<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568</id><updated>2009-12-22T21:59:00.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Covered Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-5789339672341720896</id><published>2009-12-21T19:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:27:21.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SzDRqnts6KI/AAAAAAAAES4/10zdGdqcJps/s1600-h/mary_baby_jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SzDRqnts6KI/AAAAAAAAES4/10zdGdqcJps/s400/mary_baby_jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418060881872087202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day I was caught up in the hustle and bustle of holiday shopping.  We'd been to several stores and we ended up in a crowded grocery store, buying food for dinner.  I was running around the store so focused on avoiding crowds, hurrying through the deli line, and checking off everything on my lengthy shopping list.  Frosty the Snowman was playing loudly over the store's speaker system and I was examining cheeses for the best expiration date.  Then it happened.  Softly at first, mostly because of all the competing noise and Frosty music, but there is was.  A small choir by the front door of the store singing in beautiful four part harmony "Silent Night".  As I focused on that song to hear it more clearly, the people, the noise, the rush and Frosty all faded away.  Without warning, I felt tears well up in my eyes.  I felt Christmas.  I remembered what the season is for.  I remembered the Savior.  I remembered that Christmas is about the joy that comes from knowing Him and celebrating His birth, His life and His resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-5789339672341720896?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5789339672341720896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=5789339672341720896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/5789339672341720896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/5789339672341720896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SzDRqnts6KI/AAAAAAAAES4/10zdGdqcJps/s72-c/mary_baby_jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-6844615425953704663</id><published>2009-12-02T00:28:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T06:30:23.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day in Paradise</title><content type='html'>We woke up Monday morning to a beautiful blue sky, and decided to take a walk on the beach first thing.  The beach is just about a 30 second walk from our condo, so we got all over that pretty quickly. After being out there a few minutes, we saw a beautiful rainbow and knew it was going to be a fantastic day.  (We had some other clues in addition to the rainbow.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYDM-4J3I/AAAAAAAAEO8/lkX8EKIR268/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYDM-4J3I/AAAAAAAAEO8/lkX8EKIR268/s400/DSCF0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538445635856242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right before you get to the beach, there is a huge, huge lawn with chairs on it where you can relax and watch the ocean.  Addie uses it for exploration and running.  She loves this place SO much, it just makes us laugh.  She can't wait to get out and explore every minute of the day.  Here are a few shots of her on the big lawn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYCi9WEtI/AAAAAAAAEO0/2meOYz5ZvS4/s1600-h/DSCF0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYCi9WEtI/AAAAAAAAEO0/2meOYz5ZvS4/s400/DSCF0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538434355139282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYDf4m47I/AAAAAAAAEPE/qePR3OgfjJ8/s1600-h/DSCF0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYDf4m47I/AAAAAAAAEPE/qePR3OgfjJ8/s400/DSCF0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538450709832626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYkmZjgfkI/AAAAAAAAESk/UPF56xtG-pA/s1600-h/DSCF0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYkmZjgfkI/AAAAAAAAESk/UPF56xtG-pA/s400/DSCF0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410552244445675074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd1o6stDI/AAAAAAAAEQM/oRNVOdliSVw/s1600-h/DSCF0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd1o6stDI/AAAAAAAAEQM/oRNVOdliSVw/s400/DSCF0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410544809686119474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd1RRxwFI/AAAAAAAAEQE/h37a7Ti0JYI/s1600-h/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd1RRxwFI/AAAAAAAAEQE/h37a7Ti0JYI/s400/DSCF0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410544803340468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a good amount of time running on the lawn, we got suited up and hit the pools. Addie had her first swimming experience there and positively freaked out.  These are some great shots from her first day in the pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYEISXnVI/AAAAAAAAEPU/o2_2rgiPLZ8/s1600-h/DSCF0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYEISXnVI/AAAAAAAAEPU/o2_2rgiPLZ8/s400/DSCF0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538461555301714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYc-YJWh3I/AAAAAAAAEPc/-xfysf1hTkg/s1600-h/DSCF0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYc-YJWh3I/AAAAAAAAEPc/-xfysf1hTkg/s400/DSCF0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410543860291372914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYc-0lpKHI/AAAAAAAAEPk/EeeBG_58rUQ/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYc-0lpKHI/AAAAAAAAEPk/EeeBG_58rUQ/s400/DSCF0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410543867926227058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Splashing Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgcXAs1SI/AAAAAAAAESU/xvuM4HhLNxg/s1600-h/IMG_8156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgcXAs1SI/AAAAAAAAESU/xvuM4HhLNxg/s400/IMG_8156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410547673917609250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgcDSFntI/AAAAAAAAESM/p4dHIz-Yi8U/s1600-h/IMG_8152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgcDSFntI/AAAAAAAAESM/p4dHIz-Yi8U/s400/IMG_8152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410547668621827794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the pool we went and walked along the beach.  The beach quickly replaced the pool as Addie's favorite thing in the world. She was enthralled by the waves and the tide washing over her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYD2DjyfI/AAAAAAAAEPM/GpZaKADLC60/s1600-h/DSCF0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYD2DjyfI/AAAAAAAAEPM/GpZaKADLC60/s400/DSCF0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410538456661346802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These next couple of photos illustrate how hard it is to get a perfectly posed photo of one of us with Addie, due to her unpredictable moves.  The first one is the good one (after the bottom half of the photo was cropped out, due to Addie pulling her shirt up last minute), but the second one is classic Addie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYufax97CI/AAAAAAAAESs/D_K9QKwMAqs/s1600-h/DSCF0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYufax97CI/AAAAAAAAESs/D_K9QKwMAqs/s400/DSCF0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410563119631952930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYdAJMSuWI/AAAAAAAAEP8/Cov1mVrhHj8/s1600-h/DSCF0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYdAJMSuWI/AAAAAAAAEP8/Cov1mVrhHj8/s400/DSCF0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410543890636912994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went shopping after dinner, and my sister took this shot of us coming down the stairs.  It's one of my favorite shots ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgc0RA3bI/AAAAAAAAESc/0mWw7HWf4RA/s1600-h/IMG_8181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgc0RA3bI/AAAAAAAAESc/0mWw7HWf4RA/s400/IMG_8181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410547681770659250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we started the day off with another trip to the pool, armed with a newly purchased Speedo float suit for Addie.  She looked like a little muscleman running around in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4fb99f2da3b386ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYdUgSjmqbUrGgoU_ladzWkcqyw_V4IzD-wkv7vjaYxsJXr81G1CVuo_AJlyWHfo2F7MostSQ3D_q4oXP6gt7x74rsOKWjt0X7DV_OUyU1l0GlSR6kfG-ApIgfJIMEAbARybdEn5MRI5z9GBj2NAtmYfzqJvSNxRn_g5zwXoJTxaq76rqjBH7t1dQA_RV9NNR_FvGMQF0dzB0Vvafpc35HEn%26sigh%3DYuPKqgfd0UKegFATIIBCUqsthlQ%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fb99f2da3b386ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DaoUO3FrL9nAZ-Vk3WEUWVIxwUdc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYdUgSjmqbUrGgoU_ladzWkcqyw_V4IzD-wkv7vjaYxsJXr81G1CVuo_AJlyWHfo2F7MostSQ3D_q4oXP6gt7x74rsOKWjt0X7DV_OUyU1l0GlSR6kfG-ApIgfJIMEAbARybdEn5MRI5z9GBj2NAtmYfzqJvSNxRn_g5zwXoJTxaq76rqjBH7t1dQA_RV9NNR_FvGMQF0dzB0Vvafpc35HEn%26sigh%3DYuPKqgfd0UKegFATIIBCUqsthlQ%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fb99f2da3b386ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DaoUO3FrL9nAZ-Vk3WEUWVIxwUdc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the pool!  Addie is really getting the hang of swimming.  She's starting to kick and she especially loves to splash people.  In fact, when she sees the pool and wants to go swimming, she starts yelling "Splash! Splash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd2vQZOII/AAAAAAAAEQk/3FkvOjhPWg8/s1600-h/DSCF0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd2vQZOII/AAAAAAAAEQk/3FkvOjhPWg8/s400/DSCF0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410544828567599234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd2L4aZLI/AAAAAAAAEQc/7pWZ2Y8swYU/s1600-h/DSCF0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYd2L4aZLI/AAAAAAAAEQc/7pWZ2Y8swYU/s400/DSCF0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410544819071771826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice time share salesman, in an attempt to strike up a conversation, offered to take some pictures of all of us together.  No sale for him, but fun photos for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYekKqIzeI/AAAAAAAAEQs/wnoW0cW4zd0/s1600-h/DSCF0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYekKqIzeI/AAAAAAAAEQs/wnoW0cW4zd0/s400/DSCF0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410545609017445858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYekWlUIII/AAAAAAAAEQ0/8M0zx7m8BME/s1600-h/DSCF0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYekWlUIII/AAAAAAAAEQ0/8M0zx7m8BME/s400/DSCF0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410545612218441858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off to comb the beaches.  John was determined to catch one of those super fast beach crabs and was actually successful!  Go John :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYfXKajD-I/AAAAAAAAERk/ezV8CFTtXs4/s1600-h/DSCF0106-Closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYfXKajD-I/AAAAAAAAERk/ezV8CFTtXs4/s400/DSCF0106-Closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410546485125386210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun shot of John and Addie on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYelQSbJsI/AAAAAAAAERM/xMW8KVinsLs/s1600-h/DSCF0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYelQSbJsI/AAAAAAAAERM/xMW8KVinsLs/s400/DSCF0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410545627708466882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this spelled out in the sand during our beach walk.  I'm pretty sure it will end up being my screen saver come February or March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYek-OY0DI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/v1ovVvVC-7A/s1600-h/DSCF0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYek-OY0DI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/v1ovVvVC-7A/s400/DSCF0099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410545622859698226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end of another beautiful day.  We wanted to get photos of all of us with the sunset, but had to settle for individual shots.  Where are all the time share salesmen when you need them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgbVOrKvI/AAAAAAAAER8/ZMIf0Edgxq8/s1600-h/DSCF0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgbVOrKvI/AAAAAAAAER8/ZMIf0Edgxq8/s400/DSCF0126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410547656259480306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgb07hq-I/AAAAAAAAESE/3dqyf-KNIy8/s1600-h/DSCF0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYgb07hq-I/AAAAAAAAESE/3dqyf-KNIy8/s400/DSCF0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410547664769100770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-6844615425953704663?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6844615425953704663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=6844615425953704663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/6844615425953704663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/6844615425953704663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-another-day-in-paradise.html' title='Just Another Day in Paradise'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SxYYDM-4J3I/AAAAAAAAEO8/lkX8EKIR268/s72-c/DSCF0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-4420875324061603896</id><published>2009-11-30T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T09:25:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupboards</title><content type='html'>So we got to the hotel last night, and Addie started exploring.  She quickly discovered that none of the cupboards in the kitchen here have the childproof latches on them.  The latches at home are her nemesis so she felt extremely triumphant to open and close cupboards and drawers with impunity.  Hair disclaimer:  Addie had her hair in a pony tail all day, and when said pony tail was removed, her hair went nutso.  Add humidity for the perfect storm of crazy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-842799df6f860f0b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaY-KWsXUWURYX1adV2db3ty1wdaFVwmuiNNG9wnNmScG3efFcLkBRqlmRffjsMmhw4-qeDWX3A8VqEZ_nApq1kcTBivNSYURxF7ny6F03uueA5FV7fo_jSScuaJkIPj7dkBhgqaBt4QjZpi_R8v1SsHxU-iduFILfNy87sj5a_WyfTTfh6I6y6oj4GFp-DBonronNRKHRgwxt0En6-jPkAT%26sigh%3DMWfA-PpqUzUYeJWNFxBcjH1yhYk%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D842799df6f860f0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DyeJ_fXAk0xGOFiRVAEmn1jqa9LQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAADbdx0ctBZ6r0jjgHMEoxaY-KWsXUWURYX1adV2db3ty1wdaFVwmuiNNG9wnNmScG3efFcLkBRqlmRffjsMmhw4-qeDWX3A8VqEZ_nApq1kcTBivNSYURxF7ny6F03uueA5FV7fo_jSScuaJkIPj7dkBhgqaBt4QjZpi_R8v1SsHxU-iduFILfNy87sj5a_WyfTTfh6I6y6oj4GFp-DBonronNRKHRgwxt0En6-jPkAT%26sigh%3DMWfA-PpqUzUYeJWNFxBcjH1yhYk%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D842799df6f860f0b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DyeJ_fXAk0xGOFiRVAEmn1jqa9LQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-4420875324061603896?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4420875324061603896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=4420875324061603896' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/4420875324061603896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/4420875324061603896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/cupboards.html' title='Cupboards'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-2717448715693945350</id><published>2009-11-24T14:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:40:26.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could she...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwxSjBKckbI/AAAAAAAAEOs/RcMkXsHiu7E/s1600/IMG_5076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwxSjBKckbI/AAAAAAAAEOs/RcMkXsHiu7E/s400/IMG_5076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407788014126272946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Could she be any cuter? Could those eyes be any bigger or bluer? Could she have more kissable cheeks or a sweeter smile? I don't think so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-2717448715693945350?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2717448715693945350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=2717448715693945350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2717448715693945350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2717448715693945350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/could-she.html' title='Could she...'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwxSjBKckbI/AAAAAAAAEOs/RcMkXsHiu7E/s72-c/IMG_5076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-6331133496634061826</id><published>2009-11-21T08:37:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:02:05.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning off the Cell Phone Camera</title><content type='html'>Found a few treasures on the cell phone camera this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is from a few months back but we had a busy day out shopping and Addie finally gave in to sleep even while we walked around the store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKF16oP-I/AAAAAAAAEN0/HT-WUO4IiCg/s1600/IMG00884-20090814-1315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKF16oP-I/AAAAAAAAEN0/HT-WUO4IiCg/s400/IMG00884-20090814-1315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582448146890722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All smiles in the grocery store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKFtnsfLI/AAAAAAAAENs/DB0xBdLYm-M/s1600/IMG00065-20091119-1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKFtnsfLI/AAAAAAAAENs/DB0xBdLYm-M/s400/IMG00065-20091119-1019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582445919993010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3EO6EmI/AAAAAAAAEMs/LM_rDiJ6iCo/s1600/IMG00064-20091119-1019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3EO6EmI/AAAAAAAAEMs/LM_rDiJ6iCo/s400/IMG00064-20091119-1019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582194292003426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKFY8E46I/AAAAAAAAENk/yfYwKKg2fTw/s1600/IMG00061-20091117-2050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKFY8E46I/AAAAAAAAENk/yfYwKKg2fTw/s400/IMG00061-20091117-2050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582440368333730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pure mischief in church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKFEOCUMI/AAAAAAAAENc/GsqrySUfBWw/s1600/IMG00059-20091115-1351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKFEOCUMI/AAAAAAAAENc/GsqrySUfBWw/s400/IMG00059-20091115-1351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582434806517954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKE_8Z8pI/AAAAAAAAENU/EmCScIZ4nMQ/s1600/IMG00050-20091115-1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKE_8Z8pI/AAAAAAAAENU/EmCScIZ4nMQ/s400/IMG00050-20091115-1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582433658827410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfvtATWI/AAAAAAAAEMc/DwAwNjsGPWg/s1600/IMG00051-20091115-1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfvtATWI/AAAAAAAAEMc/DwAwNjsGPWg/s400/IMG00051-20091115-1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406581793644105058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carseat fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3k2r2KI/AAAAAAAAENM/oTG3_X1Kk3Y/s1600/IMG00030-20091029-1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3k2r2KI/AAAAAAAAENM/oTG3_X1Kk3Y/s400/IMG00030-20091029-1952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582203048777890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3bIBPBI/AAAAAAAAEM8/I_C9ARlQp-Y/s1600/IMG00949-20090914-1837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3bIBPBI/AAAAAAAAEM8/I_C9ARlQp-Y/s400/IMG00949-20090914-1837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582200437128210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfdKLd9I/AAAAAAAAEMM/bmDyzMYdedc/s1600/IMG00029-20091029-1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfdKLd9I/AAAAAAAAEMM/bmDyzMYdedc/s400/IMG00029-20091029-1952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406581788666197970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out to eat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3tLLf0I/AAAAAAAAENE/ZKw24_njVr8/s1600/IMG00009-20091023-1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3tLLf0I/AAAAAAAAENE/ZKw24_njVr8/s400/IMG00009-20091023-1444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582205282221890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfA1uirI/AAAAAAAAEME/2QD-JpTogBM/s1600/IMG00007-20091023-1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfA1uirI/AAAAAAAAEME/2QD-JpTogBM/s400/IMG00007-20091023-1443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406581781064223410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waking up from a nap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3LnaHVI/AAAAAAAAEM0/AYx-aZD742M/s1600/IMG00854-20090805-0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJ3LnaHVI/AAAAAAAAEM0/AYx-aZD742M/s400/IMG00854-20090805-0038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406582196273814866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our little smiler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfcRAc0I/AAAAAAAAEMU/w2IGTeLGDIg/s1600/IMG00043-20091104-2135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgJfcRAc0I/AAAAAAAAEMU/w2IGTeLGDIg/s400/IMG00043-20091104-2135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406581788426400578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Such a precious little girl!  We love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-6331133496634061826?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6331133496634061826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=6331133496634061826' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/6331133496634061826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/6331133496634061826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/cleaning-off-cell-phone-camera.html' title='Cleaning off the Cell Phone Camera'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgKF16oP-I/AAAAAAAAEN0/HT-WUO4IiCg/s72-c/IMG00884-20090814-1315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-8255288266984044526</id><published>2009-11-21T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:11:22.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgC-dJXZ2I/AAAAAAAAEL8/xAGn08UCV0M/s1600/IMG00001-20091021-1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgC-dJXZ2I/AAAAAAAAEL8/xAGn08UCV0M/s400/IMG00001-20091021-1911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406574624657336162" 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/6763891707678908568-8255288266984044526?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8255288266984044526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=8255288266984044526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/8255288266984044526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/8255288266984044526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwgC-dJXZ2I/AAAAAAAAEL8/xAGn08UCV0M/s72-c/IMG00001-20091021-1911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-1224477427284586644</id><published>2009-11-20T06:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:04:06.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins: MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwYINFEIq2I/AAAAAAAAEL0/sKW6eRKXrLM/s1600/Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwYINFEIq2I/AAAAAAAAEL0/sKW6eRKXrLM/s400/Pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406017423495703394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the big news yesterday was this: We could be facing a potentially Thanksgiving-table-crippling canned pumpkin shortage.  My mom called to tell me about it, ironically after I gave her one of my cans of pumpkin on Wednesday night because "I had an extra can".  If I had only known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to calculate in my head if I have enough canned pumpkin to last me until the shortage is over.  (FYI, I've found I'm very easily swayed by the threat of scarcity, especially when it comes to food.)  I checked my garage and counted 4 cans.  1 can will be used for this year's pies, and I'll probably need at least one can for the Christmas pies as well.  Then there's the fact that my homemade pumpkin tarts are an easy and crowd pleasing dessert that I love to whip together at a moment's notice.  Then there's the fact that I've been craving Bobby Flay's southwestern spicy pumpkin soup.  It's just not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cynical side of me thinks that maybe it's all hype.  Maybe they just want us to rush out and buy their pumpkin.  Could they be that devious?  It could be part of a winter squash conspiracy.  Am I willing to gamble on that?  Not a chance.  I'm heading to Sam's Club this morning (open early for business members) to stock up on 2 three packs of pumpkin.  And some Hazelnut Piroulines while I'm at it, because what if they run out of those as well?  You just can't be too safe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-1224477427284586644?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1224477427284586644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=1224477427284586644' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1224477427284586644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1224477427284586644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/pumpkins-mia.html' title='Pumpkins: MIA'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwYINFEIq2I/AAAAAAAAEL0/sKW6eRKXrLM/s72-c/Pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-8596516847484696761</id><published>2009-11-19T06:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:00:17.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here....</title><content type='html'>Is there an award for the Worst Blogger Ever?  Because I think I might qualify. Last time I posted, we just found out we got the Maui timeshare.  Now, we're actually getting ready to go!  I'm busy printing out my notebook with important things like directions from the airport to the resort, and from the resort to important stops like Costco and Round Table Pizza.  Most importantly, I bought a new swimsuit for the first time in years.  Which is hard to do in November. But I found a great store online called &lt;a href="http://www.sahalie.com/"&gt;Sahalie&lt;/a&gt; and they had some good swimsuits still in stock.  This is the first time I've branched out and got a swimsuit that is not black, navy blue or brown.  Yay me.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwVU7wf3voI/AAAAAAAAELs/cAfU1beCmF8/s1600/swimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwVU7wf3voI/AAAAAAAAELs/cAfU1beCmF8/s400/swimsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405820313335742082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also got the little skirt that goes with it, which I thought was way cute. Hopefully everything fits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other items of note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm loving Glee!  If you, like me, love Glee, go to Pandora and create a station based on the Glee cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John bought us the Wii Active and we've been doing their 30 day challenge.  I'm down about 8 lbs in three weeks and am feeling a little better about being in a swim suit.  Now if I just had a tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am officially a reformed night owl, and am now in bed by 10:30 (except for very unusual circumstances) and up by 6:00.  This morning I was up by 5:00, just because I couldn't sleep and my body wanted to get going.  I really think it's because I actually get a 4-5 hour block before Addie wakes up and I've found that I really need to take advantage of that time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm overwhelmed by the idea of Christmas shopping. Amazon, with Amazon Prime Free Two Day Shipping will be my best friend this year, I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I taught a class last week on holiday hors d'oeuvres and it really got me in a holiday baking mood.  Good thing Thanksgiving is around the corner and I will have lots of excuses to bake!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Feels good to blog.  I'll try and be better.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-8596516847484696761?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8596516847484696761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=8596516847484696761' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/8596516847484696761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/8596516847484696761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-here.html' title='Still here....'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SwVU7wf3voI/AAAAAAAAELs/cAfU1beCmF8/s72-c/swimsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-3584540953955238957</id><published>2009-06-17T22:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:42:12.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjnCGx1XlsI/AAAAAAAAD5M/FUPgTG4JNdk/s1600-h/maui-beaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjnCGx1XlsI/AAAAAAAAD5M/FUPgTG4JNdk/s400/maui-beaches.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348519454191359682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See &lt;a href="http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/boring.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, number 17.  We got it!!  I'm much too excited to type now. More later...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-3584540953955238957?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3584540953955238957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=3584540953955238957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/3584540953955238957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/3584540953955238957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/maui.html' title='Maui!'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjnCGx1XlsI/AAAAAAAAD5M/FUPgTG4JNdk/s72-c/maui-beaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-1465542308255425082</id><published>2009-06-13T11:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T12:43:18.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Addie and the Unfortunate Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjPn4oSwDCI/AAAAAAAAD48/Z_WfXcKQU_Q/s1600-h/unfortunate_doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjPn4oSwDCI/AAAAAAAAD48/Z_WfXcKQU_Q/s400/unfortunate_doll.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346872142693665826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's parents gave Addie a cute little doll for Christmas and Addie has developed sort of a love/hate relationship with it.  She sometimes loves to be really gentle with the doll and treats it like it's just precious.  Other times, she loves to just poke it in the eye, bite its head and generally torment it.  Last week, Addie didn't know anyone was watching her and she started playing with the doll.  At first she was so sweet with it, and she kind of petted it and was very gentle.  Then she picked the doll up under its arms, looked at it right in the eyes for about 10 seconds, then she threw her head back and headbutted it as hard as she could.  This unfortunate doll does not stand a chance against Addie, who is the queen of headbutting. Stay tuned for more Addie vs the Unfortunate Doll adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjPy-NA1L_I/AAAAAAAAD5E/cFWwVDEhIuo/s1600-h/unfortunate_doll2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjPy-NA1L_I/AAAAAAAAD5E/cFWwVDEhIuo/s400/unfortunate_doll2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346884333077868530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-1465542308255425082?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1465542308255425082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=1465542308255425082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1465542308255425082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1465542308255425082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/addie-and-unfortunate-doll.html' title='Addie and the Unfortunate Doll'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SjPn4oSwDCI/AAAAAAAAD48/Z_WfXcKQU_Q/s72-c/unfortunate_doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-3160038232547574142</id><published>2009-06-06T23:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:15:27.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Help Myself</title><content type='html'>I couldn't help it.  I know I said I wasn't planting a garden this year, since the house is for sale, but I started to think to myself "what if the house doesn't sell for 5-6 months?"  It's possible, in this market, right?  Plus, our neighbor a few house down has the most amazing garden ever, which has affected me in two ways: 1) I'm completely jealous and have severe garden envy every time I walk past his yard and 2) this neighbor has decided to start a Saturday morning neighborhood "Farmer's Market" of sorts, where all the neighbors can bring their extra produce and trade for something they may not have grown this year.  If I don't have a garden this year, what can I trade with?  See my point?  Plus, the thought of not having garden fresh vegetables this year makes me feel empty.  So I put in a simple garden: tomatoes, tomatillos, crookneck squash, zucchini, cucumbers, jalapenos, anaheims and the usual herbs (basil and parsley are new this year, and there are old perennials like rosemary, sage, thyme, chives, oregano and mint that are back).  All in all, I feel good for having a garden in my yard, even if the house does sell quickly and I find out that I just spent two days planting someone else's garden.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-3160038232547574142?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3160038232547574142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=3160038232547574142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/3160038232547574142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/3160038232547574142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/cant-help-myself.html' title='Can&apos;t Help Myself'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-2555259619428979161</id><published>2009-06-02T08:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:04:20.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SiU-L9CQ36I/AAAAAAAAD4s/5PyQLduEe_M/s1600-h/PIXAR+UP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SiU-L9CQ36I/AAAAAAAAD4s/5PyQLduEe_M/s400/PIXAR+UP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342744908028501922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't seen the latest Pixar offering "UP", do yourself a favor, drop what you're doing now and rush to the closest theater.  We saw this movie last night and loved, loved, loved it. Someone told me that the first 20 minutes would make me cry, and they were right.  Well done, Ed Catmull, well done.  The short was fantastic too, by the way.  I give "UP" 2 thumbs up, 5 stars, fresh tomatoes, whatever.  It's just good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-2555259619428979161?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2555259619428979161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=2555259619428979161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2555259619428979161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2555259619428979161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/pick-me-up.html' title='Pick Me Up'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SiU-L9CQ36I/AAAAAAAAD4s/5PyQLduEe_M/s72-c/PIXAR+UP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-1440655565786188471</id><published>2009-06-01T08:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:23:13.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>I received the ultimate insult last night. I was at my friend Lisa's house and she told me "Your blog is boring.  You never post anything." Painful, but true.  So Lisa, this post is dedicated to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really has been much too long since I posted.  What's new, you ask?  Here are 20 random things that will catch you up with my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addie just got over the worst illness!  She had a fever of 103 for about 4 days straight.  Then she developed cold sores all over her lips and got them in her mouth, on her tongue and gums.  She didn't eat hardly anything for about 3 days, and when she did eat, she would scream because food hurt her mouth.  SO sad.  However, she's much better now and is back to wreaking havoc and destroying things around the house.  Yesterday John caught her eating the carpet in our living room, just tearing up peices and trying to unravel it with her teeth.  Oh, and she has also figured out a way to open flip top water bottles, using her bottom teeth as a bottle opener. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We just put our house up for sale.  It made my heart hurt to see the sign out front because I love our house, but it's just a little too small. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because the house is up for sale, I have not planted a garden for the first time in 9 years.  I'm having some major gardening withdrawal pains and also suffer from garden envy.  If our house doesn't sell until fall, I'm going to be ticked about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a great time this weekend.  Went to the Farmer's Market downtown, bought goat cheese, goat cheese yogurt, farm fresh eggs, fresh beet greens and grass feed beef (lunch today).  Also got some great street food and tried Maestro's gelato for an after market treat.  Had a good friend over for dinner that night and grilled plank salmon, corn on the cob and new potatoes, and served them with fresh caprese salad. Almost a perfect Saturday.  Incidentally, Maestro's is AWESOME!  Try it if you haven't been there.  They have tons of gelato flavors and both sweet and savory crepes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addie has developed an evil laugh.  It's almost like a villain in a movie.  She did it for about 20 minutes straight in Maestro's on Saturday, due to their amazing echo in their restaurant.  I'm surprised we didn't get kicked out, but the owners were actually very cool and did evil laughs back at her.  We'll be going back there for sure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love "Bobby Flay's Grill It". I'm kind of obsessed with grilling these days and have gotten some great ideas from that show.  Several of the dishes featured on last week's marathon have made it to the menu this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm so excited about the new bike trailer we bought from Lisa!  She and her hubby sold us their baby bike trailer and I'm excited beyond words to start riding with Addie in tow.  She's going to love the canyon rides!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;John and some friends are planning a treasure hunting trip in a couple of weeks.  Should be so much fun! His dad is going with them and it will be a fun boy's day out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm loving golf this year.  I've been about 3 times so far and I'm getting a few kinks worked out of my game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYI, I am absolutely crazy about my husband and little girl.  They are so stinking amazing.  I'm very lucky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm excited for Charlotte to come out and visit this summer.  I want to meet Bri!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was so overwhelming happy at the American Idol results!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've replaced American Idol with "So You Think You Can Dance".  Mary is no Paula, but she'll do for now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addie's 1 year birthday is in less than three weeks!  I need to get her party planned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new weakness:  Ghiradelli's dark chocolate bar with caramel filling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're going to a "Save Rock Canyon" rally on Saturday morning.  For those who don't know, Rock Canyon is being threatened by a loser who wants to turn it into a mining operation.  This would be a huge tragedy.  To learn more, click &lt;a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/article_4ece2983-01de-54d6-b9f8-85c14c8b981a.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We put in a request to trade our timeshare week for a week in Maui in the fall.  Fingers crossed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate my allergies this year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm glad to know where I came from, why I'm here and where I'm going.  It's good news indeed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm considering adding an "overheard" feature to my blog.  I hear the most random snippets of conversations.  Watch for that!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ah, it feels good to blog.  I think I'm back on the wagon.  Happy Lisa? :)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-1440655565786188471?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1440655565786188471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=1440655565786188471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1440655565786188471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1440655565786188471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/06/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-2177488735053736645</id><published>2009-05-17T15:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:41:21.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>Today while walking Addie through the halls in church, I overheard the following conversation between about five 18 year old boys in hallway (one was talking, the others were listening very intently):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So he talked back to his dad, nothing really bad, but he talked back to him and then he turned to leave and his dad was like 'Don't turn your back on me!', and he kept walking, so his dad took a knife and threw it at his back, so he had to listen to his dad yell at him for 10 minutes with a knife in his back, before he could take it out.  But him and all the kids in his family totally respect authority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-2177488735053736645?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2177488735053736645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=2177488735053736645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2177488735053736645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2177488735053736645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-740820018284938611</id><published>2009-04-23T00:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:32:40.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Matt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SfAJ8WqPYiI/AAAAAAAAD4k/o7JGcE18GtU/s1600-h/MattGiraud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SfAJ8WqPYiI/AAAAAAAAD4k/o7JGcE18GtU/s400/MattGiraud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327769291658846754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll admit it, I was worried for Matt this week.  I'm one of his biggest fans, and still believe that when the boy plays the piano and sings, nobody can touch him (not even you Adam Lambert).  However, after his weak-sauce version of "Stayin' Alive", which sadly reminded me the entire time of a parody we did in my third grade school play of Pinocchio in the whale's belly,  I didn't have much hope that he'd still be around after tonight.  I was even prepared to stop watching the show (although let's be honest, I would still watch just to vote for whoever is competing with Adam) if Matt got kicked off.  Then, tonight, when Ryan informed us that Matt was saved again, this time not by the judges, but by you, America, I stood up and cheered!  Let's hear it for dueling pianists everywhere!  Matt, we still got your back! Make us proud buddy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-740820018284938611?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/740820018284938611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=740820018284938611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/740820018284938611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/740820018284938611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/hooray-for-matt.html' title='Hooray for Matt!'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SfAJ8WqPYiI/AAAAAAAAD4k/o7JGcE18GtU/s72-c/MattGiraud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-7937217258192945251</id><published>2009-04-20T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:10:00.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo to Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Serdgmg4v3I/AAAAAAAAD4c/Fceeeom0Gj0/s1600-h/wicked.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Serdgmg4v3I/AAAAAAAAD4c/Fceeeom0Gj0/s400/wicked.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326313061483069298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please don't let me forget that we have Wicked tickets for this weekend.  We bought them almost a year ago and I almost forgot about them. Yikes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-7937217258192945251?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7937217258192945251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=7937217258192945251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/7937217258192945251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/7937217258192945251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/memo-to-self.html' title='Memo to Self'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Serdgmg4v3I/AAAAAAAAD4c/Fceeeom0Gj0/s72-c/wicked.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-2326227266267087954</id><published>2009-04-19T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:15:00.538-06:00</updated><title type='text'>682</title><content type='html'>I decided today to clean off my SD card from my new camera, because it had been about 4 weeks.  I had 682 pictures on there.  About 4 GB worth.  And out of 682, probably 672 are of Addie.  Here are some of my favorite photos from last month:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just love how big her eyes look here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZN09oI4I/AAAAAAAAD2s/KaYEGjBGugQ/s1600-h/IMG_0280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZN09oI4I/AAAAAAAAD2s/KaYEGjBGugQ/s400/IMG_0280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308340897686402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we laughed and laughed and laughed at this one.  I have no idea what Addie's doing here!  She looks like a fake doll.  She's such a character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZOHbYkKI/AAAAAAAAD20/o6GVs7qkfJg/s1600-h/IMG_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZOHbYkKI/AAAAAAAAD20/o6GVs7qkfJg/s400/IMG_0446.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308345854333090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making eyes at Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZOQHjTdI/AAAAAAAAD28/bb9w4Ich8ik/s1600-h/IMG_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZOQHjTdI/AAAAAAAAD28/bb9w4Ich8ik/s400/IMG_0455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308348187069906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just love this candid shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZObYrGDI/AAAAAAAAD3E/V6_NR1_nh48/s1600-h/IMG_0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZObYrGDI/AAAAAAAAD3E/V6_NR1_nh48/s400/IMG_0491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308351211673650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is so her.  She's a total prankster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZOsnE4-I/AAAAAAAAD3M/6pwlJXVfdAw/s1600-h/IMG_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZOsnE4-I/AAAAAAAAD3M/6pwlJXVfdAw/s400/IMG_0495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308355835487202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZcXYGkKI/AAAAAAAAD3U/BiKJo-GoRdQ/s1600-h/IMG_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZcXYGkKI/AAAAAAAAD3U/BiKJo-GoRdQ/s400/IMG_0528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308590653706402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting into trouble....and getting caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZccanWUI/AAAAAAAAD3c/0Zdb5YrEyf4/s1600-h/IMG_0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZccanWUI/AAAAAAAAD3c/0Zdb5YrEyf4/s400/IMG_0742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308592006420802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy to be standing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZcmKV_rI/AAAAAAAAD3k/Zl3xf3uY-yg/s1600-h/IMG_0783.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZcmKV_rI/AAAAAAAAD3k/Zl3xf3uY-yg/s400/IMG_0783.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308594622529202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Addie is a little thrill seeker.  She loves to be thrown in the air, and give John a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZcugCPLI/AAAAAAAAD3s/umLuV_wsCO4/s1600-h/IMG_0826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZcugCPLI/AAAAAAAAD3s/umLuV_wsCO4/s400/IMG_0826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308596860992690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love. this. one.  I just adore her cute little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZc6FSKBI/AAAAAAAAD30/ba7oE9v0oKc/s1600-h/IMG_0862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZc6FSKBI/AAAAAAAAD30/ba7oE9v0oKc/s400/IMG_0862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308599970015250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bath time fun.  We call this the "old man face" and she's been making it a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoL7EBnI/AAAAAAAAD38/oWoJhFqWg70/s1600-h/IMG_0936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 328px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoL7EBnI/AAAAAAAAD38/oWoJhFqWg70/s400/IMG_0936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308793737545330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trying to snag some shower water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoBuRmFI/AAAAAAAAD4E/ctMbqiASN7c/s1600-h/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoBuRmFI/AAAAAAAAD4E/ctMbqiASN7c/s400/IMG_0943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308790999554130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice and clean and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoVtQLAI/AAAAAAAAD4M/oASmxWVpClY/s1600-h/IMG_0965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoVtQLAI/AAAAAAAAD4M/oASmxWVpClY/s400/IMG_0965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308796363975682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here's photo I shot of our "spring" snow storm this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoQtST2I/AAAAAAAAD4U/zIJ_cwBn-do/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZoQtST2I/AAAAAAAAD4U/zIJ_cwBn-do/s400/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326308795021938530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love the new camera.  More photos coming soon, I'm sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-2326227266267087954?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2326227266267087954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=2326227266267087954' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2326227266267087954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/2326227266267087954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/682.html' title='682'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SerZN09oI4I/AAAAAAAAD2s/KaYEGjBGugQ/s72-c/IMG_0280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-1673336297716843593</id><published>2009-04-16T09:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:56:57.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge's Save</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SedPRRXRSSI/AAAAAAAAD2k/dxBZxa5gdLs/s1600-h/matt-giraud-01-2009-03-05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SedPRRXRSSI/AAAAAAAAD2k/dxBZxa5gdLs/s400/matt-giraud-01-2009-03-05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325312242526275874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh thank heaven for the Judge's Save!! I knew I was going to like that rule.  Matt lives to sing one more week...at least.  Hopefully Matt is practicing some killer disco moves and Adam Lambert will suffer a stress fracture in his hip this week, rendering him unable to do his bum-swiveling moves next week.  We'll see.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-1673336297716843593?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1673336297716843593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=1673336297716843593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1673336297716843593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1673336297716843593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/judges-save.html' title='Judge&apos;s Save'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SedPRRXRSSI/AAAAAAAAD2k/dxBZxa5gdLs/s72-c/matt-giraud-01-2009-03-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-4422244914370182850</id><published>2009-04-13T08:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:54:00.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Punk'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SeNIJv9VP6I/AAAAAAAAD2M/6digcIJYhCE/s1600-h/ashton-kutcher-431x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SeNIJv9VP6I/AAAAAAAAD2M/6digcIJYhCE/s400/ashton-kutcher-431x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324178516811792290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promise, this blog is not turning into place to report nothing but the crazy dreams I have, but I just had to share one more.  Over the weekend, I dreamed that I was at the mall eating lunch at the food court.  Out of nowhere, Ashton Kutcher walks up and sits down to join me.  We chat for a few minutes and then he says "I apologize in advance for this."  I say "For what?"  Then Ashton head-butts me, but HARD.  As I'm reeling from the force of the blow, Ashton steals my laptop and runs away.  End of dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other events, we had a fantastic, but low-key Easter.  We made a small dinner of caprese salad (with tons of fresh basil from my aerogarden) and lemon chicken.  We also visited some friends from Mexico and shared in an Easter tamale feast.  They had a huge party complete with "Coscaron", or confetti eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SeNKCeHaHiI/AAAAAAAAD2U/l9JCTszST_4/s1600-h/easter_eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SeNKCeHaHiI/AAAAAAAAD2U/l9JCTszST_4/s400/easter_eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324180590786387490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had been saving egg shells since February, and had filled them with confetti and hand painted them.  Everyone ran around the yard chasing each other and smashing eggs on each other's head.  At the end of the day, everyone looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SeNKZKWQlQI/AAAAAAAAD2c/p6spY5o8iVg/s1600-h/easter_eggs_hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SeNKZKWQlQI/AAAAAAAAD2c/p6spY5o8iVg/s400/easter_eggs_hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324180980616959234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So fun.  We were shaking confetti out of our hair all afternoon, but it was worth it. Hope everyone had a joyful Easter weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-4422244914370182850?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4422244914370182850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=4422244914370182850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/4422244914370182850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/4422244914370182850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/punkd.html' title='Punk&apos;d'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SeNIJv9VP6I/AAAAAAAAD2M/6digcIJYhCE/s72-c/ashton-kutcher-431x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-4748277089951537666</id><published>2009-04-06T21:46:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:13:54.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconscious  Paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdrNeS2IJ7I/AAAAAAAAD2E/9kHvRXxB-IA/s1600-h/paranoid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdrNeS2IJ7I/AAAAAAAAD2E/9kHvRXxB-IA/s400/paranoid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321791830030297010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't consider myself to be a paranoid person.  I consider John to be paranoid (or preparanoid, as we like to say in our family), but I'm generally a trusting person.  That's not entirely true, but I do tend to think that while people may screw you over in the business world without a second thought, I don't fear for my safety around most people.  Until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two nights, I have had the most random dreams about scary people.  I'm open to any interpretations if anyone is so inclined.  Let's start with Saturday night's dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm driving in my SUV.  John and Addie are not with me.  For some reason, I have borrowed a random piece of sheet metal, or siding from someone, and even though it's worthless, I feel compelled to return it.  I go to this guy's house (didn't recognize him in my dream) and return it.  He thanks me.  On the way back to my car, I look down at the ground and see my wallet, my bag, and 4 other things that I left in the car just laying in the middle of the road.  I take as much as I can carry back to the car and go back for the rest.  As I'm heading back towards the pile of stuff, I notice two men approaching me (didn't recognize them either). They offer to help me carry my stuff back to my car.  At first I think to myself "How nice and helpful of them".  As they get closer, I get this panicked thought: "These are the guys that stole the stuff from the car! This was a setup!"  They close in, and I know they are going to grab me/attack me.  I panic and scare myself awake so abruptly that I sit up in bed in a cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So the next night (last night) I fall asleep again and have this dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm working as a bodyguard.  OK, don't laugh.  It could happen.  I'm working with a team of people to protect this very important lady (didn't recognize her).  There are some very unique flowers in a vase on this lady's desk.  We're standing around doing bodyguard type stuff when the secret service rushes in the room. "Who delivered those flowers?" they shout?  None of us saw.  They point out to us that there is a plastic bag floating in the bottom of the vase and they just ran some test on the air around us, and someone delivered some flowers that were tainted with a chemical that evaporates into the air and renders people unable to fight or run, but only on the second exposure.  They tell us to be very careful because this chemical works in two parts, the first part is unnoticeable, but once you have the second dose, you are completely incapacitated.  They tell us to be very careful for anything that could contain the second dose.  Then they leave.  They don't assign a different team, they just tell us to watch out.  Weird, right? So we are all just sitting around waiting for the second dose to hit us.  We all knew it was going to, we just didn't know how or when.  We started saying goodbye to each other and apologizing in advance to each other and to the lady we were guarding, for not being about to protect each other.  And then we just waited.  Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have no idea what to make of either of these dreams.  I'm really don't think I'm paranoid, but maybe I'm subconsciously paranoid.  And such a thing I never imagined.  Anyone else ever have crazy dreams like this?  Is it just me?  Is it?  It's just me, isn't it?  I knew it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-4748277089951537666?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4748277089951537666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=4748277089951537666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/4748277089951537666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/4748277089951537666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/subconscious-paranoia.html' title='Subconscious  Paranoia'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdrNeS2IJ7I/AAAAAAAAD2E/9kHvRXxB-IA/s72-c/paranoid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-689728495479510222</id><published>2009-04-04T17:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:20:18.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdfrIiddfaI/AAAAAAAAD18/2Uh-4XEOkEI/s1600-h/IMG_0643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdfrIiddfaI/AAAAAAAAD18/2Uh-4XEOkEI/s400/IMG_0643.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320980016683384226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdfrIf3NrCI/AAAAAAAAD10/qvNYNvMHjj0/s1600-h/IMG_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdfrIf3NrCI/AAAAAAAAD10/qvNYNvMHjj0/s400/IMG_0639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320980015986093090" 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/6763891707678908568-689728495479510222?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/689728495479510222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=689728495479510222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/689728495479510222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/689728495479510222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/watching-conference.html' title='Watching Conference'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdfrIiddfaI/AAAAAAAAD18/2Uh-4XEOkEI/s72-c/IMG_0643.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-5626513843472559787</id><published>2009-03-29T01:02:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:13:34.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it really been this long since I posted last?</title><content type='html'>Has it really been this long since I posted last? Apparently it has.  December 3rd?  Really? I know I'm busy, but come on, nobody is that busy.  I'd like to issue an open apology to my poor blog and any readers I have left.  I will be better, I promise. I know, I know, you've heard that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest big news is the acquisition of a sweet camera.  I saved up for a few months and got the &lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;Canon Digital Rebel XSi 12.2 MP Digital SLR Camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Sc8fTsGAHAI/AAAAAAAADzw/Iy70c66gaJ0/s1600-h/CANON-DIGITAL-REBEL-X-R56566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Sc8fTsGAHAI/AAAAAAAADzw/Iy70c66gaJ0/s400/CANON-DIGITAL-REBEL-X-R56566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318504108062153730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;It does more things than I'll ever be able to keep track of, and it takes really sweet pictures.  Here's a fun closeup that I shot of Addie last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Sc8gpCrzRwI/AAAAAAAADz4/k2Z8KgQNBsY/s1600-h/Addie_smirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Sc8gpCrzRwI/AAAAAAAADz4/k2Z8KgQNBsY/s400/Addie_smirk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318505574415156994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other happenings as of late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We watched the movie Australia tonight.  Not at all what I was expecting.  Hugh is kind of a showboat with his chiseled abs and tight, tight shirts. Nonetheless, it was kind of a good show.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really enjoying Apricot Blossoms popcorn these days, especially the coconut flavor.  Yum, yum Em! If anyone is looking for a delicious gift for yourself or a loved one, please contact &lt;a href="http://happydramasticdays.blogspot.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents celebrated their 52nd wedding anniversary a couple of weeks ago! Way to go mom and pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of anniversaries, March 31st will the the 9 year anniversary of my first date with John.  We must do something fun that night.  Nate, the cute buddy who set us up on a blind date 9 years ago just got engaged!!  We're so happy for him.  It's the circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the new Facebook. With a passion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love my new Blackberry Bold.  With a passion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We just found out tonight that one of our neighbors from our last neighborhood, who is I think 97 or 98, has a wish to go to IKEA before she dies.  I think I'm going to call her this week and take her.  How fun will that be?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm loving American Idol this season and hope that Matt wins.  I'm still slightly creeped out by Adam's Ring of Fire.  I adore Simon.  It's pretty obvious when Paula gets botox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Addie turned 9 months last week!  She is a crawling maniac and has a very mischievous side to her cute little personality.  We are in for a fun time with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to work out.  Really.  It's just next to impossible to get to the gym these days.  Yoga videos and the treadmill are going to be my new best friends, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like I haven't seen some of my good friends in ages and I miss them.  Lisa, Kristina, Mary, Stephanie, Jana, Daisy, etc., Facebook is fun but I need some Face TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss golfing and hope it warms up enough to go soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am trying to not say negative things and not complain, because I have nothing to complain about.  If anyone hears me complain, please stop me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ah, that felt good to be back on the wagon.  More coming soon....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-5626513843472559787?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5626513843472559787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=5626513843472559787' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/5626513843472559787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/5626513843472559787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/has-it-really-been-this-long-since-i.html' title='Has it really been this long since I posted last?'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/Sc8fTsGAHAI/AAAAAAAADzw/Iy70c66gaJ0/s72-c/CANON-DIGITAL-REBEL-X-R56566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-1465233457949483581</id><published>2009-04-03T18:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:07:18.551-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mini Mission Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdW5EI1ohcI/AAAAAAAAD1M/0BvZwF4j6qo/s1600-h/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdW5EI1ohcI/AAAAAAAAD1M/0BvZwF4j6qo/s400/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320362015551161794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I got to have dinner with two amazing sisters from my mission.  We hadn't seen each other in years, and it was so much fun to catch up.  Marla and Karen, you rock!  It was my Alma 17:2 night.  I love your examples, what good moms you are, all the good things you're doing in your lives and that even though years have passed, that we can pick up right where we left off, and all the years that have passed don't matter at all.  Let's just not wait this long until we hang out again, deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a shot with everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdW66hQe-SI/AAAAAAAAD1U/X1nQsrGAO_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdW66hQe-SI/AAAAAAAAD1U/X1nQsrGAO_Q/s400/IMG_0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320364049330796834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-1465233457949483581?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1465233457949483581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=1465233457949483581' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1465233457949483581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/1465233457949483581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/mini-mission-reunion.html' title='A Mini Mission Reunion'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdW5EI1ohcI/AAAAAAAAD1M/0BvZwF4j6qo/s72-c/IMG_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-3916640904812497568</id><published>2009-04-02T12:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:05:38.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Saved Matt!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdWG5Ov5NrI/AAAAAAAAD0s/r6Pmw68RU3I/s1600-h/saving_matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdWG5Ov5NrI/AAAAAAAAD0s/r6Pmw68RU3I/s400/saving_matt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320306852577752754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did it!  We saved Matt!  We were so upset that he was in the bottom 3 last week that we made it a personal mission to save him this week.  And it worked!  Of the 36 million votes cast in this week's AI contest, I believe 1.2 million of them came from our family room.  I especially loved that almost everyone had two phones dialing simultaneously for at least an hour.  Matt, we got your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another topic, has anyone noticed the similarities between Adam Lambert and Elvis in his later years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdWK4SGwjhI/AAAAAAAAD08/m6_oC1LyYqk/s1600-h/adam-elvis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdWK4SGwjhI/AAAAAAAAD08/m6_oC1LyYqk/s400/adam-elvis2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320311234345602578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the right person definitely went home last night.  Megan finally flew the coop and not a moment too soon. You would think I would support the girl from my home state, but I just couldn't. Caw caw!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-3916640904812497568?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3916640904812497568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=3916640904812497568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/3916640904812497568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/3916640904812497568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-saved-matt.html' title='We Saved Matt!!'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdWG5Ov5NrI/AAAAAAAAD0s/r6Pmw68RU3I/s72-c/saving_matt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6763891707678908568.post-7620444930443340276</id><published>2009-03-30T23:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:30:41.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh John...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdGn1nCBCNI/AAAAAAAAD0M/V_DosERW3vQ/s1600-h/bananas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdGn1nCBCNI/AAAAAAAAD0M/V_DosERW3vQ/s400/bananas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319217174353610962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day at the grocery store, I went to buy bananas and they were all bright, bright green (pictured above).  I figured they'd ripen up soon enough and just bought a bunch.  That evening, John walks in my office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John:  Hey, guess what? The Incredible Hulk called.  He wants his bananas back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Really? What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John:  Well, he was hard to understand, but he sounded angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love John.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6763891707678908568-7620444930443340276?l=chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7620444930443340276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6763891707678908568&amp;postID=7620444930443340276' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/7620444930443340276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6763891707678908568/posts/default/7620444930443340276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chocolatecoveredlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-john.html' title='Oh John...'/><author><name>Babs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17645809519176471035</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05971125383896450073'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZhMnLy9pNU/SdGn1nCBCNI/AAAAAAAAD0M/V_DosERW3vQ/s72-c/bananas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>