<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047</id><updated>2011-10-31T15:41:12.620-07:00</updated><category term='my first time'/><category term='I think I&apos;ll always have random thoughts throughout my journal entries'/><title type='text'>My Life on the Line</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6516575201960911474</id><published>2011-01-04T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:25:18.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERDUE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/TSN8CrSGLmI/AAAAAAAAASI/s305dbJD7cQ/s1600/%252817%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/TSN8CrSGLmI/AAAAAAAAASI/s305dbJD7cQ/s320/%252817%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my family. &amp;nbsp;Let me re-introduce you...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I have been married to my wonderful husband for fourteen years now and sometimes those years seem to have gone by right before my eyes and some days it seems like it's been FOREVER! &amp;nbsp;Have we all been there? &amp;nbsp;We have three handsome boys-13,9,3 and one beautifully stunning girl, 7. &amp;nbsp;Together we are trying to teach and raise a righteous family who know, and put into action, the most important things in life: &amp;nbsp;God, family and showing love to all. &amp;nbsp;Well, the list is longer than that but you get the idea. &amp;nbsp;Lately it's been a struggle to share my abundance of love and patience toward my children. &amp;nbsp;I don't know what's happened, if it's the Christmas Break that I love so much (I know some moms LOVE to have the time to sleep in and laze the days away but for me it's never sitting down and trying to make time for everyone and keeping the house clean and cooking meals that everyone enjoys, not possible.) &amp;nbsp;or if the kids are going through another "testing" period. &amp;nbsp;All of them combined can be a little too much for me to handle. &amp;nbsp;I love and adore my children, don't get me wrong, it's just truly the hardest job because you don't know if what you're doing is the right thing or if you're setting them up with bad habits and manners. &amp;nbsp;They don't come with a manual of instruction and so I rely on a lot of praying and observation of other mothers who seem to have a clue. &amp;nbsp;My time with them is so precious and so I want to make the most out of their childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;My friends are a very important part of my life. &amp;nbsp;They bring stability and help to ground me when it seems I'm destined to float up to the clouds! &amp;nbsp;They are all great examples to me of how to keep a strong family and grow closer to one another. &amp;nbsp;They are there if I need to talk it out or to give me suggestions. &amp;nbsp;Thank you girls!&lt;br /&gt;I love my family, each and every member of it and I know you are helping me to strengthen all my muscles, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. &amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for you and all your hugs and loves continually even if I'm having a rough day. &amp;nbsp;I am joining the ranks of mothers everywhere who say "I am doing the most important job in the world and that is raising strong, healthy, loving souls so they can go out and do good in the world today and everyday!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6516575201960911474?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6516575201960911474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6516575201960911474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6516575201960911474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6516575201960911474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2011/01/overdue.html' title='OVERDUE!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/TSN8CrSGLmI/AAAAAAAAASI/s305dbJD7cQ/s72-c/%252817%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-2841760473566863294</id><published>2009-06-11T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:13:27.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Happy 2nd Birthday for Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fbb5db2e2476e0ef" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbb5db2e2476e0ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329907509%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60A076BC08454E2638473E522EAE6E51551E69A6.69D64F8315DB12E3B085A8BEA83D9FAEF9420E6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbb5db2e2476e0ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHV20HaI1nUdZ3CgMcxx23nYze4Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfbb5db2e2476e0ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329907509%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D60A076BC08454E2638473E522EAE6E51551E69A6.69D64F8315DB12E3B085A8BEA83D9FAEF9420E6F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfbb5db2e2476e0ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHV20HaI1nUdZ3CgMcxx23nYze4Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So here we are singing happy birthday to Ryan with Zingers in hand (those are cheap cupcake things) and a little while later we hear him singing CLEARLY to himself "Happy Brr....." &lt;br /&gt;I am so thrilled to bring to you this little presentation of our SUPER STAR for the day...  And if you know anything about him you know this is HUGE!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-2841760473566863294?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fbb5db2e2476e0ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2841760473566863294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=2841760473566863294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2841760473566863294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2841760473566863294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-happy-2nd-birthday-for-ryan.html' title='A Happy Happy 2nd Birthday for Ryan'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-5454344220770186777</id><published>2009-04-17T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:58:00.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Cakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkiyXwW3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/S85w90NHRLU/s1600-h/zoo+trip+and+jordan%27s+party+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325757845653707634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkiyXwW3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/S85w90NHRLU/s320/zoo+trip+and+jordan%27s+party+025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nephew Jordan's 3rd birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Thomas the Tank Engine~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fondant cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkivN2hwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5qIg2DFsDdw/s1600-h/zoo,+Aubry%27s+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325757844806862594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkivN2hwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/5qIg2DFsDdw/s320/zoo,+Aubry%27s+birthday+003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Niece Aubry's 1st birthday ~Flower~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkiS0OlsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ggt0CJQoPwA/s1600-h/misc+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325757837183194818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkiS0OlsI/AAAAAAAAAPg/ggt0CJQoPwA/s320/misc+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carrie's first baby shower cake (it matched the nursery). Fondant cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkiJ4QpGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ypJXnUkG110/s1600-h/misc+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325757834784187490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkiJ4QpGI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ypJXnUkG110/s320/misc+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rhett's 12th birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Pokemon Ball~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/Sejkh-8zm-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4aRO2cnuR98/s1600-h/Rhett%27s+birthday+12+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325757831850466274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/Sejkh-8zm-I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4aRO2cnuR98/s320/Rhett%27s+birthday+12+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/Seje8Va5I6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/VPYjehI8CQg/s1600-h/zoo,+Aubry%27s+birthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If anyone is in need (or want) of a cake for any occassion, call me! I make traditional frosted cakes and fondant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-5454344220770186777?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5454344220770186777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=5454344220770186777' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/5454344220770186777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/5454344220770186777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2009/04/party-cakes.html' title='Party Cakes'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SejkiyXwW3I/AAAAAAAAAPw/S85w90NHRLU/s72-c/zoo+trip+and+jordan%27s+party+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6207836581348600896</id><published>2009-01-28T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:29:51.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they're all getting along</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-18e54ea0b9f43f83" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18e54ea0b9f43f83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329907509%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A0B4E5186FCD49F3D6223ED26B1F0D5166AFD1F.2B0F15DC102B596E42B39A4500A496B3F3FDDD59%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18e54ea0b9f43f83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6SUKjiHDVQqyHrTX51BcBHf0WpE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18e54ea0b9f43f83%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329907509%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A0B4E5186FCD49F3D6223ED26B1F0D5166AFD1F.2B0F15DC102B596E42B39A4500A496B3F3FDDD59%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18e54ea0b9f43f83%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6SUKjiHDVQqyHrTX51BcBHf0WpE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids were taking turns stuffing their little bodies into this storage bin and pretending it's a bed, etc.  Ashten is my star in this film!  He cracks me up at the end; always trying to be right in the camera's face, making strange noises and faces too.  I am so thankful our kids can play together and make so many fun memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6207836581348600896?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=18e54ea0b9f43f83&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6207836581348600896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6207836581348600896' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6207836581348600896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6207836581348600896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-theyre-all-getting-along.html' title='And they&apos;re all getting along'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-928381846765600578</id><published>2009-01-13T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:44:16.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elbow room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SWzuSV_CuuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TkuO4VoZv70/s1600-h/snow+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290865661160110818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SWzuSV_CuuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TkuO4VoZv70/s320/snow+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Candid is always a good way to catch people!  Hey look they have twinner jackets!  You guys are so cute together.  Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SWzs7u9qTDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/sojhbCFA9ZE/s1600-h/snow+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290864173216582706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SWzs7u9qTDI/AAAAAAAAAN8/sojhbCFA9ZE/s320/snow+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kids had a great time playing in the snow every day, all day. They would come in to get warm and dry, eat, pee and go play! We all stopped for a photo shoot. Hurry, look this way everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy cracks me up in this picture. He's the one waving in the front. So sweet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-928381846765600578?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/928381846765600578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=928381846765600578' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/928381846765600578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/928381846765600578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2009/01/elbow-room.html' title='Elbow room'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SWzuSV_CuuI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TkuO4VoZv70/s72-c/snow+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8730456202488892048</id><published>2008-12-21T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:34:57.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday, Chaney!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SU8v_CXoInI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CAspxrPwIJI/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pictures+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282493647943115378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SU8v_CXoInI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CAspxrPwIJI/s320/lisa%27s+pictures+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We celebrated Chaney's birthday over a few days!  She has been talking about her 5th birthday since the day &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; she turned 4.  We started the day by taking her older brothers to school and then Ryan, Chaney and I went to the doughnut shop for a dozen.  She chose the chocolate with sprinkles.  Then it was off to shop for some dressy birthday shoes which we &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; found some that fit and were decent looking in the third store!  Cute black patent leather that she hasn't had the opportunity to wear yet.  I would like to save them for nice occasions such as church.  She did enjoy trying on all the wacky shoes out there, though.   &lt;br /&gt;Ryan must have been pooped by then cause once we got out to the parking lot he started having a seizure.  I'm thinking, okay, on her birthday!  Stay calm, don't get irritated by Chaney's many questions as to why her brother looks the way he does while I focus on what to do.  Long story short- use emergency kit I keep with me, doesn't work, 911, ambulance, vomiting, lasting way too long and needing a shot to stop it, hospital, Lisa breaks down crying in front of her daughter, Chaney freaking out but keeping it contained pretty well, nurses find out it's her birthday and track down a cat that meows,  did the trick for her, me, still a slight wreck (I'm by myself folks), grandma arrives to pick up Miss Chaney, Ryan sleeping and recovering nicely, Jason arrives hours later, we go home a couple hours after that.  Flu or something similar to follow for the next 3 or 4 days. &lt;br /&gt;He is doing well now.&lt;br /&gt;After a rocky late morning/afternoon (at least for me) Chaney and I made cupcakes with cherry frosting and had a nice evening together with our family.  Celeste and Taylor made it home from Thailand that afternoon, just in time to sing and eat cake.  Chaney had a great day nonetheless and I was very relieved of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SU8v-7j_96I/AAAAAAAAANs/oT9rhvWsCpA/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pictures+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282493646115960738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SU8v-7j_96I/AAAAAAAAANs/oT9rhvWsCpA/s320/lisa%27s+pictures+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SU8v-f9lXaI/AAAAAAAAANk/PkqA8UwuUQI/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pictures+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282493638707076514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SU8v-f9lXaI/AAAAAAAAANk/PkqA8UwuUQI/s320/lisa%27s+pictures+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8730456202488892048?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8730456202488892048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8730456202488892048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8730456202488892048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8730456202488892048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-5th-birthday-chaney.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday, Chaney!!!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SU8v_CXoInI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CAspxrPwIJI/s72-c/lisa%27s+pictures+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-4223140097225347470</id><published>2008-12-15T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:30:52.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the Boyz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SUdKAAjI6vI/AAAAAAAAANc/dRZ4J4kEvfg/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280270452123036402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SUdKAAjI6vI/AAAAAAAAANc/dRZ4J4kEvfg/s320/lisa%27s+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SUdJ_wcU6hI/AAAAAAAAANU/8yE8GP4U58Y/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280270447799495186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SUdJ_wcU6hI/AAAAAAAAANU/8yE8GP4U58Y/s320/lisa%27s+pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SUdJ_ZiCVcI/AAAAAAAAANM/DkRbISI5wQk/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pictures+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280270441649427906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SUdJ_ZiCVcI/AAAAAAAAANM/DkRbISI5wQk/s320/lisa%27s+pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chaney had the opportunity to spend a week with her Great Aunt Gina and cousins for a whole week!  She had such a wonderful time.  THANK YOU SO MUCH, Gina, for the much needed R &amp;amp; R. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The boys had an evening of wrestling with dad.  Good times!  Ryan thought it was hilarious and cool to climb all over Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-4223140097225347470?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4223140097225347470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=4223140097225347470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4223140097225347470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4223140097225347470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-boyz.html' title='Just the Boyz'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SUdKAAjI6vI/AAAAAAAAANc/dRZ4J4kEvfg/s72-c/lisa%27s+pictures+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-964824806347299473</id><published>2008-11-30T21:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:14:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetch, Addy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe27952cd3e6f874" 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.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe27952cd3e6f874%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329907510%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3985E5049EAA6ED0C5D3DD48EB357DB489AE5026.69FD5BFA155E385FE024CAB983E6152E102E2F45%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe27952cd3e6f874%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwkajkOtJuHycb7tZzKzzK1tyQ9I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe27952cd3e6f874%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329907510%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3985E5049EAA6ED0C5D3DD48EB357DB489AE5026.69FD5BFA155E385FE024CAB983E6152E102E2F45%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe27952cd3e6f874%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwkajkOtJuHycb7tZzKzzK1tyQ9I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Celeste (Jason's sister) and her husband Taylor are away for 6 weeks in Thailand and while they are away we have the pleasure of watching their sweet dog, Addy. &lt;br /&gt;Celeste, this video is for you.  Don't even think for a minute that we didn't exercise your dog.  Just look at the energy expended here while she runs to retrieve the ball!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-964824806347299473?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fe27952cd3e6f874&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/964824806347299473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=964824806347299473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/964824806347299473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/964824806347299473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/fetch-addy.html' title='Fetch, Addy!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6628992614618467290</id><published>2008-11-20T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T15:33:37.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my accomplishments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Things in bold are what I have done.  Ashamed?  I think NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Started a blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4. V&lt;b&gt;isited Hawaii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;18. &lt;b&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;20. &lt;b&gt;Slept on an overnight train&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;21. &lt;b&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;22. &lt;b&gt;Hitch hiked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;23. &lt;b&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;24. &lt;b&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;26. &lt;b&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;30. &lt;b&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;31. &lt;b&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;32. &lt;b&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;39. &lt;b&gt;Gone rock climbing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;41. &lt;b&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;45. &lt;b&gt;Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;46. &lt;b&gt;Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;51. &lt;b&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;52. &lt;b&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;53. &lt;b&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;54. &lt;b&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;55. &lt;b&gt;Been in a movie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;61. &lt;b&gt;Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;62.&lt;b&gt; Gone whale watching&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;63. &lt;b&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;67. &lt;b&gt;Bounced a check&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;69. &lt;b&gt;Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;70. &lt;b&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;71. &lt;b&gt;Eaten Caviar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;74. &lt;b&gt;Toured the Everglades&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;77. &lt;b&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;82. &lt;b&gt;Bought a brand new car&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;84. &lt;b&gt;Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;86. &lt;b&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;88. &lt;b&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;89. &lt;b&gt;Saved someone’s life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;91. &lt;b&gt;Met someone famous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;92. &lt;b&gt;Joined a book club&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;93. &lt;b&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;94. &lt;b&gt;Had a baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;98. &lt;b&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;99. &lt;b&gt;Been stung by a bee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;101. &lt;b&gt;Learned to play an instrument&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Try this out. It's actually really fun to see what you've done. It also makes you think about what you want to do--so just copy and paste, then bold the things on the list you have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6628992614618467290?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6628992614618467290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6628992614618467290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6628992614618467290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6628992614618467290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-of-my-accomplishments.html' title='Some of my accomplishments'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-7361327980344447747</id><published>2008-11-13T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:21:19.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inclement weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRzPSP8LpHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PzQPahItX_E/s1600-h/everything+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268313576540185714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRzPSP8LpHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PzQPahItX_E/s320/everything+089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Due to the crappy weather we are having I thought it appropriate to get them all rain hats.  They work great and keep your hair looking as fresh as the moment you left the house!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;You too can own this adorable head gear available at your nearest Dollar store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-7361327980344447747?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7361327980344447747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=7361327980344447747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/7361327980344447747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/7361327980344447747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/inclement-weather.html' title='Inclement weather'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRzPSP8LpHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PzQPahItX_E/s72-c/everything+089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6278887808052343383</id><published>2008-11-05T15:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:08:53.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encore, Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz1jlBH_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/lp-fESRfBUE/s1600-h/everything+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327909526118386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz1jlBH_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/lp-fESRfBUE/s320/everything+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Monica (my sister-in-law) and Chaney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz1FJV7zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VCLVX2xpOwc/s1600-h/everything+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327901356977970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz1FJV7zI/AAAAAAAAAKA/VCLVX2xpOwc/s320/everything+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grandma Cindi and Ryan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz050X6UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NLZsTrSezdY/s1600-h/everything+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327898316237122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz050X6UI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NLZsTrSezdY/s320/everything+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Grandpa Wendell, the pyro and the "helper"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz0Bj6cBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dGtXuTiuwi4/s1600-h/everything+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327883214811154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz0Bj6cBI/AAAAAAAAAJw/dGtXuTiuwi4/s320/everything+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My nephew Josh as the Mad Hatter, sooo cute.  Monica made the hat and bow tie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIzziq2c_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/r77-LSNMmY0/s1600-h/everything+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265327874922410994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIzziq2c_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/r77-LSNMmY0/s320/everything+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's Monica with two of her three boys, Josh and Jake as a leprechaun.  Ethan, her other boy (3 yrs. old) was a ninja turtle but he didn't have his costume on.  He was adorable and looking for a fight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6278887808052343383?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6278887808052343383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6278887808052343383' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6278887808052343383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6278887808052343383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/encore-halloween.html' title='Encore, Halloween'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SRIz1jlBH_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/lp-fESRfBUE/s72-c/everything+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-473332392711184720</id><published>2008-11-01T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:19:39.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0m1RP3MDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ToXUy34SqRs/s1600-h/everything+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263906236070834226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0m1RP3MDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ToXUy34SqRs/s320/everything+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, here we are.  Happy Halloween and all that jazz.  We had a good day, started Trick or Treating at 3pm with grandma Cindi and Julie and her kids at a strip mall close by.  It was super crowded but there were so many fun costumes to admire!  My favorite; a grown woman dressed in pj's and a pacifier stuck in her mouth!  I think she must have been posessed by some evil spirit to be dressed up like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lOmwko-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TR-bGu8nU-E/s1600-h/everything+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263904472318649314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lOmwko-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/TR-bGu8nU-E/s320/everything+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhett was a ghost for 3 or 4 years running now.  He makes a cute one!  Ashten was Dracula, blood and all!  Chaney made the most beautiful Snow White I've ever seen.  She REALLY enjoyed the make up session!!!  She kept adding more as the evening wore on.  And, of course, our little Ryan man was Tigger.  We ended the night in our neighborhood tromping from door to door.  I could seriously feel my hips getting wider as I collected candy for the wee little one (but we all know it all goes to mommy).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lOYMuj8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZP5tWxUS-Zg/s1600-h/everything+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263904468410208194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lOYMuj8I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZP5tWxUS-Zg/s320/everything+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;   I love those Take 5 candy bars.  They should be banned from the premises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lN--901I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8K42TaeNkog/s1600-h/everything+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263904461641601874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lN--901I/AAAAAAAAAJI/8K42TaeNkog/s320/everything+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lNTRd34I/AAAAAAAAAJA/PNH31CfOaxU/s1600-h/everything+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263904449908039554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lNTRd34I/AAAAAAAAAJA/PNH31CfOaxU/s320/everything+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;And our pumpkins we (I) carved, Rhett being the exception.  I love carving them so no sweat!  Yay, let the holiday season begin!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lMz2VRdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7el2WM2CYLQ/s1600-h/everything+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263904441472730578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0lMz2VRdI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7el2WM2CYLQ/s320/everything+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-473332392711184720?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/473332392711184720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=473332392711184720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/473332392711184720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/473332392711184720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0m1RP3MDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ToXUy34SqRs/s72-c/everything+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8467089585254381356</id><published>2008-11-01T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:52:12.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd wedding cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0VEAzSaAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1ZkqEh1rf8E/s1600-h/everything+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263886698144753666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0VEAzSaAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1ZkqEh1rf8E/s320/everything+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many updates to do, such a slow computer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my 2nd wedding cake done last friday, the 21st.  It turned out well but, boy, do I have a lot to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta give a shout out to mama cause she baked and filled 'em.  It was a team effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8467089585254381356?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8467089585254381356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8467089585254381356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8467089585254381356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8467089585254381356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-wedding-cake.html' title='2nd wedding cake'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0VEAzSaAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1ZkqEh1rf8E/s72-c/everything+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8200319416009172835</id><published>2008-11-01T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:46:29.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0TGGcgDyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0f0Mu_RKHOE/s1600-h/everything+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884534996274978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0TGGcgDyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0f0Mu_RKHOE/s320/everything+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I took the kids down south to Bauman Farms near Woodburn at the beginning of October. My dad lives close by so he decided to tag along. We all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I did lose Ashten for about 5 minutes but no worries, he just went over to the zip line &lt;em&gt;without asking!&lt;/em&gt; Kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0TF91rjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6iah00t6_ZU/s1600-h/everything+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263884532685966930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0TF91rjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/6iah00t6_ZU/s320/everything+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8200319416009172835?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8200319416009172835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8200319416009172835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8200319416009172835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8200319416009172835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-took-kids-down-south-to-bauman-farms.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0TGGcgDyI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0f0Mu_RKHOE/s72-c/everything+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-5752150152097202624</id><published>2008-11-01T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T19:34:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch date</title><content type='html'>We met dad at work for lunch about a month ago.  Here's the pic!  We had to wait about 20 minutes for him so we rolled in the grass.  Lots of fun.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0RO42yZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/stOvgX2l0sA/s1600-h/everything+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263882486943999922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0RO42yZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/stOvgX2l0sA/s320/everything+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-5752150152097202624?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5752150152097202624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=5752150152097202624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/5752150152097202624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/5752150152097202624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/11/lunch-date.html' title='Lunch date'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SQ0RO42yZ7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/stOvgX2l0sA/s72-c/everything+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-3160759405241956958</id><published>2008-08-14T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:24:51.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first wedding cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SKUC8iqFOKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gdus3EknI1w/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234593381006784674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SKUC8iqFOKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gdus3EknI1w/s320/lisa%27s+pics+419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SKUC8zXesLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2OVYJDnqcng/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234593385492164786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SKUC8zXesLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2OVYJDnqcng/s320/lisa%27s+pics+418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SKUC9fS93pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0h9abN4x9yo/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234593397284396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SKUC9fS93pI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0h9abN4x9yo/s320/lisa%27s+pics+415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This, as I mentioned in the title, is my first wedding cake ever!  Second time working with fondant.  I had the best time making this thing.  Well, I should say I only did the fondant work.  Jason's mom baked and filled the monstrous layers.  This thing probably weighed about 25 lbs. when it was all done.  To get an idea of how big this thing is the bottom layer is a 14 inch square.  It was a lot of work but I'm really looking forward to my next opportunity coming this October! &lt;br /&gt;I could get used to this kind of work.  I can only get better, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-3160759405241956958?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3160759405241956958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=3160759405241956958' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/3160759405241956958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/3160759405241956958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-wedding-cake.html' title='My first wedding cake'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SKUC8iqFOKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Gdus3EknI1w/s72-c/lisa%27s+pics+419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-4767992138503204239</id><published>2008-07-01T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:51:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SGsHA9gXaEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NUHisrLoxyE/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218272306330560578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SGsHA9gXaEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NUHisrLoxyE/s320/lisa%27s+pics+392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SGsGL16pjgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/raq1LvBr_Qo/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218271393760251394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SGsGL16pjgI/AAAAAAAAAGw/raq1LvBr_Qo/s320/lisa%27s+pics+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SGsFRtJ0odI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LNxAjaHpmc4/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218270394975560146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SGsFRtJ0odI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LNxAjaHpmc4/s320/lisa%27s+pics+405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason and I had the privilege to go to San Francisco over the weekend, leaving our baby Ryan for the first time! We had a great time exploring Fisherman's Wharf and Pier 39, Lombard Street, China Town and Little Italy.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Friday night and went straight to the hotel, got up in the morning and had breakfast in the restaurant at the hotel. Then went on our walking exploration of SF till the evening when we got all foofed up for the Exploratorium. It was an event put on by Jason's work. They did a great job putting it all together and the food was great and desserts even better! The next day (Sunday) it was time to leave but not before going exploring again and getting lost for about an hour. We ended up at the Cheesecake Factory for breakfast. So good! Wish the weekend lasted longer. Loved it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-4767992138503204239?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4767992138503204239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=4767992138503204239' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4767992138503204239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4767992138503204239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/07/san-francisco.html' title='San Francisco'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SGsHA9gXaEI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NUHisrLoxyE/s72-c/lisa%27s+pics+392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6979544018404510528</id><published>2008-06-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:20:46.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEmpxqmU6MI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XdH1J2vlSz4/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208881114744416450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEmpxqmU6MI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XdH1J2vlSz4/s320/lisa%27s+pics+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEmoD2oLxtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/s7EvgLc2-PI/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208879228187821778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEmoD2oLxtI/AAAAAAAAAGA/s7EvgLc2-PI/s320/lisa%27s+pics+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is my beautiful mother. I don't have many pictures of her because she hates her picture being taken. She actually smiled for this one, and dare I say posed? She went out with me and my kids to Red Robin for Rhett's 11th birthday in April. Sorry, you know I'm behind! We had a great time together and I always love spending time with my mom. Nothin' like it in the world! She retired last year from the VA hospital and loves her new found freedom and I'm enjoying having her around more. Watch out mom, we're coming to your pool a lot this summer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6979544018404510528?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6979544018404510528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6979544018404510528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6979544018404510528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6979544018404510528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEmpxqmU6MI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XdH1J2vlSz4/s72-c/lisa%27s+pics+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8782755351499409207</id><published>2008-06-05T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:24:14.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I do what I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEi6hSJ1dXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Obv6RgZuwxs/s1600-h/lisa%27s+pics+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208618050025518450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEi6hSJ1dXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Obv6RgZuwxs/s320/lisa%27s+pics+267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What a beautiful family I have. Each a great blessing and they are my life. I would do anything for them and love them with all my heart! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had to share, now if only I could have been in there instead of being the photographer. It would have made for a great Christmas card, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8782755351499409207?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8782755351499409207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8782755351499409207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8782755351499409207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8782755351499409207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-do-what-i-do.html' title='Why I do what I do'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/SEi6hSJ1dXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Obv6RgZuwxs/s72-c/lisa%27s+pics+267.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-559680236478311035</id><published>2008-05-14T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:48:12.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Okay, my blogs weren't showing up because for some odd reason it seems that the text was white. I'm changing the colors and it's suddenly appearing! Oh, what a relief. All that hard work. It's still there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-559680236478311035?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/559680236478311035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=559680236478311035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/559680236478311035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/559680236478311035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-mind.html' title='Never mind'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6808559028209104840</id><published>2008-05-14T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:35:51.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I changed my template today and it deleted almost my entire blog. The pictures remain but all my writing is GONE! I am a bit irritated right now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6808559028209104840?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6808559028209104840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6808559028209104840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6808559028209104840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6808559028209104840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-lost-everything.html' title='I lost everything!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6885707809340419102</id><published>2008-05-14T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:32:26.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back to it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, after a long time of not blogging I don't even know where to start.  I guess I should finish up the last blog entry since you are probably wondering how Ryan is doing. &lt;br /&gt;After the first seizure back who knows when, which was a Monday, we left town that weekend to head up to see Travis (Jason's brother), Joann (wifey-poo) and their 3 adorable kids.  All seemed well.  Got back Sunday night.  Tuesday in the wee hours of the morning Ryan wakes up to eat (around 2-ish), normal, I feed him and notice he feels hot.  I take his temperature and it's 102.4.  This fever came out of no where and he never had symptoms of any kind of sickness.  I know seizures can be induced by a fever so I grab the Tylenol hoping to stave it off.  Back to bed he goes after a full tummy.  I laid half awake for a little bit feeling anxious about his fever and heard Ryan whimpering/complaining so I got up and found him having a seizure.  Not a sight a mother should see.  I rolled him on his side and ran to grab the phone, immediately calling 911.  While on the phone with them (for 10 minutes) I talked quietly to Ryan and rubbed his back.  He was able to hold on to my fingers with his left side so I knew he was aware I was there.  With a full tummy he threw up everything over the course of about 10 minutes.  Everyone in the house was still asleep at this point.  The paramedics announced their arrival as they entered our home waking up Jason, his mom and dad.  They were in shock and a bit panicked as to what was going on.  I was told to move Ryan to the front room so they had space to care for him, still in a seizure.  His color was good but they needed to stop the seizure with a shot of something.  I didn't know what it was.  I walked him outside to the gurney after they checked him over.  They strapped me in and I held Ryan on my lap.  Once we were on our way he started to slow.  By then it had been about 25 minutes or more that his little body was jerking uncontrollably so he was completely worn out and sleepy.  His eyes would hardly open and his body was limp.  I went alone, able to keep control of my emotions, with Jason about 45 minutes behind us.  Getting to the hospital Ryan was more aware but exhausted still, right side limp.  They hooked up the necessary equipment to him including an IV for anti-seizure medicine and fluids.  He finally fell asleep and they ended up admitting him for the day for observation and to get an EEG which helps figure out where and why this is happening.  He now has a Neurologist added to his ever growing medical team.  He was very irritable during his stay because of the type of medicine he was given which didn't get completely out of his system for a few days.  That was a bucket load of fun right there my friends.  He is now on anti-convulsion medicine three times a day which doesn't seem to have any side effects so far.  He is our happy boy again and we are loving him up!  His body recovered fully.  The after effect of a seizure on him is called Todd's Paralysis and can last up to 48 hours.  He is now clapping and army crawling everywhere, eating everything in his path!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6885707809340419102?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6885707809340419102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6885707809340419102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6885707809340419102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6885707809340419102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-back-to-it.html' title='Getting back to it!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6247282869482072848</id><published>2008-03-25T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:36:37.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9-1-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yesterday started out very productive, trying to settle into our new establishment and find a place for all our junk! I laid Ryan down for his nap around 10am and was putting around and getting ready for the day. A little after noon time I heard him wake up and cry but my hair was wet from the shower and I wanted to blow dry it before getting him up and he usually likes the sound of the hairdryer so I took a few more minutes to do that. When I went in to get him I grabbed his arms to help him sit up and I noticed he wasn't making any effort to sit so I just picked him up and put him on my hip. He was kind of like a limp noodle and continued to cry so I didn't really think anything of it just yet, I thought he was just super hungry and throwing a fit so we went in the kitchen to get some barley cereal going for him. I was paying more attention to him now and how his body was moving. I noticed his whole right side was barely moving, panic set in and I rushed to find his Neurosurgeon's number. A minute later I was dialing the number and I let it ring a couple times and then (ding) I'm thinking what the heck are you doing, Lisa, call 911, he needs help immediately! I don't know what's happened to him and if it's something that's time-sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never before have I had to call 911. It took 3 or 4 rings and I'm thinking, why the crap are you not answering after ONE ring! I did stay calm and was able to explain what I had observed so far. I gave all the information they asked for and a few minutes later I hear the blare of sirens. A little embarrassed that they were coming for us, I opened the door and paced till a fire engine and ambulance got there (Ryan in my arms, who was happy by this point but body still not working). I had about 6 emergency prepared men plus Ashten and Chaney (trying to comfort him and understand what was happening to their little buddy) in the front room asking questions and one who worked with Ryan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They were ready to transport him to the hospital so I called my friend a couple blocks over and she was there to pick up the kids, it seemed like, as soon as I hung up the phone! Julie, you are wonderful, thanks so much! They strapped me in to the gurney and I put Ryan in my lap. We were off to Legacy Emanuel (no lights or sirens, he was stable). It was quite a peaceful ride, actually, Ryan was very calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once there they got a CT scan ordered to make sure the shunt was functioning properly and cross that off as a possible reason for his condition. He was slowly improving by this time. That test turned out fine. Well, to sum up the rest of the visit, they narrowed it down to a seizure. Now, I know nothing of them but I will soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are back at home and Ryan is back to his happy, all functioning self! We are waiting to get in to see a Neurologist now and find out what is happening in that adorable little head of his. We are holding our breath that it doesn't happen again. I really can't believe that happened yesterday. Who'da thunk. He is well and has proved many doctors wrong in his abilities and strength. Neiner, neiner! What a blessing he is and I thank Heavenly Father for him daily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6247282869482072848?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6247282869482072848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6247282869482072848' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6247282869482072848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6247282869482072848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/03/9-1-1.html' title='9-1-1'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-2810080604954150864</id><published>2008-03-17T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:37:30.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting study</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UCLA STUDY - WOMEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A study conducted by UCLA's Department of Psychiatry has revealed that the kind of face a woman finds attractive on a man can differ depending on where she is in her menstrual cycle. For example: If she is ovulating, she is attracted to men with rugged and masculine features. However, if she is menstruating, or menopausal, she tends to be more attracted to a man with duct tape over his mouth and a spear lodged in his chest while he is on fire. No further studies are expected.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-2810080604954150864?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2810080604954150864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=2810080604954150864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2810080604954150864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2810080604954150864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/03/interesting-study.html' title='Interesting study'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6124420765095165782</id><published>2008-03-09T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:29:38.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 16!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R9X71zcTYSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GFUqvAr0agU/s1600-h/IMG_0573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176320248492810530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R9X71zcTYSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GFUqvAr0agU/s320/IMG_0573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R9X30TcTYRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a-_B5UYslBk/s1600-h/IMG_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176315824676495634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R9X30TcTYRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a-_B5UYslBk/s320/IMG_0580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R9XGQDcTYQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MKmGTldB84E/s1600-h/IMG_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176261325836476674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R9XGQDcTYQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MKmGTldB84E/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;I am in love with making cakes. I look forward to making my children's birthday cakes every year and when the kids ask if they can help it's really the only time when I tell them to "back off." They pick out whatever theme they wish and I put it all together for them. They are always thrilled with the results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Well, I knew my niece's 16th birthday was coming up and I was hoping I'd get the chance to make her something special. I have wanted to try my hand at fondant for a while now and have a friend who has made it so I called her up and got the recipe, watched a little video or two on YouTube about it and got ideas and off I went. Here are the results of my niece's sweetest birthday cake yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Heather, you looked so adorable! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003333;"&gt;Also, I did make the flowers and everything else on it with fondant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6124420765095165782?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6124420765095165782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6124420765095165782' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6124420765095165782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6124420765095165782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-16.html' title='Sweet 16!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R9X71zcTYSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/GFUqvAr0agU/s72-c/IMG_0573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-4000433475061646711</id><published>2008-03-05T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:38:51.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R87805G8T1I/AAAAAAAAADo/bzqsvG39g40/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174351007508614994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R87805G8T1I/AAAAAAAAADo/bzqsvG39g40/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R878H5G8TyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FGnRG1fkti4/s1600-h/IMG_0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174350234414501666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R878H5G8TyI/AAAAAAAAADQ/FGnRG1fkti4/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R878IZG8TzI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhWn_WfytZc/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174350243004436274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R878IZG8TzI/AAAAAAAAADY/AhWn_WfytZc/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R878JpG8T0I/AAAAAAAAADg/butDb8grRyU/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174350264479272770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R878JpG8T0I/AAAAAAAAADg/butDb8grRyU/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;If you've been wondering why the heck I haven't posted anything new it's because I was on vacation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I went to Florida with my sister and Ryan for the week. I left last Sunday and returned Monday morning. We took the red eye flight on the way there. Ryan slept the whole way! I tried to but every time he kicked me (he was laying in the seat between us) I opened my eyes to make sure he wasn't going to fall off the seat, which was about every 15 minutes, or so it seemed. We arrived Florida time 6am and headed straight to the Waffle House. My sister had never tried their food. They have fab waffles and hashbrowns by the way. Then drove to my dad's condo and tried to sleep a couple hours before getting groceries at Wal Mart. That would be the first of many trips there during the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;The real reason we went to Florida is to visit our grandma! We enjoyed her company so much. It was a low key trip and very enjoyable! We took her to get a hair cut and a manicure. We went out to lunch at Shells and spent a lot of time at her home just chatting and listening to stories of her childhood. What a wonderful grandma I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-4000433475061646711?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4000433475061646711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=4000433475061646711' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4000433475061646711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4000433475061646711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R87805G8T1I/AAAAAAAAADo/bzqsvG39g40/s72-c/IMG_0464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8530490212896840077</id><published>2008-02-17T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:42:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Does anyone remember the 1986 movie Rad? Yes, that's the title- Rad! It was about BMX dudes that ROCKED! I thought of that movie this morning (who knows why?) and asked Jason if he knew what I was talking about. He didn't but that didn't stop me from breaking into song. "Send me an angel..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder how cool I would think it was now? I know one thing for sure, the music still gets me going! I love 80's music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8530490212896840077?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8530490212896840077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8530490212896840077' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8530490212896840077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8530490212896840077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/02/rad.html' title='RAD!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6598548840984209724</id><published>2008-02-14T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:42:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R7fTfh_sSnI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vv_yyQ7NPlA/s1600-h/IMG_0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167831636085852786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R7fTfh_sSnI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vv_yyQ7NPlA/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Very normal, low key day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chaney had a 10:30 doctor's appointment to flush out all the ear wax build-up (sorry to gross you out) and back home to watch my cute nephew. Made an easy dinner of chicken nuggets, salad and broccoli. Watched Snow Buddies with our kids and then off to bed for them then tried to relax while having to put Chaney back in bed a dozen times. Life is good...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jason sent me a bunch of tulips yesterday. They are gorgeous and they remind me that spring isn't too far away now. THANK GOODNESS!!! I made it through another winter here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm gonna write some more but it's late and sleep is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6598548840984209724?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6598548840984209724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6598548840984209724' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6598548840984209724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6598548840984209724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R7fTfh_sSnI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vv_yyQ7NPlA/s72-c/IMG_0434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-5123118537401729062</id><published>2008-02-07T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:43:35.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a laugh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I subscribe to Reader's Digest and love the jokes in it. Well, I came across this one last night and just had to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The pharmacist arrives at work to find a frightened-looking man leaning against the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"What's wrong with him?" the pharmacist asks his clerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"He wanted cough medicine, but I couldn't find any, so I gave him a laxative."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Laxatives won't cure a cough," yells the owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Sure they will. Look at him. He's afraid to cough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-5123118537401729062?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5123118537401729062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=5123118537401729062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/5123118537401729062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/5123118537401729062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/02/need-laugh.html' title='Need a laugh?'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-176059006281981405</id><published>2008-02-02T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:44:23.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acrylic Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S8sPXf73I/AAAAAAAAACo/2TEuVYsqURU/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162458541098790770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S8sPXf73I/AAAAAAAAACo/2TEuVYsqURU/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S8tPXf74I/AAAAAAAAACw/nXbXFmj4mg4/s1600-h/IMG_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162458558278659970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S8tPXf74I/AAAAAAAAACw/nXbXFmj4mg4/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every first Friday of the month my mother (in-law) watches my two littlest children in the morning so I can have some free time. Well, she watches my sis-in-law's boy too. Monica (sis) and I have wanted to try out her art set I bought her for Christmas like two years ago! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We headed out yesterday around 8:30am straight for Michaels to pick up some canvases. They didn't open till 9 so I had time to return something to Target. Then to Michaels, we grabbed some brushes and very blank canvases and took a moment to glance in some art books for "inspiration." We got back to Moni's house and set up shop in her front room. I googled a few things to really cement what the heck I was going to do with that very white and empty canvas. We painted in silence for a while then I suggested maybe we should be listening to Mozart or something. We settled on 94.7 NRK. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-176059006281981405?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/176059006281981405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=176059006281981405' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/176059006281981405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/176059006281981405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/02/acrylic-painting.html' title='Acrylic Painting'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S8sPXf73I/AAAAAAAAACo/2TEuVYsqURU/s72-c/IMG_0427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8425785011600712039</id><published>2008-01-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:45:02.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Eyes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S9aPXf75I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gg_kgkzZqlo/s1600-h/IMG_0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162459331372773266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S9aPXf75I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gg_kgkzZqlo/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;About a month ago I realized Rhett's eyes were needing some attention. Things that I could see crystal clear, Rhett had to walk close to see. Never had he brought that to my attention. I guess he thought it was normal not to be able to see things far away. (Feeling like a bad mom moment)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I got him an appointment a couple weeks ago and sure enough, he needed them pretty bad. It's for the stuff far away. I believe he's near-sighted? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His glasses came in yesterday and he was stoked to go pick them up after school. All the way home he was comparing signs with and without the glasses. What a difference! I asked him if he could read what was on a billboard (glasses on) and was able to read without difficulty. I said, take off your glasses and see if you can read it. He took them off and couldn't even see ANYTHING! Seriously, the letters didn't even exist once his glasses were off. Vanished! Oh, the miracle of spectacles and even eyes themselves! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so thankful for my good vision and hope it stays with me for a long time! : )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll snap a picture of him so you can see how adorable he looks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8425785011600712039?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8425785011600712039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8425785011600712039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8425785011600712039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8425785011600712039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/four-eyes.html' title='Four Eyes!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R6S9aPXf75I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gg_kgkzZqlo/s72-c/IMG_0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-6466134181812909326</id><published>2008-01-28T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:45:37.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giraffe, it's what's for dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R566gvXf72I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gxg2yAGtSjg/s1600-h/IMG_0426.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160767294646775650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R566gvXf72I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gxg2yAGtSjg/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rhett loves his baby brother so much. He's always making him smile and laugh. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a tremendous gift our children are to us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-6466134181812909326?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6466134181812909326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=6466134181812909326' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6466134181812909326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/6466134181812909326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/giraffe-its-whats-for-dinner.html' title='Giraffe, it&apos;s what&apos;s for dinner'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R566gvXf72I/AAAAAAAAACg/Gxg2yAGtSjg/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-7251003178826069581</id><published>2008-01-28T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:47:38.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed time stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R565WPXf71I/AAAAAAAAACY/qVwGIdo6vWc/s1600-h/IMG_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160766014746521426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R565WPXf71I/AAAAAAAAACY/qVwGIdo6vWc/s320/IMG_0417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How wonderful is it that dad takes the time to read to our children.&lt;br /&gt;See how their little minds are absorbing it all! Especially ninja boy in the corner. And, yes, he did wear that to bed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-7251003178826069581?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7251003178826069581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=7251003178826069581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/7251003178826069581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/7251003178826069581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/bed-time-stories.html' title='Bed time stories'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R565WPXf71I/AAAAAAAAACY/qVwGIdo6vWc/s72-c/IMG_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-4370898627886485078</id><published>2008-01-24T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:49:57.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration needed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5jY0fXf70I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eiGn55xTWVM/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159111769437761346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5jY0fXf70I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eiGn55xTWVM/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;This is my bed. It's my favorite piece I own, so far. This picture does &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; do it justice! And Jason was still in bed so I had little to work with here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5jXcPXf7zI/AAAAAAAAACI/pydt7uhSTJU/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159110253314305842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5jXcPXf7zI/AAAAAAAAACI/pydt7uhSTJU/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;I look to all of you ladies to inspire me on what to write about. That said, since I can't list my friends on my page (there's something wrong with it) I always start on Merilee's page since I know her URL and she has all the links to all of my gorgeous and inspiring friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;Well, I found out I LOVE Anthropologie(thanks Merilee)! Can I just tell you, if I had time to devote to decorating and money to buy something (more than a gumball) I would go there for inspiration. I'm always on the lookout for things that inspire me. My favorite color is kelly green but I'm in love with things worn and look like they've been around for ages. Something that tells a story. You can just imagine how it was used and maybe passed around the family. I love the odd! Common objects realized into something more! Finding a new use, even for decorative purposes. What inspires you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-4370898627886485078?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4370898627886485078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=4370898627886485078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4370898627886485078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4370898627886485078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-my-bed.html' title='Inspiration needed...'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5jY0fXf70I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eiGn55xTWVM/s72-c/IMG_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8797932761172656349</id><published>2008-01-21T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:50:35.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma in Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5UCImRQXJI/AAAAAAAAACA/AA2gGwpfBdw/s1600-h/100_7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158031294957902994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5UCImRQXJI/AAAAAAAAACA/AA2gGwpfBdw/s320/100_7201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to share my grandma with everyone. She's 92 and still going strong. I love you so much grandma!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8797932761172656349?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8797932761172656349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8797932761172656349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8797932761172656349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8797932761172656349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/grandma-in-florida.html' title='Grandma in Florida'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R5UCImRQXJI/AAAAAAAAACA/AA2gGwpfBdw/s72-c/100_7201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-3368324295330626800</id><published>2008-01-21T12:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:51:21.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment, Please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been almost a week since my last post. It's not because I haven't wanted to or just couldn't think of something to write about. No, it's because I can't find enough time in the day to devote to a paragraph on the computer. I enjoy being busy but sometimes it really gets to me that I can't do some things when I want to. I'm too busy being chef and waiter, human laundr-O-mat, dish washer extrordinaire, bum wiper (ewww!), mother cow to my baby, cleaner of foreign matter off any surface, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need a brownie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to comment on the amazing yellow round thing that rose in the sky today, I believe it's called the....sun, yes, the sun! It really helps with the energy and motivation around here. I kinda feel like I can conquer anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gotta go to Costco today. Diapers and garbage bags, ohhhh ahhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another brownie, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-3368324295330626800?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3368324295330626800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=3368324295330626800' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/3368324295330626800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/3368324295330626800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/moment-please.html' title='A moment, Please!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-4451335531037074125</id><published>2008-01-15T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:52:16.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the guinea pig salon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R42Xk2RQXHI/AAAAAAAAABw/-h2kXS2aGuA/s1600-h/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155943807708060786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R42Xk2RQXHI/AAAAAAAAABw/-h2kXS2aGuA/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R42W82RQXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/4F-h8FeRjO4/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155943120513293394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R42W82RQXFI/AAAAAAAAABg/4F-h8FeRjO4/s320/IMG_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chaney helped me with the guineas today (we have 2 but only one in the pictures). We cleaned out the cage and gave them baths, blow dried till fluffy and clipped their nails. Their names are Starmie and Cool Guy. I also have to add that they are both female! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It was so funny, when I told Chaney we were going to cut their nails she thought I said "paint" their nails. She says, "okay, I'll go pick out the color!" It was histerical. Total GIRL I tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155943339556625506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R42XJmRQXGI/AAAAAAAAABo/dmFTuktGm5k/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess she likes to look crazy in all her pictures. A little freaky there darlin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-4451335531037074125?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4451335531037074125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=4451335531037074125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4451335531037074125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4451335531037074125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-to-guinea-pig-salon.html' title='welcome to the guinea pig salon'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R42Xk2RQXHI/AAAAAAAAABw/-h2kXS2aGuA/s72-c/IMG_0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-2362247736882814447</id><published>2008-01-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:52:59.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dusting of snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4zkkWRQXEI/AAAAAAAAABY/Pm-uDqzeAII/s1600-h/DSC05585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155746986536754242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4zkkWRQXEI/AAAAAAAAABY/Pm-uDqzeAII/s320/DSC05585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, Ashten went to bed last night with a sore throat and still this morning he was in pain so obviously he isn't going to school today. Well, Rhett got wind of that and said, and I quote (with attitude), "If Ashten's not going to school then I'm not either, so DEAL!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Flames shot from my eyes and I was hoping they would burn some sense into him. It didn't work so the next best thing, sitting on the toilet for a time out. He was ushered in there quicker than lightning, by me. When his time was up he refused to come out because he said he's not going to school. I told him I was starting the car and suggested that maybe he should brush his teeth, for other peoples sake, ya know? That's when I noticed it had lightly snowed. Well, when it lightly snows around here things shut down real quick like. I went online and saw Beaverton was 2 hours late. He'd been in the bathroom for roughly 40 minutes up to that point (his choice). He did not know about the delay so I let him sit in there and enjoy the quiet time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I tell you, the things that come out of a childs mouth sometimes. Makes you wanna karate chop them! I opted to give him some reflection time with the toilet bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good morning to you too... :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-2362247736882814447?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2362247736882814447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=2362247736882814447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2362247736882814447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2362247736882814447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/dusting-of-snow.html' title='A dusting of snow'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4zkkWRQXEI/AAAAAAAAABY/Pm-uDqzeAII/s72-c/DSC05585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-1352695458069658971</id><published>2008-01-14T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:53:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50's list</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I read on Darilyn's blog the list of 50 things and was inspired by her to do the same. This is a list of things I some day would like to do and I think all of them are within reach.&lt;br /&gt;It's a work in progress but here's what I have so far:&lt;br /&gt;1 surf regularly&lt;br /&gt;2 visit Ukraine and find family members&lt;br /&gt;3 start my genealogy&lt;br /&gt;4 paint furniture&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2 marathon&lt;br /&gt;6 fix up an old home (1920's?)&lt;br /&gt;7 own my own home! (if we were going in order, this would be #1)&lt;br /&gt;8 decorate my OWN home (I think every room may have a completely different style!)&lt;br /&gt;9 learn about landscaping and gardening&lt;br /&gt;10 own a Wagoneer or Land Rover&lt;br /&gt;11 take my kids skiing, well, and Jason too&lt;br /&gt;12 road trips! I would love to see Mt. Rushmore&lt;br /&gt;13 make scrapbooks for all my kids&lt;br /&gt;14 learn how to sew more than just a straight line&lt;br /&gt;15 plan a trip to see my cousins in Indiana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's not a list of 50, YET! I wouldn't have thought it would be this hard to come up with things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-1352695458069658971?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1352695458069658971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=1352695458069658971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/1352695458069658971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/1352695458069658971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-read-on-darilyns-blog-list-of-50.html' title='50&apos;s list'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-4745191600786047706</id><published>2008-01-14T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:31:44.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I'm just catching up on some light reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4xFJmRQXDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bsCLs_EQgR4/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155571704626437170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4xFJmRQXDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bsCLs_EQgR4/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-4745191600786047706?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4745191600786047706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=4745191600786047706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4745191600786047706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/4745191600786047706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-im-just-catching-up-on-some-light.html' title='Oh, I&apos;m just catching up on some light reading'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4xFJmRQXDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bsCLs_EQgR4/s72-c/IMG_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-1642152181829296122</id><published>2008-01-12T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:55:41.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my precious treasures list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4nGzGRQXCI/AAAAAAAAABI/XKPUdn49rtA/s1600-h/Ryan+in+hospital+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154869829660859426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4nGzGRQXCI/AAAAAAAAABI/XKPUdn49rtA/s320/Ryan+in+hospital+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4nGbWRQXBI/AAAAAAAAABA/wdHUBGSniXk/s1600-h/Ryan+Jones+Poulsen+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154869421638966290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4nGbWRQXBI/AAAAAAAAABA/wdHUBGSniXk/s320/Ryan+Jones+Poulsen+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was thinking the other night about what I could write about in my next posting. My mind is often drawn to my husband and kids as it was that evening. So, then I thought it would be a good idea to ponder and write down all that I am thankful for in 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was a very painful year (probably the hardest of my life, so far) but it also brought the greatest joys I could ever imagine experiencing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In late 2006 we decided it was time for another child to join our family. We just felt incomplete when we were all together and we even found ourselves looking around making sure we had them all but still seemed to come up short. Someone was definitely missing and so we were pregnant almost immediately. A few months later we had our ultrasound early to confirm the due date and were told to expect another boy! We were very excited (they're easier, or so I think), but we didn't really have too much of a preference. We were wrapping up the ultrasound when the technician detected a problem with the formation of the skull. Things went downhill very quickly from that moment on. A doctor came in and explained what it was our son had (an encephalocele and hydrocephalus) and said he pretty much doesn't have much of a chance of surviving and if he did he could be a complete vegetable. Then 10 minutes later they were sticking a long needle in my stomach to extract a sample of the amniotic fluid to test for other complications. I was a wreck, shaking, sweating, crying, trying to be brave. Jason was strong for me. The doctor that came in ended up being the one I stuck with through the pregnancy and delivery. A few members of our family didn't care for her because of her "business-like attitude" but she just told it like she saw it and didn't sugar coat, which Jason and I liked. In the beginning she told us if it was her baby she'd terminate the pregnancy but we knew that wasn't the path to take. We had to tell her a few more times that we had no interest in ending this sooner than what nature would allow. She never said he had NO chance but the odds were not in his favor and because almost every baby diagnosed with this problem ends up being terminated they didn't have much in the way of research on the surviving babies to go off of. We had to hope! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That day (December 27, 2006) was the beginning of the roller coaster ride I will never forget. That day was also the day I named him Ryan. Jason and I struggled through the unknown months of wondering and having frequent ultrasounds to measure the baby and keep close tabs on his ever growing head. It was a little bigger than normal because of excess fluid on the brain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It became very hard for Jason and I to talk to family and friends and withdrew from everyone we loved. I cried so much in those months leading up to his birth. My emotions were all over the board and so were Jason's but we stayed so close to each other through it all. When the time drew closer we sat just our older boys down (Chaney was too little to understand) and explained that Ryan would need surgery when he was born and showed pictures of what the shunt looked like that would be placed in his head to drain the extra fluid that would always be there. And also to have the encephalocele removed. Our oldest son knew there was a chance of losing his baby brother and I know it wore on him too. He has a very gentle heart and caring spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The time came to plan the date for my C-section. I was terrified! I had never had surgery and didn't know what I was in for but I knew it gave Ryan the best chance so I immediately agreed. I had known this since the ultrasound too so that added to the anxiety I had. The date was set for June 11, 2007 at 8a.m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We planned a family vacation a month before his due date because we just didn't know when we would have the opportunity again, not knowing the state of Ryan's outcome. So, we took off for a week in sunny Florida to visit family, friends and Mickey Mouse! What a wonderful time and good to get away from everything for a little bit, even though my tummy was gigantic. In the parks I rented a motorized scooter to get around (oh yes, I have no shame in it). What a life saver and even the kids got on it from time to time when they got tired. They got kicked off a few times but we'd go around the corner and they jumped back on. We are such rebels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The time came, too quickly but not soon enough, and we set our alarm clocks for 4a.m. to be at the hospital at 6a.m. for surgery prep the morning of June 11. I got the I.V. and walked myself in to the operating room with a nurse at my side. Jason wasn't able to come in till they were all set up. I had been shaking since I got to the hospital and up until my doctor came in to the O.R. and laid her hand on my arm. At that very second a calm came over my body and I was able to relax. It was almost a warming feeling. The shaking was gone. Jason joined me and took a seat, unknowingly, next to the container of body fluid they sucked from me while in the process of my surgery. He moved very quickly once he realized what it was. He's super squeamish. I found it very amusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ryan was born soon after they began (within about 15-20 minutes) and immediately I heard the most beautiful noise ever! His cry! They lifted him up so we could get a quick glimpse of him then they whisked him away to the recovery room where they could quickly assess him. Within a few minutes, maybe even less, they called in that he was sucking on a pacifier! Breathing and sucking were major obstacles that our doctor didn't think he would be able to do. He scored not one but TWO 9's on the A.P.G.A.R. test. That's rare in a baby that has no complications. I cried and laughed as they sewed me up. Jason was thrilled too and beamed like sunshine. We were able to go in (I was wheeled, of course) to the room where he lay with cords of all kinds on him. He was so beautiful. I was able to hold him for a few minutes and a nurse took many pictures. Jason and I were then sent back to a recovery room for an hour to take my vitals every so often. We just couldn't believe it. He was here and doing things we only dreamed about! His birth was just the beginning of many miracles to come.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-1642152181829296122?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1642152181829296122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=1642152181829296122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/1642152181829296122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/1642152181829296122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-precious-treasures-list.html' title='my precious treasures list'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4nGzGRQXCI/AAAAAAAAABI/XKPUdn49rtA/s72-c/Ryan+in+hospital+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-1463256899637696950</id><published>2008-01-09T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:56:22.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4W_rmRQXAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XQiivcrSr8w/s1600-h/IMG_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153736104323603458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4W_rmRQXAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XQiivcrSr8w/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4W_IGRQW_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/nky8rA5Bmc4/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153735494438247410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4W_IGRQW_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/nky8rA5Bmc4/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's Wednesday! The craziest thing about today......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jason works nights and worked Tuesday night but didn't go to bed when he got home this morning...or in the afternoon...or the evening either! You know what he's doing right now?...off to work again. I have never met someone who can do that. It's completely nutty! He has spent all day rewriting his resume and applying for job openings; which by the way, he has found some great jobs today! Cross the fingers that someone will give him a chance. He is so talented and amazing and only if someone would open that door for him and give him an interview- they would be asking him to start immediately! It's frustrating that he is working so hard yet not many give him the time of day. He just keeps at it. His work ethic is out of this world. He is teaching our children a lot just from the example he sets and I am so proud of him! Love you honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As for me I got up feeling the affects from last nights charades. I wasn't quite ready for our sweet daughters energy. I got the boys off to school and did a few chores then laid back down for an hour (since Jason was awake!). I felt so much better after that. Then spent a lot of time with Chaney while Ryan took a GREAT nap. Then it was off to take care of Juanita again (the elderly lady I mentioned in my blog a couple days ago). Homework, chores, neighbor kids, made dinner, cleaned dental office, grocery shopped, and put away groceries all within a three hour period. My back is tight!&lt;br /&gt;Is this depressing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I'm telling you, I need some sunshine around here. This "staying indoors because it's wet and mucky out" thing really stinks! It was really dark today from all the cloud cover. And my legs are getting pasty. It's like I live in Oregon or something. Wow, I miss Florida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, and Ashten lost another tooth last night. He put that one immediately under his pillow and what do you know, the tooth fairy came!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-1463256899637696950?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1463256899637696950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=1463256899637696950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/1463256899637696950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/1463256899637696950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/hump-day.html' title='Hump day'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4W_rmRQXAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/XQiivcrSr8w/s72-c/IMG_0134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8003418022423436280</id><published>2008-01-08T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:57:34.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are winding down...finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What is it lately? Chaney is crazy at bedtime. It's like she had a shot of espresso! I'm getting more greys with every scream that comes from her mouth. Ryan's crying, Chaney's screaming and playing with her loud toys and Ashten is calling for me while I'm tending to Ryan because she's out of bed or trying to climb up on Ashten's bunk. I tell you, they do not pay me enough. You think I could ask for a raise??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8003418022423436280?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8003418022423436280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8003418022423436280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8003418022423436280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8003418022423436280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-are-winding-downfinally.html' title='We are winding down...finally!'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-8055913446807999594</id><published>2008-01-07T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:57:00.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I think I&apos;ll always have random thoughts throughout my journal entries'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4MWG2RQW8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OsPY7nW76SQ/s1600-h/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152986705544895426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4MWG2RQW8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OsPY7nW76SQ/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chaney and I finally took the tree down today! The boy scouts pick it up Thursday. There were needles everywhere. My vacuum smells like a pine forest now. She helped wrap up the fragile ornaments and put them in the box. What a helper! She is always a willing participant unless the job is cleaning up her room or her toys around the house, then you can forget about it (threatening to throw them away works!). Sometimes I really think about throwing them all away because she is a walking tornado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped take care of an elderly lady today because mom is out of town for 10 days. Mom is who normally takes care of her. She's a fun gal and I enjoy going over there. It's also great being able to help mom out so she can go places. She does so much for me and our kids and it's nice to do tiny favors for her when I get the opportunity. Hope you're having a great time Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's off to work (nights). He's amazing! Always the provider -and my best friend. I'm looking forward to our date night this friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashten lost a tooth a couple days ago and put it in a Zip-Lock but now we can't find it! The tooth fairy can't come unless it's under the pillow ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhett is trying to catch up on his math packets-oooooh, so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is up at BrianHead right now. Let's see...who's there...my aunt Teri, uncle Jim, cousin Jenny and boys, I think that's it. Man, would it be the coolest to go back to that place some day! I had so much fun skiing every year there. It's been about 12 years since my last visit. WAY too long! I would love to take our kids there and teach them to ski. That's where I learned at age 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we'll have a snow or ice storm this year. That would be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-8055913446807999594?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8055913446807999594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=8055913446807999594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8055913446807999594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/8055913446807999594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/chaney-and-i-finally-took-tree-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4MWG2RQW8I/AAAAAAAAAAY/OsPY7nW76SQ/s72-c/IMG_0337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1635631608588460047.post-2001019800772700339</id><published>2008-01-05T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T17:00:43.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my first time'/><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4RaJWRQW-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vin59s-vO2c/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153342990261967842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4RaJWRQW-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vin59s-vO2c/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4RY02RQW9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/YQ2DG4cvAbw/s1600-h/IMG_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153341538563021778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4RY02RQW9I/AAAAAAAAAAg/YQ2DG4cvAbw/s320/IMG_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I would like to know how this is going to work out. I have never been good at journaling but I would love to try, again! I have a very busy life and it's one with much drama and edge-of-your-seat thrills. Well, maybe to some. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today Jason and I finished rearranging the kids rooms and ridding ourselves of crappy toys from McDonalds Happy Meals! We now have Rhett and Ryan in one room and Chaney and Ashten in the other. It's a good arrangement so far and everyone is happy about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We still have our Christmas tree up but it's the next thing to go now that the rooms are done. It's getting on the crispy side. Not much watering going on this year. By the way, we had a fabulous Christmas morn. Thanks Mom and Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm almost done reading The Hobbit. It's been pretty good. Now I have to read The Lord of the Rings again. I'm sure I'll pick up on some things I missed last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What the heck, I'm tired and I could probably keep rambling on about random occurances but I'll save you from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Good night all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1635631608588460047-2001019800772700339?l=lisapoulsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2001019800772700339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1635631608588460047&amp;postID=2001019800772700339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2001019800772700339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1635631608588460047/posts/default/2001019800772700339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisapoulsen.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>Lisa P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14460674428763719525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P5G2GN77Gso/R4RaJWRQW-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/Vin59s-vO2c/s72-c/IMG_0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
