<?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-3334599187558068585</id><updated>2012-01-03T19:47:20.126-07:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='paint'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='sweetz'/><category term='first grade'/><category term='first'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='bunny ears'/><category term='mommy stuff'/><category term='furniture'/><category term='rain'/><category term='country'/><category term='commitment'/><category term='issues'/><category term='tires'/><category term='house'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='3'/><category term='fun'/><category term='hot'/><category term='five'/><category term='football'/><category term='hungry'/><category term='bows'/><category term='Dusty'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='superman'/><title type='text'>Poppy Seeds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-2800326962363111693</id><published>2011-04-19T06:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T06:22:44.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Tuned...</title><content type='html'>Still here. Just don't know how to get it out of my head and onto the screen. Someday I figure this out. Maybe it can be my Easter resolution since I didn't make a New Year resolution. Ha! We shall see. Life is full of changes for me right now you never know what will spark the writing bug. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2800326962363111693?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2800326962363111693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2800326962363111693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2800326962363111693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2800326962363111693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay Tuned...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-7040864588442299237</id><published>2010-07-08T06:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T06:03:18.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YIKES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;How do you do it? How do all of you out there in the bloggy world update your blog everyday? I can't even do it once a year it seems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/TDXMhbjbzlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YimuNcrNrOE/s1600/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491520195352317522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/TDXMhbjbzlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YimuNcrNrOE/s400/092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-7040864588442299237?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/7040864588442299237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=7040864588442299237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7040864588442299237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7040864588442299237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2010/07/yikes.html' title='YIKES!'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/TDXMhbjbzlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YimuNcrNrOE/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-4979415881095949181</id><published>2009-03-26T08:51:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:02:44.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Couple of photos because... well just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317525167407939522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/Scuk91-Mv8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xH759j7agPo/s320/feb+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at his eyes. I never knew that they were that color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317525515830943506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SculSH8t3xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KvUCqxgzExs/s320/feb+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Love the lashes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are the light of my life. I pray every day that I don't let them down. I pray for the patience and knowledge to raise them into strong, caring and passionate young men. I pray that the people who come into their lives won't crush their spirit but will offer them the chance to learn the hard lessons in life and how to come out on the other side stronger and more aware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-4979415881095949181?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/4979415881095949181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=4979415881095949181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4979415881095949181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4979415881095949181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2009/03/couple-of-photos-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/Scuk91-Mv8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/xH759j7agPo/s72-c/feb+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-6258996010490151543</id><published>2009-03-19T07:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T16:20:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Head</title><content type='html'>I’m sitting here this morning wondering what to do today on our fourth day of Spring Break, and I’m watching the news. Of course it is mostly about the economy, and something keeps running around in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I wonder at what point it was decided that professional athletes should make millions of dollars for what they do. Now I'm not saying that they shouldn't be paid well. But millions, really? How is it that our soldiers aren't paid well enough for what they do but a pitcher for a successful baseball team is raking it in; I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, what about corporations that will spend millions of dollars for commercials to run during the Super Bowl? If they took just a fraction of that money and put a full page ad in some of the nations major papers saying, we are going to take our millions that would have been spent on a 60 second ad and put it back into our employees... I bet that would get a ton of free press on news networks. I would much rather support that product then the one that runs some silly ad that I won't even remember the product being advertised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nation is out of whack. I don't know what the solution is; I just know that it feels like there is more that the private sector could be doing to promote fiscal responsibility. I don't want the government involved in every little bad decision that is made. We need to step up in our communities and demand more from each other. More reasonability, more empathy, MORE! Don't wait for the government to tell us the right thing to do. We know. We need to quit being lazy and selfish and stop waiting for someone else to take care of the problems around us. We CAN NOT be afraid to get our hands a little dirty now and then. Let’s put our backs into our communities and lift each other up, help each other out and be more than ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-6258996010490151543?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/6258996010490151543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=6258996010490151543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6258996010490151543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6258996010490151543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sitting-here-this-morning-wondering.html' title='In My Head'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-6504123306654081703</id><published>2009-03-17T13:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:12:36.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I know we all love pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/ScAHsLWUwyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2VlmNHnAzhg/s1600-h/feb+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314256015839249186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/ScAHsLWUwyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2VlmNHnAzhg/s320/feb+024.JPG" 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/3334599187558068585-6504123306654081703?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/6504123306654081703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=6504123306654081703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6504123306654081703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6504123306654081703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-because-i-know-we-all-love-pictures.html' title='Because I know we all love pictures'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/ScAHsLWUwyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2VlmNHnAzhg/s72-c/feb+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-9038395948812172009</id><published>2009-03-17T13:18:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:23:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is hard...</title><content type='html'>There are tons and tons of blogs to read out there in the bloggy world.  Some are great and some well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me however blogging seems to be hard. Why?  I want a great blog. I feel like I have a lot of ideas I want to share but I have an extremely hard time getting them down here in my own blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I applaude all of you who write blogs and I admire those of you who do it so well. Keep up the good work and maybe just maybe someday I will be able to do it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-9038395948812172009?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/9038395948812172009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=9038395948812172009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/9038395948812172009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/9038395948812172009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-is-hard.html' title='It is hard...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-5112885423586096148</id><published>2008-11-03T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:44:34.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/98708474@N00/2995723983/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2995723983_1d8734d657_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/98708474@N00/2995723983/"&gt;Cousins...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/98708474@N00/"&gt;suzanne_ranee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this picture of my boys and their cousin.  It was just a snap shot that turned out wonderful.  When I look at it I get happy and sad.  I miss by brother and his wife and little girl.  They seem so far away. But when we do get togethe the cousins play well and love each other it is a treat that never gets old.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-5112885423586096148?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/5112885423586096148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=5112885423586096148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/5112885423586096148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/5112885423586096148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/11/cousins.html' title='Cousins...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2995723983_1d8734d657_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-1503616991550085952</id><published>2008-11-03T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T10:40:38.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-1503616991550085952?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/1503616991550085952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=1503616991550085952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/1503616991550085952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/1503616991550085952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/11/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-7265729458714984673</id><published>2008-10-02T15:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:26:07.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweetz'/><title type='text'>Hello bloggy world</title><content type='html'>I'm back.  Painting was a bigger job than I had planned and I'm not quite done yet.  But I'm taking a bit of a breather for a few days.  I would like to do the bathrooms still but it doesn't have to happen right away and will probably only take a day to do each one.  I promise I will post some pics of the project soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On anther note we had to say goodbye to our wonderful family dog Sweetz on Tuesday.  She was 11 years old and a wonderful dog that will be missed very much by all of us.  John took it a little harder than Scott but that is to be expected that is just how the two of them are wired. John is more like me and Scott is much more like his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always amazes me how much of an impact pets have on their home and what an empty space they leave when they die.  I still look for her by the bed when I go into the bedroom and expect her to come to the door when I get home during the day.  While the boys are at school my home is VERY quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Sweetz Dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-7265729458714984673?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/7265729458714984673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=7265729458714984673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7265729458714984673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7265729458714984673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-bloggy-world.html' title='Hello bloggy world'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-2440913320553459783</id><published>2008-09-18T07:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:05:31.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='furniture'/><title type='text'>Painting and "stuff"</title><content type='html'>We moved into this house about a year and a half ago and to be honest I have never "loved" it.  However I am thankful for it; it provides a home for my family and it is warm and full of love.  But as a house it leaves A LOT to be desired.  So until we are in a position to get into a house I do "love" I'm going to do the best that I can to adapt this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now the living room, entry and hallway are all green.  A very nice green on a paint chip a not so nice green on the walls, also our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; is 10 years old and it is still in good shape but style wise not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I'm starting the undertaking of painting and then perhaps slip covers for the couches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post before and after pics soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2440913320553459783?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2440913320553459783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2440913320553459783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2440913320553459783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2440913320553459783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/09/painting-and-stuff.html' title='Painting and &quot;stuff&quot;'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-7474216683098558431</id><published>2008-09-17T08:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:33:40.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Grandpa Jack's birthday. John wanted to call and wish him Happy Birthday first thing but I convinced him to wait until after LOGO'S tonight. Hope we can catch him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The boys haven't seen their Grandpa Jack in two years; this makes me sad. They see my dad at least twice a month if not more. I know that Jack lives in Oregon and not just 90 miles away. But I sure do wish he would come to visit us soon. The boys need to see him. So Happy Birthday Grandpa Jack we hope it is happy and we get to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bradley Hand ITC;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brent, Suzie, John and Scott&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-7474216683098558431?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/7474216683098558431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=7474216683098558431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7474216683098558431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7474216683098558431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-grandpa-jack.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa Jack'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-3140640153172185787</id><published>2008-09-11T12:29:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:36:08.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why does the groomer put bows in a working class dog's fur when they are done? It looks ridiculous to say the least. However it was good for a laugh, every time I caught sight of her in the rear view mirror on the way home I just had to giggle. She however didn't seem too impressed with them either. Needless to say after I took some embarrassing pictures of her we took them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMlyb5WjMvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YnFSMQi0hq4/s1600-h/Sweet+Why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244849064627090162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMlyb5WjMvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YnFSMQi0hq4/s320/Sweet+Why.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't she just look like she is thinking "Really. You're going to take my picture with these stupid bows. I hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course since I'm playing around with photos I had to play a little with color and stuff with some of the other pics I took. It is just like what we do to embarrass our kid-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;o's&lt;/span&gt; right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMmc2muY-cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jyf7YBmU7tg/s1600-h/pretty+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244895702971644354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMmc2muY-cI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jyf7YBmU7tg/s320/pretty+dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMmc-13XUAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EDY92kLIcsI/s1600-h/pretty+dog+2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244895844474769410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMmc-13XUAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EDY92kLIcsI/s320/pretty+dog+2a.jpg" 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/3334599187558068585-3140640153172185787?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/3140640153172185787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=3140640153172185787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/3140640153172185787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/3140640153172185787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/09/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMlyb5WjMvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/YnFSMQi0hq4/s72-c/Sweet+Why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-2018309945158242473</id><published>2008-09-09T09:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:34:12.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been playing around with photo editing this week. A great way to waste my time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj1dfNDEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/70Vv0efTTNE/s1600-h/piant+iris12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058954963422274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj1dfNDEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/70Vv0efTTNE/s320/piant+iris12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj1oORYBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DUFKdSzXtkE/s1600-h/scott+4+color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058957845192722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj1oORYBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DUFKdSzXtkE/s320/scott+4+color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj187EDKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_M7lc3Ox5hM/s1600-h/photoshop+iris+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058963401772194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj187EDKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/_M7lc3Ox5hM/s320/photoshop+iris+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj2Bwnf7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/z7RoWT8bvkU/s1600-h/paint+john+twins+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244058964700135346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj2Bwnf7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/z7RoWT8bvkU/s320/paint+john+twins+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2018309945158242473?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2018309945158242473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2018309945158242473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2018309945158242473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2018309945158242473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/09/playing-with-pictures.html' title='Playing with pictures....'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaj1dfNDEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/70Vv0efTTNE/s72-c/piant+iris12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-3636158511988641312</id><published>2008-09-09T09:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:12:45.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Too Much...</title><content type='html'>I'm lucky I have a beautiful collection of stemware and the like that I inherited along with a cabinet for displaying. However it is getting too crowded. This is what I did yesterday. I don't really have any other place to store most of this so I will have to make do with the space but I think it is hard to look at. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaflLpIMqI/AAAAAAAAADs/jrsz1mqkV08/s1600-h/preschool+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244054277248791202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaflLpIMqI/AAAAAAAAADs/jrsz1mqkV08/s320/preschool+008.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMafs6gi33I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tcKE0fpG9xg/s1600-h/preschool+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244054410088341362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="273" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMafs6gi33I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tcKE0fpG9xg/s320/preschool+009.JPG" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMafs6gi33I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tcKE0fpG9xg/s1600-h/preschool+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;--This to This--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMafs6gi33I/AAAAAAAAAD0/tcKE0fpG9xg/s1600-h/preschool+009.JPG"&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/3334599187558068585-3636158511988641312?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/3636158511988641312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=3636158511988641312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/3636158511988641312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/3636158511988641312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/09/too-much.html' title='Too Much...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMaflLpIMqI/AAAAAAAAADs/jrsz1mqkV08/s72-c/preschool+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-8282375315628845719</id><published>2008-09-08T10:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T10:23:04.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hungry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Where oh Where Have I Been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well first off, First Grade is hard. When you get home you are STARVING and just want to eat your mother's arm off. Actually as I typed that it occurred to me that the saying, Bite your head off, probably came from a hungry first grader. So we are trying to figure out our rhythm that doesn't lead to me yelling and Johnny in a full on melt down. We are getting there, but I won't pretend that it hasn't been painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMVfE1RV3dI/AAAAAAAAADU/uXp4qDKI83o/s1600-h/preschool+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243701877766741458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" height="226" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMVfE1RV3dI/AAAAAAAAADU/uXp4qDKI83o/s320/preschool+005.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Scott started preschool. And while he loves preschool and it is only two days a week and only for about 2.5 hours, it is still taking a little getting used to. Mostly what the heck am I supposed to do without a little boy for that time consistently every week. Oh, the possibilities are endless I know. Most of them have to do with a bottle of cleaner of some sort and rubber gloves I'm afraid, fall cleaning instead of spring maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I wrestle with coming to terms with my little boys growing up into school age boys bare with me and my little blog. Someday I see great things from us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-8282375315628845719?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/8282375315628845719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=8282375315628845719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/8282375315628845719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/8282375315628845719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-oh-where-have-i-been.html' title='Where oh Where Have I Been?'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/SMVfE1RV3dI/AAAAAAAAADU/uXp4qDKI83o/s72-c/preschool+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-2621288608250946624</id><published>2008-08-31T10:32:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:44:33.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first grade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SLrXfe-NI8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2PN7Fo1-6gM/s1600-h/First+day+of+first+grade+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240738052288881602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SLrXfe-NI8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2PN7Fo1-6gM/s320/First+day+of+first+grade+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John made it through the fist three days of First Grade in one piece and so did mom and Scott for that matter. He started back to school on Wednesday and was there all day. We had a busy day so it went by pretty quickly. He said it was good and he even earned a High Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night after dinner he called my mom and dad to tell them how his first day went. When they asked him what his teacher was like he said, "well she has blond hair, some cracks on her face and a black dress." I'm guessing that after teaching first graders for 35 years you earn a few cracks in you face. She is a great teacher, and puts up with very little nonsense in her classroom. John will thrive I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott missed him a lot but is gearing up to start preschool on Tuesday. I'm not sure I'm going to know what to do with a couple of hours of free time two days a week, but I'm sure I can figure something out to do with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to paint the living room, kitchen and guest bathroom so I'm sure I will be busy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Suzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2621288608250946624?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2621288608250946624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2621288608250946624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2621288608250946624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2621288608250946624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-grade.html' title='First Grade'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/SLrXfe-NI8I/AAAAAAAAAC8/2PN7Fo1-6gM/s72-c/First+day+of+first+grade+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-7863371525152368145</id><published>2008-08-27T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:22:46.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever this means but it was fun to take.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Perception Personality Image Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;HFDS - The Coach&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humanity, Foreground, Detail, and Shape&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/1486487489696304513.jpeg" width="500" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt;You perceive the world with particular attention to humanity.  You focus on what's in front of you (the foreground) and how that is affected by the details of life.  You are also particularly drawn towards the shapes around you.  Because of the value you place on humanity, you tend to seek out other people and get energized by being around others.  You like to deal directly with whatever comes your way without dealing with speculating possibilities or outcomes you can't control.  You are highly focused on specific goals or tasks and find meaning in life by pursuing those goals.  You prefer a structured environment within which to live and you like things to be predictable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt;The Perception Personality Types:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/16715388163861827773.gif___1_500_1_2000_7fa54554_.jpg" alt="16715388163861827773.gif___1_500_1_2000_7fa54554_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-perception-personality-image-test"&gt;Take The Perception Personality Image Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-7863371525152368145?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/7863371525152368145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=7863371525152368145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7863371525152368145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7863371525152368145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-result-for-perception-personality.html' title='Whatever this means but it was fun to take.'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-2189126905578459237</id><published>2008-08-26T06:09:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:34:13.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Until it wasn't</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a couple of days since I posted. I've been busy trying to get the house nicely organized before the first day of school. Why? I don't know. I had all summer but now that tomorrow is the first day I feel the push to get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did enjoy a day at the practice fields on Saturday for Bobcat Football Family Fun Day. All in all is was a lot of fun right up until it wasn't. See, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; had been ill for a few days but I thought he was better. So we loaded up and headed to our friends house so we could all ride together in her car. After getting there and letting the kids jump and run around on the inflatables we headed over for our free ice cream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; and Gatorade. Then on to stand in line and have the football team sign our posters. Still having fun we headed back to the bouncy things. After another trip through the bounce house Scott is ready to go. Like right now ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you have been reading this and can figure out how all the details when put together would create a not fun incident but if not I will highlight them for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; had been ill, but "I thought" he was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Headed to the practice fields(read no shade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone else drove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Jumping and running around on the inflatables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Free Ice cream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Standing in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. More jumping and running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Ready to go NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spare you all the details that come next. But it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not fun or pretty. A change of clothes was in order for him and we had to throw his rocket &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; away much to his dismay. Thankfully I had snagged a free t-shirt that I could dress him in until we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright note like I said it "was fun" right up until it wasn't and the boys got to meet the new and improved "Champ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238816821697780818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SLQEJJSjHFI/AAAAAAAAACs/sn84LiIzXhc/s320/Family+FUn+012.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2189126905578459237?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2189126905578459237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2189126905578459237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2189126905578459237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2189126905578459237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/08/until-it-wasnt.html' title='Until it wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/SLQEJJSjHFI/AAAAAAAAACs/sn84LiIzXhc/s72-c/Family+FUn+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-2361665676570387432</id><published>2008-08-23T07:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:16:44.087-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Happy Saturday!</title><content type='html'>Whew! I made it to Saturday. I don't know about the rest of you SAHM's but some weeks the weekend just doesn't get here fast enough. Two whole days with another grown up in the house. This weekend that means one more person to make sure the "sickies" are doing okay. John seems to be recovered but Scott is still having the sneaky sickness; just when we think he is better... he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up shampooing the boy's carpet yesterday because, well just because, I will spare you the details. Since I was doing the bedroom I decided to do a deep clean on the living room too, so I went ahead and emptied it and then shampooed. Well we all know you can't put dusty furniture back into a nice clean living room. Soooo, lets just say my living room is beautiful and sparkly now, and the boys room is rearranged and reorganized we will see how long it lasts. But we should be off to a good start for the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school years. YIKES!!! My little John is going to be in first grade. Gone all day. It hit me last night and you know what I'm gonna miss the little hooligan. More on that later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Suzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2361665676570387432?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2361665676570387432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2361665676570387432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2361665676570387432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2361665676570387432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-saturday.html' title='Happy Saturday!'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-7862185294283526840</id><published>2008-08-21T09:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:43:48.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it makes me laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SK2avzBhD3I/AAAAAAAAACY/nvHS6NujDj8/s1600-h/252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012087642853234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/SK2avzBhD3I/AAAAAAAAACY/nvHS6NujDj8/s320/252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick pic of the seeds.  They make me laugh.  These glasses were courtesy of Maga and Papa and they are just too funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-7862185294283526840?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/7862185294283526840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=7862185294283526840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7862185294283526840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7862185294283526840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/08/because-it-makes-me-laugh.html' title='Because it makes me laugh...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/SK2avzBhD3I/AAAAAAAAACY/nvHS6NujDj8/s72-c/252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-5750805427400245455</id><published>2008-08-21T09:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:33:24.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow day</title><content type='html'>The boys are sick.  What else can I say?  Some strange quick moving bug took them down yesterday and last night.  John seems to be feeling pretty good today, but little Scott is not quite up to himself yet.  Ask him and he says he is a 4 and when he gets to a 6 he will be good, he did pop up to a 5 for a minute but he is back down again.  Hopefully he will be better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because the boys aren't well we have decided to not go to see Maga and Papa; and spend our last few days before school starts getting good and healthy.  Maga and Papa are sad but I really don't think all that unhappy that I won't be dragging my ill children to wallow around in their home for 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to do a year in review of sorts soon and also I think I'm going to spiff up the place a bit with a new blog design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suzie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-5750805427400245455?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/5750805427400245455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=5750805427400245455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/5750805427400245455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/5750805427400245455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/08/slow-day.html' title='Slow day'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-3511195443554262880</id><published>2008-08-20T13:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:50:27.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment'/><title type='text'>I'm back... I think</title><content type='html'>So as I type this I'm thinking &lt;em&gt;Really?&lt;/em&gt; do I want to start this whole blog thing up again?  I mean can I handle the commitment to actually write something worthwhile that someone other than my mom would want to read.  I came to the conclusion that what the heck I will give it another whirl and see what I come up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-3511195443554262880?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/3511195443554262880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=3511195443554262880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/3511195443554262880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/3511195443554262880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m back... I think'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-8870448916246081657</id><published>2007-06-28T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T08:43:14.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><title type='text'>Quiet</title><content type='html'>Not much to say today.  It is getting warm summer must be in full swing.  It is supposed to be 95 today.  I know other places are hotter, and more humid; but 95 is still dang hot for us.  I'm not sure how we are going to beat the heat tonight.  Maybe head to the country and go fishing.  It makes me laugh so say head to the country since we live in Montana and most of our subdivision that we now live in used to be "the country" when I was attending MSU. Anywhooooo, like I said not much to say today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-8870448916246081657?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/8870448916246081657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=8870448916246081657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/8870448916246081657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/8870448916246081657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiet.html' title='Quiet'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-5515865215702604514</id><published>2007-06-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:02:02.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dusty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='five'/><title type='text'>Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW! &lt;/strong&gt;It has been 3 weeks since my last post. I can't imagine where the time has gone but I do know I won't get it back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things happen every day and I say to myself I need to blog this but then I don't. So I will try and catch up a little now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was hubby's bank pic-nic. It was pretty nice too bad it rained but at least it wasn't like a 100 degrees or anything. The boys were good considering they were the ONLY kids there. Johnny introduced himself to everyone there. He told me so, "Mom, I introduced myself to everybody, so they would know my name."  Go Johnny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Johnny he turned Five on the 5th of June and it was a grand day. It's like 5 is a magical number and now he can do all the things he couldn't do when he was 4. He got and poured his own juice that morning. When I was telling my friend about it he piped up and said, " Yep, I'm 5 now. I was 4 but now I'm 5. When I was 4 I was learning to be 5" very well put I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078606049354941042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RnrVS1XzgnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3nxylQgSMtk/s320/IMG_3045-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all turning 5 was a success. He was happy to get to have two parties one with Maga and Papa and one at home with his favorite person. Uncle Dusty. This is the man who he thinks hung the moon. Dad's best friend and a rancher he has never missed one of John's "important" events. I bring this up because short of the actual BIRTHday he has been at all of John's birthday's and his baby luau. Plus he came to John's Poopin' in the Potty Party, and ate Cookie Monster cake that turned your mouth blue. He is a great guy and I'm so happy he is in John and Scott's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078607329255195266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RnrWdVXzgoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yGOvNRIaxuE/s320/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the a for mentioned "Uncle" Dusty fixing my tire on the way to my mom and dad's the first weekend in June.  It just so happened that he was in the town were we now live so we all had lunch together and then the boys and I headed for Mom and Dad's and husband went back to work.  Well about 20 miles into my trip I got a flat tire.  Knowing that Dusty wasn't far behind I called him and he rescued me.  So I guess I'm not only happy he is in John and Scott's life I'm pretty darn happy to know him too.   This picture is taken on the side of the interstate and it is busy Friday afternoon and fairly warm.  He didn't even complain once. What a guy. Husband did end up helping him brand the next day but hey that is fun for him so it was all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-5515865215702604514?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/5515865215702604514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=5515865215702604514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/5515865215702604514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/5515865215702604514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/RnrVS1XzgnI/AAAAAAAAAA0/3nxylQgSMtk/s72-c/IMG_3045-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-7036852481432617693</id><published>2007-05-31T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T07:53:11.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunny ears'/><title type='text'>Dinner time battles.</title><content type='html'>I don't fully understand why it is that when a boy hits a certain point some time during his third year that he decides that food is irrelevant to survival and would rather just drink milk and eat the occasional Popsicle. But I do know that we went through it with John and now we are going through it with Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott is also way more stubborn than John so dinner time turns into a battle of the wills between him and his father. Most dinner conversations go like this lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Scott, Eat"&lt;br /&gt;Scott: "I can't"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Scotty have just 3 bites"&lt;br /&gt;Scott: "I can't"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Scott if you don't eat any dinner you are going to have to go straight to bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at which point he will usually have a bite of food but only after I have put it on the fork for him. And around and around we go until dinner is finally over. Well the other night we had a change in the dialogue. It went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Scott, Eat"&lt;br /&gt;Scott: "I can't"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Scotty have 3 bites"&lt;br /&gt;Scott: "I can't"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "Scott look you have a bite right there on your fork just pick it up and eat it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scott: "Oh yeah, Well &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; have Bunny Ears"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: speechless&lt;br /&gt;Mom: laughing so hard she about fell out of her chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest thing I've heard in awhile. Such a totally random thing to say; as Brent doesn't have bunny ears and his hair doesn't poke up to look like bunny ears either. We don't know where it came from, but needless to say the dinner battle was diffused. Scott did end up eating dinner and Dad couldn't come up with a good comeback to that one; and just sat there laughing with a totally bewildered look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this now has become our standard comeback in our house. Yeah, well you have bunny ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-7036852481432617693?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/7036852481432617693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=7036852481432617693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7036852481432617693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/7036852481432617693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/dinner-time-battles.html' title='Dinner time battles.'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-4530573476707947614</id><published>2007-05-30T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:23:01.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music for the Kid-O's</title><content type='html'>I love to hear the voices of my little boys when they sing.  I like it when they make up there own songs and I love to hear them sing along in the car.  So imagine my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;, over at &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures in Baby Wearing&lt;/a&gt; is having yet another great contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for a really fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; called  &lt;a href="http://www.soundzania.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soundzania&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;you can go and listen to a few samples for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;.  The boys and I really like Pajamas the best, but they were all fun.  The band hopes this album will bring giggles and snoozes to your family as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-4530573476707947614?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/4530573476707947614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=4530573476707947614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4530573476707947614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4530573476707947614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/music-for-kid-os.html' title='Music for the Kid-O&apos;s'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-2274721823834117357</id><published>2007-05-30T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T08:11:51.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/Rl2UCn0XQKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TIgnOlCtQTw/s1600-h/IMG_2964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070371528258306210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/Rl2UCn0XQKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TIgnOlCtQTw/s320/IMG_2964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the Rain at Maga and Papa's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2274721823834117357?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2274721823834117357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2274721823834117357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2274721823834117357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2274721823834117357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/Rl2UCn0XQKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TIgnOlCtQTw/s72-c/IMG_2964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-4437698062865361209</id><published>2007-05-29T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:42:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can see the light.</title><content type='html'>Literally, I can see the light.  The sun is coming out from behind the rain clouds and is reflecting off the back fence.  Now this isn't such a big deal except it seems like it has been raining forever and I was beginning to wonder if indeed it would ever be sunny again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that if I were truly a good little Montanan I would say something about needing the moisture and all that but quite honestly I'm sick of rain.  And if you get a whole bunch of rain in the spring and then none the rest of the summer all you get is whole bunch of really long dried up grass that will burn quite nicely the first lighting strike that hits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm happy to see the light and am quietly praying that it stays nice for a few days.  The Governors Cup race is this coming Saturday and it will be nice to have sunny weather for that.  I did manage to sign myself up for the 10k race.  Not to sure what a wise choice that was considering my performance in the Race for The Cure, but at least going into this race I will have actually been out running some before the actual race day. Nice little vacation I took, all the while blaming it on weather and the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are sick of being cooped up inside and I'm tired of the mess two little boys can make when cooped up inside for a few days.  The dog is bored and just wants to go roll in the grass but hates to end up soaking wet and muddy so she just runs out fast then turns around and looks at me like what the heck is this.  RAIN!  I don't like rain can't you do something about this PLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEEE. Then she comes back inside and fallows me around until I decide where I'm going to be for a few minutes and that is were she will park herself.  Needless to say we are all getting one heck of a case of cabin fever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can see the light and soon we will be out soaking up all the Vitamin D we can and hopefully that will carry us through our next rainy patch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-4437698062865361209?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/4437698062865361209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=4437698062865361209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4437698062865361209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4437698062865361209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-can-see-light.html' title='I can see the light.'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-2514853002796829277</id><published>2007-05-28T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T09:52:40.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boys and Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlsFyn0XQII/AAAAAAAAAAc/6XdPbed6tyI/s1600-h/IMG_3002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069652172775833730" style="WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" height="282" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlsFyn0XQII/AAAAAAAAAAc/6XdPbed6tyI/s320/IMG_3002.JPG" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlsHxH0XQJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkhxqi5Tl_M/s1600-h/IMG_3012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069654346029285522" style="CURSOR: hand" height="284" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlsHxH0XQJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkhxqi5Tl_M/s320/IMG_3012.JPG" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about the cardboard box that makes it such a great "toy"? I don't know if this is a question that can ever be answered as there are so many different ways to answer. But one thing I do know for sure is that my boys love and I mean LOVE to play with boxes. Having just completed a move a few months ago we have had many a box grace our living room floor. They have been houses, cars, airplane, spaceships, jails, caves, tents, sleds(as in Santa) and a whole mass of other "things". I'm always a little sad to see the current box of the moment bite the dust but eventually they all do. I also have to laugh at myself when I hear myself say "Go play in your box, before I throw it away" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest will turn 5 next week and I'm faced with what to do for his birthday and it always hits me that probably the thing he would like most would be a cardboard box, a roll of tape some string and a flashlight. Then all would be right with the world. But we all know that as mom we won't do that so I guess I'm off to Target. We shall see what I turn up with I have a few ideas but getting past the thought of another toy being lost at the bottom of the toy box may prevent even my best attempts at birthday satisfaction. If all else fails I know where I can get a cardboard box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2514853002796829277?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2514853002796829277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2514853002796829277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2514853002796829277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2514853002796829277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/little-boys-and-boxes.html' title='Little Boys and Boxes'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlsFyn0XQII/AAAAAAAAAAc/6XdPbed6tyI/s72-c/IMG_3002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-6537475304840356875</id><published>2007-05-26T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:16:38.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-Yeah...</title><content type='html'>I forgot to show you what I would buy if I won &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Steph's &lt;/a&gt;contest for the &lt;a href="http://cheekyjewelry.com/index.php"&gt;Cheeky Jewelry &lt;/a&gt;along with the $25 gift certificate.  So here are some of the things I have my eye on. &lt;a href="http://cheekyjewelry.com/product_info.php?products_id=78"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;, or maybe I would like &lt;a href="http://cheekyjewelry.com/product_info.php?cPath=25&amp;products_id=53"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;more. Oh and I really like &lt;a href="http://cheekyjewelry.com/product_info.php?cPath=26&amp;amp;products_id=105"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt;.  So there you have it, I would have some decision making to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-6537475304840356875?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/6537475304840356875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=6537475304840356875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6537475304840356875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6537475304840356875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-yeah.html' title='Oh-Yeah...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-4493666844748622417</id><published>2007-05-26T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:50:00.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy stuff'/><title type='text'>Contests!</title><content type='html'>Okay!  It is plain that I am very very new to this whole blogging adventure but I have been lured in by some of these contests I have seen on other blogs and I just can't help myself I have to enter.  The prizes are just AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adventures in Baby Wearing&lt;/a&gt;; is having this great contest for some earrings and a $25 gift certificate from&lt;a href="http://cheekyjewelry.com/"&gt; Cheeky Jewelry&lt;/a&gt;.  I love earrings and I probably wouldn't have even known about Cheeky Jewelry if it wasn't for this contest so I'm entering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is another contest over at &lt;a href="http://pinksandbluesgirls.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pinks and Blues &lt;/a&gt;for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dooney&lt;/span&gt; and Bourke handbag with some Victoria's Secret &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Perfume&lt;/span&gt; throw in just to sweeten the deal.  How awesome is that? I also discovered the &lt;a href="http://pinksandbluesgirls.wordpress.com/"&gt;Pinks and Blues&lt;/a&gt; site because of &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  She is fast becoming my very own source for really awesome mommy stuff.  I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dooney&lt;/span&gt; and Bourke handbags and I have really been wanting one for sometime (hint hint) and so of course I could not help but enter this contest it is just too awesome not to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which finally leads me to my question. How do these ladies get these awesome things to give away in the fun contests?  I'm so new to this whole thing I just don't know.  If someone knows and wouldn't mind explaining it to me that would be great I'm just wondering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank gals for the fun contests and pulling my into the blogging fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-4493666844748622417?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/4493666844748622417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=4493666844748622417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4493666844748622417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/4493666844748622417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/contests.html' title='Contests!'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-2689253723046371056</id><published>2007-05-26T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T08:15:32.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I've actually posted anything on my blog. Sometimes it is just more fun to read about other than try to put my life into words. It is all just so very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last post life has been moving along at a frenzied pace. The boys seem like they get noticeably more grown up everyday. They are both getting to be such nice boys, however I miss the "littleness". I'm glad Scotty still has some of that left for a bit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran the &lt;a href="http://cms.komen.org/komen/index.htm"&gt;Susan G Komen Race for the Cure &lt;/a&gt;on the 20th. My time was a bit slower than I wanted; it was a good wake up call for me to get back to running after my little mini vacation from the activity. It was a perfect day for the race and the turn out was great about 4000 in body or spirit raced. They had all sorts of vendors there giving away all sorts of cool things. &lt;a href="http://www.fordvehicles.com/warriorsinpink/raceforthecure/"&gt;Ford &lt;/a&gt;was there with their Ford Cares Warrior Scarves. &lt;a href="http://www.newbalance.com/events/komenpartnership.php"&gt;New Balance &lt;/a&gt;was there with their laces and pin not to mention a great give away. &lt;a href="http://www.coldwatercreek.com/Cure/Komen_Help.aspx"&gt;Coldwater Creek&lt;/a&gt; had a booth set up also with some really neat things however the line was large and I wanted to get to the starting line so I did not check it out up close. The best thing I got at the race aside from the feeling of gratefulness for a healthy body was this really awesome key chain. From the &lt;a href="http://iamthecure.org/"&gt;I AM THE CURE &lt;/a&gt;booth. The circles on the key chain represent the average size lumps detected in different methods of examination. The largest circle being about the size of a 50 cent piece and representing the average size lump found by accident. It really drove the point home of how very important early detection is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamthecure.org/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068884185378668658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlhLT30XQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rz_n6sRS8I0/s320/IMG_2992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the race I came home and putting a regular running schedule into place and I have stuck to it, it really feels good to be back at it and my body is responding well. Kind of like well what took you so long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next weekend is another race and I'm entered into the 10k and looking very forward to it, I will post more about it later right now I have to go and help the bigger boy get a game going before he completely falls apart. Bye for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlhKLn0XQGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iLpE8omrPXk/s1600-h/IMG_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-2689253723046371056?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/2689253723046371056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=2689253723046371056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2689253723046371056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/2689253723046371056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/catching-up.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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://bp0.blogger.com/_Opbi54cJPyA/RlhLT30XQHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rz_n6sRS8I0/s72-c/IMG_2992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3334599187558068585.post-6331014252742470246</id><published>2007-05-16T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T08:15:39.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awareness in my house.</title><content type='html'>Awareness. That is the random thought on my mind this morning. On Saturday I'm going to Run the 5K in our Race for the Cure. Which got me thinking about Breast Cancer Awareness and then Women's Health Awareness, then I moved on to Family Health Awareness. Is there such a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a site dedicated to raising the awareness about how important it is for total family health? I also wonder about little boys. I see all sorts of advertising campaigns and such aimed at raising the self esteem of little girls and I have NO problem with them; I think they are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder about the little boys. I will admit that as a mother of two little boys and no girls it matters more to me than I guess if I had daughters. I'm just wondering if that is what Little League and Pee-wee football are supposed to do. I just don't know. What I do know is that boys need to know what it is to be a "good guy". There are so many questionable role models available that as boys get older it is difficult to sort through all the characters created for kids and find one to be comfortable with. Even characters that aren't created for little kids that just end up being in front of them in the media and such. Athletes, entertainers, and the like. These people didn't ask to be any one's role model yet here they are being watched with big eyes and sponge like brains. Sheesh, I see it even in the peers of my husband and mine. My boys adore all of their surrogate "uncles" sometimes I will hear them say something or see them do something and when asked about it they will answer that is what Uncle So and So does or says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a couple of years ago there were these commercials on TV with all sorts of "famous" men talking about speaking out until there was an end to violence against women. And about teaching boys how to treat others. Those were great commercials. Wonder where they went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, Awareness is on my brain this morning. I want to raise the awareness in my home about health for everyone, Mom, Dad and boys. I want to Raise caring, strong boys that will turn into men that any mother would be comfortable to have as a role model for their little sponges. So off I go to figure out how to do that. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-6331014252742470246?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/6331014252742470246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=6331014252742470246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6331014252742470246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6331014252742470246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/awareness.html' title='Awareness in my house.'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-6145952485485878540</id><published>2007-05-10T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T07:53:20.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issues'/><title type='text'>Blog Issues and Superman.</title><content type='html'>I have been having "blog" issues lately.  Seems that I feel like everything I write needs to be funny or smart or offer something to the reader.  Also afraid I'm going to do "it" wrong whatever that is.  So I haven't posted anything, and am in danger of becoming a lost blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another wonderful beautiful day.  Don't know what it holds in store for us; so far Scott isn't in a very cooperative mood but that is generally the case he is 3 you know.  These days I feel like I'm in training to be a negotiator, except I'm the one be held hostage. I know that this is a growing stage and I remember when John went through it so I know that it is going to get better but man oh man 3 can be trying.  The other side of that is that there is just nothing cuter then most 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;.  He can make me laugh a lot and he still likes to be snuggled once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, most days he can be found wearing a cape.  And will only answer to the name of Superman.  Don't try to call him anything else because he won't answer or he will correct you until you call him by the right name.  This is not a new thing he was Obi Wan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanobi&lt;/span&gt; for most of December and January and February.  So now instead of a Light saber going everywhere he just wears his cape.  We had to wash it yesterday as it got peed on.  I bet Superman never really peed on his cape, but then I bet he didn't really wear his cape when he was 3; and as anyone who has a 3 year old boy can tell you all sorts of things happen that you could never imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm off to figure out what in the world we are going to do today to entertain the hooligans and figure out what needs to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt; to get superman to eat his breakfast that is still sitting untouched.  Have a great Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-6145952485485878540?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/6145952485485878540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=6145952485485878540' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6145952485485878540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6145952485485878540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-issues-and-superman.html' title='Blog Issues and Superman.'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-6621448415197869079</id><published>2007-05-04T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:07:55.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel it in my heart...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Star Wars made it's way back into our lives. I thought that we were starting to phase out of the all consuming Jedi stage but no we were just on a brief sabbatical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there has been lots of talking about why did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anakin&lt;/span&gt; turn to the dark side and all. The best way I have found to explain it, is that he feels anger in his heart and can't let it go and that anger turns into hate and that lets the dark side in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I hear the younger Jedi crying and saying " I don't want to be a bad guy" and the older Jedi comes to me and says "Mom, I feel it in my heart. Scott is turning into a bad guy." I answer "No, Scott is not turning into a day guy", to which his reply is "Yes, I feel it in my heart he is turning into a bad guy.... but don't worry we are just pretending."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just to funny to me. So the Jedi's are back and who know how long they will stay this time. Until then I guess we will just have to use the Force and fight the Dark Side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-6621448415197869079?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/6621448415197869079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=6621448415197869079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6621448415197869079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/6621448415197869079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-feel-it-in-my-heart.html' title='I feel it in my heart...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</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-3334599187558068585.post-1516031749593826633</id><published>2007-05-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:51:29.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>My first time...</title><content type='html'>Okay I have officially jumped in with both feet and started a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Well after a few mornings of lurking around other Mommy blogs I became inspired. Not to mention sometimes thoughts just enter my mommy brain and I want to share them but they are just lost on my almost 5 and 3 year old boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, I get a great amount of pleasure in listening to the rain outside while staying snuggled into my nice warm bed. This is lost on my boys as they are up and out of bed as soon as their little eyes pop open in the morning. Why would anyone want to lay in bed, stay still and of all things listen to the rain. Rain, it doesn't say anything and it really doesn't even make that much noise unless you listen really hard. Besides that they had laser beans to make. Yes, I know you think that was a typo but no they really had to get up and make laser beans. I asked if they meant laser beams, but Poppy Seed #1 aka the bug, informed me that indeed he meant laser bean, you know that thing that if you walk through it you will set off an alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that we were up and starting our day; and here I am starting my very own blog to share my randomness with and once and awhile share a pic or two of the Poppy Seed Family. Hope all who should stumble across this blog get a smile or at least a bit of enjoyment from reading it and the rest who know me will enjoy the pictures and hearing about our little life here in the Bo-Zone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3334599187558068585-1516031749593826633?l=thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/feeds/1516031749593826633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3334599187558068585&amp;postID=1516031749593826633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/1516031749593826633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3334599187558068585/posts/default/1516031749593826633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoppyseeds.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-time.html' title='My first time...'/><author><name>Suzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16969198633504962537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
