tournament, I was so excited. Even though Nels was a stinker today and did nothing I asked at any point during the day, I couldn't follow through with my vain threat to not go to the concert if he didn't shape up. We went. It was horribly disappointing. I now sit here bewildered at the idea that this band is on a world &lt;a href="http://www.eskimolabs.com/hp/news.htm"&gt;tour&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.eskimolabs.com/hp/news.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-2832472097679416538?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/2832472097679416538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=2832472097679416538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2832472097679416538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2832472097679416538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/06/harry-and-potters.html' title='Harry and the Potters'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-6265983248699940822</id><published>2007-06-14T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:25:52.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want to do when you grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nels saw &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=w8q5QJOwoG4"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; the other day and declared "I want to do that when I grow up."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=w8q5QJOwoG4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-6265983248699940822?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/6265983248699940822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=6265983248699940822' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6265983248699940822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6265983248699940822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-do-you-want-to-do-when-you-grow-up.html' title='What do you want to do when you grow up?'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-9108612735185619278</id><published>2007-06-13T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:19:16.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a pinch</title><content type='html'>I started this blog before I knew exactly what I wanted it to be and have been thinking lately that it hasn't turned into what I had hoped. Michael suggested that I start a blog over a year ago when I was in the third trimester of my second pregnancy. I even wrote up several posts and had them in a file waiting until after the baby was born so that I could really delve into this blog thing. It would be ramblings of what happened in my (or is it my mom's) kitchen sharing experiences and ideas. We love to entertain and Michael thought it would be fun for me to keep up/improve writing skills while sharing with the rest of the world some of the ways we entertain simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather difficult year and a half later, 'Pepper's kitchen' and several posts still sit in a file folder somewhere on my computer. I started a blog, but my ideas of what it should be have changed. I figure since my friend &lt;a href="http://egloria.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; posted a blurb about my blog, maybe I should figure out what I am doing . I want to sound witty, clever, sophisticated and smart. I want everyone to think from my blog that I am talented, but mostly that I have something to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, what I have to offer is my life. Right now it is filled with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAvdScvHVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXLtOgqqfFo/s1600-h/DSCN2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAvdScvHVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXLtOgqqfFo/s320/DSCN2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075608960261627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAvdicvHWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Jp9wkCbMNOc/s1600-h/DSCN2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAvdicvHWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Jp9wkCbMNOc/s320/DSCN2358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075608964556594530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAveScvHXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/malOXdZXddQ/s1600-h/DSCN2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAveScvHXI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/malOXdZXddQ/s320/DSCN2383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075608977441496434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Photo taken by Nels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAvfCcvHZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/73Yz_LTKo_k/s1600-h/DSCN2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAvfCcvHZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/73Yz_LTKo_k/s320/DSCN2387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075608990326398354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAyOicvHaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bZyM0bxcKX4/s1600-h/DSCN2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAyOicvHaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/bZyM0bxcKX4/s320/DSCN2401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075612005393440162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-9108612735185619278?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/9108612735185619278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=9108612735185619278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/9108612735185619278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/9108612735185619278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-pinch.html' title='Just a pinch'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RnAvdScvHVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GXLtOgqqfFo/s72-c/DSCN2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-1405879715939647580</id><published>2007-05-27T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T15:21:30.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Michael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RloCrStoHrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YjT78mzE_y8/s1600-h/logo_usdsol_square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RloCrStoHrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YjT78mzE_y8/s320/logo_usdsol_square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069367273339756210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a great day at Michael's commencement yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lovely pictures coming soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-1405879715939647580?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/1405879715939647580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=1405879715939647580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/1405879715939647580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/1405879715939647580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/05/congratulations-michael.html' title='Congratulations Michael!'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RloCrStoHrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YjT78mzE_y8/s72-c/logo_usdsol_square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-7157036189331780686</id><published>2007-05-04T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:37:41.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bad with pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;April has been a very busy but fun month for us. I thought I would post some pictures of all the fun things we have been doing. Can you really only post five pictures per post? This might take a couple posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip with my family to Zion National Park. Going to Zion has been a family tradition since I was a kid, for the last 19 years. It is fun to see the dynamics of the group change as we add grandchildren to the mix. Although all of my siblings were not able to attend, all six of the grandkids were there, including the 3 babies born this last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt1_iWj7OI/AAAAAAAAABg/o_5j6hS1PMI/s1600-h/Annie+and+Nels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt1_iWj7OI/AAAAAAAAABg/o_5j6hS1PMI/s320/Annie+and+Nels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060768340694527202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Annie and Nels climbing on rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt1_yWj7PI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kx_8hiOHn6w/s1600-h/Jolyn+and+Koll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt1_yWj7PI/AAAAAAAAABo/Kx_8hiOHn6w/s320/Jolyn+and+Koll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060768344989494514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jolyn and Koll looking cute for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt2ASWj7RI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RRmkIdCbZxg/s1600-h/Muscle+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt2ASWj7RI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RRmkIdCbZxg/s320/Muscle+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060768353579429138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several people had climbed up this rock and were showing off their muscles. Nels was not afraid to climb up anything. He will make quite the little climber someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt2ASWj7SI/AAAAAAAAACA/wnjKthkxVRQ/s1600-h/Dash+in+leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt2ASWj7SI/AAAAAAAAACA/wnjKthkxVRQ/s320/Dash+in+leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060768353579429154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dash sat there and decorated himself with leaves for probably 30 min. I just tried to ignore that there were probably all sorts of 'things' under and in those leaves and let him enjoy his time being a boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-7157036189331780686?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/7157036189331780686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=7157036189331780686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7157036189331780686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7157036189331780686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-bad-with-pictures.html' title='I&apos;m bad with pictures'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt1_iWj7OI/AAAAAAAAABg/o_5j6hS1PMI/s72-c/Annie+and+Nels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-2293509572980688255</id><published>2007-05-04T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:06:04.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zion Continued...</title><content type='html'>Shane wasn't able to come with us this year, but Whitney and Koll came. They actually came back with us for a visit to California. It was fun spending so much time with my sister and Koll.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5NiWj7TI/AAAAAAAAACI/cfyxz2lK8rs/s1600-h/Whit+and+Koll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5NiWj7TI/AAAAAAAAACI/cfyxz2lK8rs/s320/Whit+and+Koll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060771879747579186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it up to Scout Lookout near Angels Landing. (We didn't really want to go out to Angels with the babies. ) We figured we were both carrying around 35 lbs with our packs, water, lunches, and babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5NyWj7UI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kjuIRZhqGAc/s1600-h/W+and+P+with+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5NyWj7UI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kjuIRZhqGAc/s320/W+and+P+with+babies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060771884042546498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney and I started late because of nap schedules (the things moms think about and deal with?!?) but were able to meet up with more of our group at the lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5OCWj7VI/AAAAAAAAACY/EeVBKzxK8UY/s1600-h/Scout+lookout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5OCWj7VI/AAAAAAAAACY/EeVBKzxK8UY/s320/Scout+lookout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060771888337513810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nels saw these water guns Grandma had bought for the kids before we even left California and asked about them constantly until we finally let him fill them up. He fully understood the rule that you could only shoot people who were holding a gun, even if he didn't fully understand all aspects of a 'water fight'. He ran around shooting water at the trees and dirt and then when Jolyn shot him, he started getting mad and frustrated and just threw his gun down so he wouldn't get shot anymore. He probably used it for a total of three minutes that day. He just wanted to play with the water, not get wet, but I do wish we had a picture of his face when he threw the gun down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5OCWj7WI/AAAAAAAAACg/9e36KllbpSg/s1600-h/Water+fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5OCWj7WI/AAAAAAAAACg/9e36KllbpSg/s320/Water+fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060771888337513826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a renewed pleasure in decorating Easter Eggs that hasn't been there since I was a young child. One of the perks of being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5OSWj7XI/AAAAAAAAACo/L3VR1Zim0Yg/s1600-h/Easter+Egg+Decorating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5OSWj7XI/AAAAAAAAACo/L3VR1Zim0Yg/s320/Easter+Egg+Decorating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060771892632481138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-2293509572980688255?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/2293509572980688255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=2293509572980688255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2293509572980688255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2293509572980688255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/05/zion-continued.html' title='Zion Continued...'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt5NiWj7TI/AAAAAAAAACI/cfyxz2lK8rs/s72-c/Whit+and+Koll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-8436561944952767908</id><published>2007-05-04T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:05:37.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday pictures</title><content type='html'>One more picture from Zion. Nels and Grandpa were on an attack mission to get Uncle Cody. Please take note of their use of Camouflage. Cody had no idea he was under attack!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-biWj7YI/AAAAAAAAACw/FICPnTfw61I/s1600-h/Camouflage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-biWj7YI/AAAAAAAAACw/FICPnTfw61I/s320/Camouflage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060777617823886722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the cousins being cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-biWj7ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wWJi3PxB_x0/s1600-h/Cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-biWj7ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wWJi3PxB_x0/s320/Cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060777617823886738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And swinging at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-byWj7aI/AAAAAAAAADA/e80q_uaVm54/s1600-h/Cousins+swinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-byWj7aI/AAAAAAAAADA/e80q_uaVm54/s320/Cousins+swinging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060777622118854050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;April is and always will be a busy month. Michael's, Nels', and Dashiell's birthdays are all in April. I also have two brothers birthdays in April, one is even the same day as Dashiell's.  I am pretty sure we took pictures of the Strawberry Pie Michael had for his birthday cake, but I am afraid if I take the time to look any further for it I will never get these pictures posted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-cCWj7bI/AAAAAAAAADI/mc_yWcmD_pg/s1600-h/Pirate+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-cCWj7bI/AAAAAAAAADI/mc_yWcmD_pg/s320/Pirate+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060777626413821362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year, we chose a pirate theme for Nels' birthday. (By we I mean I. After the plans were well under way I asked Nels about his pirate themed party and if he liked pirates and he said "No, not really, they are kinda mean." It ended well, however, because the day after I had asked him about what he thought about pirates, he was all excited about his pirate festivities) My sister and mom helped me take cupcakes and 'pirate wear' to Nels school class. They did tell my sister that they tasted better because they were pirate cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-cCWj7cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/h_vKw-WEgpQ/s1600-h/Pirate+Cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-cCWj7cI/AAAAAAAAADQ/h_vKw-WEgpQ/s320/Pirate+Cupcakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060777626413821378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-8436561944952767908?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/8436561944952767908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=8436561944952767908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8436561944952767908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/8436561944952767908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/05/birthday-pictures.html' title='Birthday pictures'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Rjt-biWj7YI/AAAAAAAAACw/FICPnTfw61I/s72-c/Camouflage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-6649641458411467372</id><published>2007-05-04T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:37:20.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this is the last of them.</title><content type='html'>One more pirate party. We also took cupcakes to our park group. It was a party every day for a week. We were actually supposed to go to the beach for a cookout and treasure hunt with my parents and Whitney, but it rained that day. We just went ahead with the  third and final party at home. But later that week when  I tried to tell Nels that we were going to celebrate Dash's birthday next, he said that  we still had to finish his party and go to the beach. We stopped by the other day for a quick walk in the sand and after two and a half weeks finally finished Nels birthday festivities. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_iWj7dI/AAAAAAAAADY/kksyaXOaYUw/s1600-h/Park+pirate+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_iWj7dI/AAAAAAAAADY/kksyaXOaYUw/s320/Park+pirate+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060780435322432978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nels using one of his new toys. He loves to imitate his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_iWj7eI/AAAAAAAAADg/11J3ZI_7H_U/s1600-h/Nels+shaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_iWj7eI/AAAAAAAAADg/11J3ZI_7H_U/s320/Nels+shaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060780435322432994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dash's birthday was on the 30th. We are still waiting to celebrate that until Sunday because of schedules and such. In the mean time, I just thought I would add these last two pictures because usually I am so not in the mood to take pictures of these kinds of things, but this month has been a fun month. Dash getting Dirty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_yWj7fI/AAAAAAAAADo/j8U-A1awec8/s1600-h/Dash+in+dirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_yWj7fI/AAAAAAAAADo/j8U-A1awec8/s320/Dash+in+dirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060780439617400306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nels making a mess! It took Michael and me an hour at least to clean up this mess. I don't know if you can see, but every game box was opened and contents were dumped out, every card game, marble game, rumikube, etc, all dumped and piled high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_yWj7gI/AAAAAAAAADw/4W0Fd-t-Nro/s1600-h/Nels+mess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_yWj7gI/AAAAAAAAADw/4W0Fd-t-Nro/s320/Nels+mess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060780439617400322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-6649641458411467372?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/6649641458411467372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=6649641458411467372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6649641458411467372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/6649641458411467372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-this-is-last-of-them.html' title='I think this is the last of them.'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RjuA_iWj7dI/AAAAAAAAADY/kksyaXOaYUw/s72-c/Park+pirate+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-2208596605453719952</id><published>2007-04-25T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:37:22.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old fashioned customer service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ri_IHCWj7NI/AAAAAAAAABY/zPPQBMbQL7I/s1600-h/5370_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ri_IHCWj7NI/AAAAAAAAABY/zPPQBMbQL7I/s320/5370_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057480929776495826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to Albertsons last night to pick up a couple things for book club. Dashiell and I were in line behind who appeared to be an Albertsons executive. He had an Albertsons name tag on his suit, and the cashier was a little overly nice. He paid for his groceries and asked the bagger if she would go over and blow up a balloon for Dashiell. It had to be blue to match his eyes! This gentleman had noticed that Dash was checking out all the balloons while we walked up. Thats what babies do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coupled with the fact that I just received about $100 worth of free sodas and water donated from Albertsons for our production lunch, and the fact that it is the closest grocery store to my house, makes me an Albertsons shopper. I like good old fashioned customer service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-2208596605453719952?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/2208596605453719952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=2208596605453719952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2208596605453719952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2208596605453719952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-old-fashioned-customer-service.html' title='Good old fashioned customer service'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ri_IHCWj7NI/AAAAAAAAABY/zPPQBMbQL7I/s72-c/5370_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-3885817873555561574</id><published>2007-03-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:46:02.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan number...</title><content type='html'>Every mother starts her day out with a plan. We will call that plan number 1. By the end of an average day she will have had to change plans several times and may get up to say plan number 12 or 15. A change of plans could be anything from a phone call from the sitter letting you know they can't make it, to a blow out diaper in public without a change of clothes. Today we got to plan number 97.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-3885817873555561574?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/3885817873555561574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=3885817873555561574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3885817873555561574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3885817873555561574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/03/plan-number.html' title='Plan number...'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-814974919011309304</id><published>2007-03-13T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T12:01:18.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"GOOD TIMES"</title><content type='html'>The last couple of months have been a little crazy for me and my family. I have been involved in a Broadway Musical Review called &lt;a href="http://missionviejostakegoodtimes.com"&gt;"GOOD TIMES"&lt;/a&gt; that our Stake has been working on. My official title on the program is 'Production Assistant' which sounds more official than it should, but makes me feel very cool! My mom and Michael have been working just as hard as I have but 'official babysitter and 1st and 2nd Production Assistant' didn't give them the credit they deserve and unfortunately did not have a good spot on the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is here. This Friday is the first show. Get your &lt;a href="http://missionviejostakegoodtimes.com/tickets.html"&gt;tickets&lt;/a&gt; now. It is exciting; butterflies in the stomach exciting. It keeps me up at night. Not just the excitement, but all the things I still need to do before the next rehearsal...I will also be glad and sad when it is over, just like all things of this nature. I will be glad to get back to my life and sad to not constantly see the new friends I have developed over the last several months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-814974919011309304?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/814974919011309304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=814974919011309304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/814974919011309304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/814974919011309304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-times.html' title='&quot;GOOD TIMES&quot;'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-613036492614314303</id><published>2007-02-25T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:42:41.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great weekend</title><content type='html'>Nels learned how to ride his bike without training wheels. (Pictures coming soon.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someone tell me, is the period before or after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He memorized his scripture and presented it rather well in Primary today. He also said a very well thought out prayer. (His first time speaking in public in a formal situation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made about 12 dozen cookies and took them to friends. I think several of them really appreciated it. That makes me feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-613036492614314303?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/613036492614314303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=613036492614314303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/613036492614314303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/613036492614314303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-great-weekend.html' title='What a great weekend'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-3545452712791870260</id><published>2007-02-21T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T22:49:13.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime Routine</title><content type='html'>I hate it. What should really take a half hour or so seems to take hours (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just a slight exaggeration),  &lt;/span&gt;and there is always so much complaining and crying. By the time the kids actually are in bed, I am so frustrated that all of the things I was going to do get pushed off for yet another night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple nights ago I was home alone with the kids and I decided that Nels and I would make a picture chart of all of the things we usually do before bed. PJ's, Teeth, Potty, Scriptures, Prayer, Stories, Kisses, Snuggle. Nels and I went through the list pretty smoothly and he was in bed in almost record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of nights haven't gone so smoothly. Things should, since we have four adults in the house, all of them willing to help out. I have expectations (herein lies the problem) that everyone should drop whatever they are doing and focus on the 'chart'. The chart that basically I made. (Maybe no one is really on board with me and my stupid chart.) Now, even if I work extra hard, I still can't get Nels to bed in a acceptable amount of time without screaming and crying when everyone is home. Daddy, Grandma and Grandpa are very distracting and seem to hand out candy by the bunches at bed time. I only say this because Nels seems so much more interested in what they are doing then what I am trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am off to do my bedtime routine. Maybe Nels gets it from me. What should take a couple minutes always seems to take so long, especially if I get on the computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-3545452712791870260?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/3545452712791870260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=3545452712791870260' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3545452712791870260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3545452712791870260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/02/bedtime-routine.html' title='Bedtime Routine'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-4643673039285747201</id><published>2007-02-12T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:07:17.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new time-waster</title><content type='html'>I like these kinds of things. Mindless, time-wasters that keep me up until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://labs.jphantom.com/wpm/"&gt;http://labs.jphantom.com/wpm/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-4643673039285747201?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/4643673039285747201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=4643673039285747201' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/4643673039285747201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/4643673039285747201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-time-waster.html' title='A new time-waster'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-4260172434278572376</id><published>2007-02-06T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:03:18.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise makes me skinny</title><content type='html'>I haven't run for over a month. I ate a lot, I mean a lot of goodies over the holidays, and the new year didn't see me slowing down. I have felt sick and lazy. I was kinda feeling fat. I finally got up the nerve to weigh myself and was glad to see I had actually lost a couple pounds. How does this happen? Not that I am complaining. Maybe I should continue to be a little lazy bum, all except for this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I go running for the first time in a while and all of the sudden I feel skinny. Not because I really had lost any weight, but simply because I was exercising again. I twist my body to see my running shirt swish back and forth across my stomach that is now somehow significantly thinner than it was an hour before. Then, I throw my smelly self in the shower and while I am washing my legs, I am proud of muscles I haven't paid attention to in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is silly how my mind works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-4260172434278572376?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/4260172434278572376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=4260172434278572376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/4260172434278572376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/4260172434278572376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/02/exercise-makes-me-skinny.html' title='Exercise makes me skinny'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-1082047800572612717</id><published>2007-02-02T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:54:25.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like the Prophet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RcOIEcIV_GI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pmr24v9Ut5Q/s1600-h/crusher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RcOIEcIV_GI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pmr24v9Ut5Q/s320/crusher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027011218927647842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were reading scriptures talking about the prophets and how we should strive to be like them. Later while Nels was getting ready for bed he said "Mom, I am like a prophet already because I have crusher pajamas."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-1082047800572612717?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/1082047800572612717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=1082047800572612717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/1082047800572612717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/1082047800572612717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-prophet.html' title='Like the Prophet'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RcOIEcIV_GI/AAAAAAAAABI/Pmr24v9Ut5Q/s72-c/crusher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-7255548744714909721</id><published>2007-01-17T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T11:56:57.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute pictures</title><content type='html'>I haven't felt like doing much of anything. We have all been feeling lousy since we got back from visiting Michael's parents over the break. I haven't even unpacked everything, and we have been home for over a week. I think the &lt;a href="http://flylady.com/"&gt;fly lady&lt;/a&gt; would be very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that all the things I do get motivated to do end up not working out for some reason anyway, like the pizza last night, sorry Michael. The other day I decided to post some pictures of my kids on the blog. Whitney is right, I should at least have one picture of them up. I went through the process and then when I clicked the publish button, I wasn't signed in anymore and I lost all my work. I thought I would try again. If this works, I will go finish unpacking my bags. If not, I am supposed to leave for Arizona in another week, so I guess I'll just plan on wearing whatever is still in my bag from last week and call that good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ra58FN_1C9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/33rye0xdooY/s1600-h/DSCN1921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ra58FN_1C9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/33rye0xdooY/s320/DSCN1921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021087063663250386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ra58Fd_1C-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PGPLA2MafGk/s1600-h/DSCN2084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ra58Fd_1C-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/PGPLA2MafGk/s320/DSCN2084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021087067958217698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-7255548744714909721?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/7255548744714909721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=7255548744714909721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7255548744714909721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/7255548744714909721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/01/cute-pictures.html' title='Cute pictures'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/Ra58FN_1C9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/33rye0xdooY/s72-c/DSCN1921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-912102928654051916</id><published>2007-01-05T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T15:51:50.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I had several. I never wrote anything down, I just have a list in my head of several things I should be doing. So, as of day four, I had missed two of the four days. Have I failed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-912102928654051916?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/912102928654051916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=912102928654051916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/912102928654051916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/912102928654051916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2007/01/resolution-failurealready.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-5219471109312338244</id><published>2006-12-18T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:55:14.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RYeK52MXr-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xwc96CrpFs0/s1600-h/rb108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RYeK52MXr-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xwc96CrpFs0/s320/rb108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010125836877541346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday my mom got these bells for me. Today we took them to a friends house for &lt;a href="http://lds.org/hf/fhe/welcome/0,16785,4210-1,00.html"&gt;Family Home Evening&lt;/a&gt; and played &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; songs. They were a lot of fun. Next week at church some of my primary kids are playing a song in Sacrament Meeting. We will &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; use them when all of the family is around this Christmas. And to think I almost didn't get them &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I was afraid I wouldn't really use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney, do you like my picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-5219471109312338244?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/5219471109312338244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=5219471109312338244' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5219471109312338244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/5219471109312338244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-new-toy.html' title='My new toy'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeDLx3yg3tQ/RYeK52MXr-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xwc96CrpFs0/s72-c/rb108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-595103556837483382</id><published>2006-12-13T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:16:51.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March...two...three...four</title><content type='html'>Early the other morning, Nels walked into my room and asked if he could play with the electric Christmas train. Not ready to open my eyes, I told him he had to wait until I could get the living room vacuumed before we would get the train out. I vaguely remember hearing the hall closet open and the vacuum being dragged down the hall. He then came back into my room and asked if I would help him vacuum the living room. Trying to be a fun mom and not the usual morning grouch that I am I said sure, in a relatively cheerful voice, but I still didn't move. Nels responded "Well then, Lets go! March...two...three...four" as he marched out of the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-595103556837483382?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/595103556837483382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=595103556837483382' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/595103556837483382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/595103556837483382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2006/12/marchtwothreefour.html' title='March...two...three...four'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-2290808759462750389</id><published>2006-12-10T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:04:32.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exceeded Expectations</title><content type='html'>Last night I took the two boys and went to a Christmas choir concert called Sing Noel at our stake. In the past I have always been a member of the choir and have thought that we did a fair job. Last night, for the first time, I was an attendee at the concert. It was fabulous. If our choirs in the past have sounded like the choir last night I no longer think people are attending because of obligation to members of the choir. (My dad may be the one exception.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is in the middle of finals. He just did not have time to go and I could not leave the boys home with him, so I took them both with me. I knew I was expecting a lot to hope they would sit for an hour and a half concert after we had waited around for an hour before it even started. (You have to get there early to get good seats, and I knew they would not last 5 min if we weren't in the benches.) Luckily we sat next to Nels favorite babysitters family and she played with him and his micromachines, let him lay on her lap, colored with him and did what ever else she could think of to keep him entertained. It was a great night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-2290808759462750389?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/2290808759462750389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=2290808759462750389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2290808759462750389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/2290808759462750389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2006/12/exceeded-expectations.html' title='Exceeded Expectations'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-3495305773292852144</id><published>2006-12-04T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:47:11.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to make my christmas cards</title><content type='html'>I have several official and unofficial callings in church that are keeping me very busy; Primary Chorister, Assistant to the ward Activities Committee, and a member of the core committee for our Stake Production coming up in March. Sunday at tithing settlement, our bishop asked me if I wanted a substitute for my one official calling (Chorister) until things calm down. It was extremely nice to have him offer and although I have been griping about primary for the last little while, now that there is a way out (at least temporarily), I feel like I don't want to take it. Since my youngest son was born, I have had a hard time getting back into primary. A vicious cycle started: I wasn't having fun, so I wasn't putting any effort into it, so it wasn't any fun and on and on. I recognized this a couple months ago and things began to get better. And although things are crazy for me, I don't want to give up what I have worked so hard to make better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the last couple of weeks are indicative of the next several months, accepting the Bishop's offer will just be survival mode kicking in. My youngest was up all night with a fever, my week for Joy School, book club last night, two 20 guest dinner parties last week, helping out with the ward Christmas party, a meeting with the 150 cast members for the stake production, Christmas shopping, wrapping presents, Michael's finals... I love being busy, but I think I am just getting tired right now. Who has time for Christmas cards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5515959406409391804-3495305773292852144?l=apinchofpepper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/feeds/3495305773292852144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5515959406409391804&amp;postID=3495305773292852144' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3495305773292852144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5515959406409391804/posts/default/3495305773292852144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apinchofpepper.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-to-make-my-christmas-cards.html' title='I need to make my christmas cards'/><author><name>pepper</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00646970635158811579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5515959406409391804.post-7517222517981208130</id><published>2006-12-04T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:05:25.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess I am a runner</title><content type='html'>I have never considered myself athletic. That trait definantly skipped me and went directly to my siblings. However, Michael and I started running about 3 months ago and decided to run the Dana Point &lt;a href="http://nelsgeek.blogspot.com/2006/11/dana-point-turkey-trot-we-ran-turkey.html"&gt;Turkey Trot 5K&lt;/a&gt; on Thanksgiving. Today Michael gave me an early birthday &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nike-%2B-iPod-Sport-Kit/dp/B000GAUZFO/sr=8-1/qid=1165297850/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-6367600-6125548?ie=UTF8&amp;s=electronics"&gt;present&lt;/a&gt;. I guess with this present, he thinks I am going to keep it up. Since the turkey trot, it has been hard to get out; my life seems so busy right now. I do enjoy running though and am grateful that Michael is as motivated as I. 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