<?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-2722432093002711333</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:50:34.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie Monsters</title><subtitle type='html'>The comings and goings of the Cook family will be posted for the world to see...well...maybe not the world, but at least family and friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-7662262808632632499</id><published>2008-10-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:30:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Girl (#1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was feeling a little nostalgic this evening. Looking at pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; I am still having a hard time believing that she is 16. Here are a few pics of my first-born.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoFeKNzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/m7dKNN6kB3o/s1600-h/fs_545394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254308372572419890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoFeKNzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/m7dKNN6kB3o/s320/fs_545394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caitlyn 9/2/94 This was 2 days after Cait-Bug's 2nd birthday. She had fallen while playing outside and had a nice busted lip for her 2 year picture. Still ADORABLE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254308372994686242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoHC1fSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/3Qs4NIDnTzM/s320/fs_545364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caitlyn with sister Haley and Great-Grandpa Kale when G'ma and Pa came for a visit. (Sumter, SC February 1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254308378973278834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNodUPknI/AAAAAAAAAJU/gMGunIIsN10/s320/fs_545398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cutie-pie at age 4 (1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoFM3lsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9PA1XEfuEe0/s1600-h/fs_545374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254308372499896002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoFM3lsI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9PA1XEfuEe0/s320/fs_545374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Caitlyn and Ed on the day she graduated kindergarten from Willow Drive Elementary School, Sumter, South Carolina, June 1998. (Yeah...I cried)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoXUhebI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y8m8SXIFpTc/s1600-h/Caitlyn+junior+year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254308377363839410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoXUhebI/AAAAAAAAAJM/y8m8SXIFpTc/s320/Caitlyn+junior+year.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11 years later...Caitlyn is a junior at Palmer High School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Where has the time gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-7662262808632632499?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/7662262808632632499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=7662262808632632499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/7662262808632632499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/7662262808632632499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-girl-1.html' title='My Little Girl (#1)'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SOsNoFeKNzI/AAAAAAAAAI0/m7dKNN6kB3o/s72-c/fs_545394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-6120179416390828705</id><published>2008-09-23T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:56:38.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rliey's 10th B-day (I know...WAY late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;We had a party for the cousins and a few friends for Riley's 10th birthday. The theme? Well..since "That Hannah Montana is SO hot right now," that's what the theme was. I am definitely Hannah Montana'd out! Riley had fun though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids started out by making mini pizzas and then we moved to "Pass the Hannah Bear." They had fun with that. We took a little "fashion" liberty with my adorable nepnew Aiden (who would make an equally adorable niece). And then cake, ice cream, and play time ensued! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLipK1ByI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mlnZ7Cz2LwE/s1600-h/CIMG0819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249380267960108834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLipK1ByI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mlnZ7Cz2LwE/s320/CIMG0819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pass the Hannah Montana Bear to, yup, you guessed it, HM's (AKA Miley Cyrus) latest CD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249384805308114290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmPqwG5JXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Dy_J8zlfzZE/s320/CIMG0824.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aiden can even wear the shoes from Riley's HM Bear (From Build-A-Bear)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLi7mOT_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/pCsq2mzcSns/s1600-h/IMG_2923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249380272906850290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLi7mOT_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/pCsq2mzcSns/s320/IMG_2923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiden likes the Hannah Montana wig. I wonder what the name of his alter-ego is... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLjJ3dm9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/BR-bqYKcdfc/s1600-h/CIMG0852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249380276737252306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLjJ3dm9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/BR-bqYKcdfc/s320/CIMG0852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Riley is all smiles as she looks at her b-day cake complete with HM guitar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249380287233422546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLjw98dNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3pS701Wcn5s/s320/CIMG0823.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Riley opens her presents as her friends look on. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The melodious sounds of children "cha-cha-chaing" their best wished to Sarah Riley!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c3182f0edc66c28" 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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c3182f0edc66c28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330279908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75261BC63CD8A2E0784FC5E07939673EEE2EF353.71B4C0D4F8B5D321766AD78ABADF3DA35213B1BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c3182f0edc66c28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7nvh7FystGhkvo7XH-Modnvs6PM&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://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c3182f0edc66c28%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330279908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D75261BC63CD8A2E0784FC5E07939673EEE2EF353.71B4C0D4F8B5D321766AD78ABADF3DA35213B1BA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c3182f0edc66c28%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7nvh7FystGhkvo7XH-Modnvs6PM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-6120179416390828705?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c3182f0edc66c28&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/6120179416390828705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=6120179416390828705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6120179416390828705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6120179416390828705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/09/rlieys-10th-b-day-i-knowway-late.html' title='Rliey&apos;s 10th B-day (I know...WAY late)'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SNmLipK1ByI/AAAAAAAAAIM/mlnZ7Cz2LwE/s72-c/CIMG0819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-1433388622340440182</id><published>2008-09-07T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:10:42.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle Toes</title><content type='html'>Riley started taking ballet in January 2008, after months of nagging mom and dad! After her first recital in May, she decided that she wanted to add tap to her repitoire as well. So, beginning in June, she had 2 hours of dance every Wedensday. She didn't go to Midnight Sun Bible camp this year, because she wanted to dance. She even made sure that she could go to dance when her Grandma Cook came up to visit! She now has dance 2 afternoons a week. 2 hours on Tuesday and 1 hour on Thursday! She's lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to put a video on here, but both the tap and ballet are too big. In an update, however...Riley had auditions for the Nutcracker last Saturday and she got 2 (TWO) parts! She is VERY excited. I am going to try to figure out how to edit the videos to get them down to a smaller file size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-1433388622340440182?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/1433388622340440182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=1433388622340440182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/1433388622340440182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/1433388622340440182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/09/twinkle-toes.html' title='Twinkle Toes'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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-2722432093002711333.post-4438674921487428622</id><published>2008-09-07T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:39:03.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Full Day... =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of the visit, we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wildberry&lt;/span&gt; Products, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wildberry&lt;/span&gt; Park, Sourdough Mining Co., the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Avenue Mall, and ended to day with the World Famous Bread Pudding of the Glacier &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Brewhouse&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah...no pics that day. However on the last full day of Mom and Aunt Linda's visit, we went to the Friday Fling in Palmer. We tried to keep the day low key because they flew out Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3kipRlQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e92qwOrweOY/s1600-h/CIMG0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243517704569197826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3kipRlQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e92qwOrweOY/s320/CIMG0788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Aunt Linda and Mom with a musk-ox in the Palmer visitor's center. We also were able to walk (hobble) around the flower gardens just outside of the visitor's center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After we left the "Fling" we drove out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Knik&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/span&gt; Headquarters so Aunt Linda could see some real sled dogs. Aunt Linda and the girls got a ride on a dog sled pulled my real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/span&gt; Dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3k4X4KtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JTAkD36YEhs/s1600-h/CIMG0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243517710401809106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3k4X4KtI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JTAkD36YEhs/s320/CIMG0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley, Aunt Linda, and Riley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3lAqd6YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fKQsQwckuuM/s1600-h/CIMG0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243517712627263874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3lAqd6YI/AAAAAAAAAHs/fKQsQwckuuM/s320/CIMG0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom and Aunt Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3lhZWcJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Scx-4gPlLJY/s1600-h/CIMG0794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243517721413841042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3lhZWcJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Scx-4gPlLJY/s320/CIMG0794.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3l_UbMxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/swofUon-2dQ/s1600-h/CIMG0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243517729446245138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3l_UbMxI/AAAAAAAAAH8/swofUon-2dQ/s320/CIMG0795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great visit that went by WAY too quickly. Hopefully next summer, we will head down to the lower 48 for a visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-4438674921487428622?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/4438674921487428622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=4438674921487428622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/4438674921487428622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/4438674921487428622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-full-day.html' title='Last Full Day... =('/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMS3kipRlQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/e92qwOrweOY/s72-c/CIMG0788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-4292470385277202045</id><published>2008-09-07T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:07:40.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Visit: Day 4</title><content type='html'>Day 4 was great! We slept in. I started physical therapy and Riley had ballet and tap classes for 2 hours. After we picked Riley up from the dance studio, we drove up to Hatcher's Pass and Independence Gold Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSux5IoMSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/J9NU8V0nzBM/s1600-h/CIMG0784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243508038339932450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSux5IoMSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/J9NU8V0nzBM/s320/CIMG0784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are Haley, Caitlyn, Aunt Linda, Mom, and Riley at Independence Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuySnpQDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jjpK1JZXLGQ/s1600-h/CIMG0758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243508045180911666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuySnpQDI/AAAAAAAAAG8/jjpK1JZXLGQ/s320/CIMG0758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of the rebuilt and some of the broken down/rotting buildings of Independence Mine at Hatcher's Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuyglgZqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2vILNm-2Pjo/s1600-h/CIMG0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243508048930039458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuyglgZqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/2vILNm-2Pjo/s320/CIMG0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a ground squirrel make an appearance. Just popping in to say "Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuzNUIRWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5yMQwUIvEkA/s1600-h/CIMG0775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243508060936750434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuzNUIRWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/5yMQwUIvEkA/s320/CIMG0775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caitlyn was our tour guide around the mine again this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuzUn3oII/AAAAAAAAAHU/zcUitNFS_UI/s1600-h/CIMG0782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243508062898593922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSuzUn3oII/AAAAAAAAAHU/zcUitNFS_UI/s320/CIMG0782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look Ma! No crutches! I think the girls were holding them. But here is a pic of me and my handsome hubby with the beautiful natural landscape providing a great backdrop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the day with Ed sparking up the grill for dogs, brauts, burgers and corn on the cob! I love it when he cooks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-4292470385277202045?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/4292470385277202045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=4292470385277202045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/4292470385277202045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/4292470385277202045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/09/moms-visit-day-4.html' title='Mom&apos;s Visit: Day 4'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSux5IoMSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/J9NU8V0nzBM/s72-c/CIMG0784.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-6227456665201324545</id><published>2008-09-07T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:32:58.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 of Mom's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry it's taken so long to get back to posting. School started up and I kind of fall of the radar for the first few weeks. Anyway, back to the summer (ah...chilly bliss!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed a little closer to home on day 3, after all, we were still kind of tuckered out from day 2. Our first stop was the "Chocolate Factory" (AKA Alaska &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wildberry&lt;/span&gt; Products in Anchorage). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkimgUajI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NgD7oJcrkks/s1600-h/CIMG0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243496780524710450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkimgUajI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NgD7oJcrkks/s320/CIMG0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We began with a tour of the kitchen, complete with hair nets (and beard net). My favorite part? The samples, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243499901677057314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSnYRtBtSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HvwrV0jrxzw/s320/CIMG0705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkixmTT6I/AAAAAAAAAGM/LeP1Kn9QTQc/s1600-h/CIMG0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After filling a bag with 2 pounds of Jelly Belly's, we posed for pics in front of the Chocolate "Waterfall" that flows with 3,400 pounds of chocolate! Here we are sporting a 10 pound bar of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkjDnzjxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_zbCdoapbhI/s1600-h/CIMG0736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243496788340739858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkjDnzjxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/_zbCdoapbhI/s320/CIMG0736.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After hanging out at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wildberry&lt;/span&gt; Products, we crossed the street to eat lunch in a "gold mine" called Sourdough Mining Company. We LOVE that restaurant. Great corn fritters...YUM! (insert a photo of the Cook family drooling). We followed lunch up with a trip to the Bear and Raven Experience Theater. We watched a movie about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iditarod&lt;/span&gt; and on about bears. Then the girls took part in some adventures! Haley and Riley caught a virtual 35 pound king salmon. We then hopped into a "hot air balloon" and "floated" over the Prince William Sound.  The girls then put on their parkas and "mushed" their little doggies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the day with new haircuts for Haley and Riley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkjc7QkHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FdZDI-Wwlts/s1600-h/CIMG0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243496795133218930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkjc7QkHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FdZDI-Wwlts/s320/CIMG0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkj0_9z_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/42Ki4L3jhbs/s1600-h/CIMG0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243496801595412466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkj0_9z_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/42Ki4L3jhbs/s320/CIMG0745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now these girls are going to look sharp for the new school year!&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/2722432093002711333-6227456665201324545?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/6227456665201324545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=6227456665201324545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6227456665201324545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6227456665201324545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-3-of-moms-visit.html' title='Day 3 of Mom&apos;s visit'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SMSkimgUajI/AAAAAAAAAGE/NgD7oJcrkks/s72-c/CIMG0685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-6308903384400702514</id><published>2008-08-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T10:57:25.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 with Mom and Aunt Linda</title><content type='html'>The second day of Joan and Linda's visit began VERY early. We took the train from Anchorage to Seward, and then went on a Kenai Fjords Cruise in Resurection Bay. We had to check in at the train depot in Anchorage at 5:30 AM. That meant leaving the Valley at about 4:30 AM. You can do the math to figure out when Ed and I had to roll out of bed. The girls stayed home for this trip. They got to sleep in. We got home around 11:45 PM or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTwwm1V9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qIEffo06yTk/s1600-h/CIMG0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235174820243920850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTwwm1V9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qIEffo06yTk/s320/CIMG0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Linda and Joan on the train, ready for a great adventure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTxCX7i4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/G0lOhjy-a58/s1600-h/CIMG0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235174825013250946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTxCX7i4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/G0lOhjy-a58/s320/CIMG0627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We passed some great scenery that you can't access from the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTxQ6g1vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w6ieFcaPoEs/s1600-h/CIMG0636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235174828916397810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTxQ6g1vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/w6ieFcaPoEs/s320/CIMG0636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to see, but there are a bunch of Stellar Sea Lions on the rock, basking in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTxraHznI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-nVr0-zNpCI/s1600-h/CIMG0661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235174836028296818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTxraHznI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-nVr0-zNpCI/s320/CIMG0661.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thankfully, near the end of the cruise, a humpback whale popped up to say hello! It put on quite a show for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTyFunBGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3PX9UrE34C0/s1600-h/CIMG0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235174843093550178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTyFunBGI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3PX9UrE34C0/s320/CIMG0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On the way home, we followed Turnagain Arm, and were welcomed back to Anchorage with a beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long, fun-filled day! Stay tuned for day 3 pics and postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-6308903384400702514?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/6308903384400702514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=6308903384400702514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6308903384400702514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6308903384400702514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-2-with-mom-and-aunt-linda.html' title='Day 2 with Mom and Aunt Linda'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SKcTwwm1V9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/qIEffo06yTk/s72-c/CIMG0618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-4990628924294016126</id><published>2008-08-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:47:40.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, Revised Edition</title><content type='html'>Dawn tagged me. However, she neglected to mention that I needed to answer with a single word. So...here are my NEW answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Where is your cell phone? nightstand&lt;br /&gt;2.  Your significant other?  sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3.  Your hair? bun&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your mother? dead&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your father? somewhere&lt;br /&gt;6.  Your favorite thing?  family&lt;br /&gt;7.  Your dream last night? none&lt;br /&gt;8.  Your favorite drink? DDP&lt;br /&gt;9.  Your dream/goal? Happiness&lt;br /&gt;10.  The room you're in?bedroom&lt;br /&gt;11.  Your hobby? many&lt;br /&gt;12.  Your fear? lots&lt;br /&gt;13.  Where do you want to be in 6 years?  here&lt;br /&gt;14.  What you're not?  Tall&lt;br /&gt;15.  Muffins?  blueberry&lt;br /&gt;16.  One of your wish list items?  car&lt;br /&gt;17.  Where you grew up?  Alaska&lt;br /&gt;18.  The last thing you did? Blogging&lt;br /&gt;19.  What are you wearing? clothes&lt;br /&gt;20.  Favorite gadget?  phone&lt;br /&gt;21.  Your pets? four&lt;br /&gt;22.  Your computer?  laptop&lt;br /&gt;23.  Your mood?  content&lt;br /&gt;24.  Missing someone? tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;25.  Your car?  blec!&lt;br /&gt;26.  something you're not wearing?  shoes&lt;br /&gt;27.  Favorite store? open&lt;br /&gt;28.  Like someone? Yup!&lt;br /&gt;29.  Favorite color? green&lt;br /&gt;30.  When is the last time you laughed? today&lt;br /&gt;31.  Last time you cried?  Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tag....everyone I know has already been tagged!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-4990628924294016126?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/4990628924294016126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=4990628924294016126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/4990628924294016126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/4990628924294016126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-revised-edition.html' title='Tagged, Revised Edition'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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-2722432093002711333.post-5596577453272713094</id><published>2008-08-05T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:47:02.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged!</title><content type='html'>Dawn tagged me. Here are my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Where is your cell phone?  on the window sill&lt;br /&gt;2.  Your significant other?  sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3.  Your hair?  ponytail&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your mother?  Both have passed away&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your father?  good question!&lt;br /&gt;6.  Your favorite thing?  my family&lt;br /&gt;7.  Your dream last night?  don't remember&lt;br /&gt;8.  Your favorite drink?  diet Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;9.  Your dream/goal?  live, love, learn everyday!&lt;br /&gt;10.  The room you're in?  dining&lt;br /&gt;11.  Your hobby?  I have to have just 1?&lt;br /&gt;12.  Your fear?  Again...I can only have 1?&lt;br /&gt;13.  Where do you want to be in 6 years?  here&lt;br /&gt;14.  What you're not?  Tall&lt;br /&gt;15.  Muffins?  blueberry&lt;br /&gt;16.  One of your wish list items?  A new car&lt;br /&gt;17.  Where you grew up?  Alaska&lt;br /&gt;18.  The last thing you did?  logged on to my blog&lt;br /&gt;19.  What are you wearing?  tan shorts, rose colored Hard Rock t-shirt from Cabo&lt;br /&gt;20.  Favorite gadget?  Cell phone, I think&lt;br /&gt;21.  Your pets?  Max, Layla, A.J., and Tom (or Jerry...it's a fish...one died)&lt;br /&gt;22.  Your computer?  laptop&lt;br /&gt;23.  Your mood?  content&lt;br /&gt;24.  Missing someone?  every 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;25.  Your car?  blec!&lt;br /&gt;26.  something you're not wearing?  shoes&lt;br /&gt;27.  Favorite store?  The one with a big SALE sign&lt;br /&gt;28.  Like someone?  Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;29.  Favorite color?  kelly green&lt;br /&gt;30.  When is the last time you laughed?  earlier today&lt;br /&gt;31.  Last time you cried?  Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tag....Ester!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-5596577453272713094?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/5596577453272713094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=5596577453272713094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/5596577453272713094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/5596577453272713094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged!'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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-2722432093002711333.post-2459830319612177989</id><published>2008-08-04T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:02:01.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of Mom's AK visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The whole crew went to the airport Saturday night to greet Joan (Mom) and (Aunt) Linda after their long flight from New Jersey. Since it was about midnight East Coast time, we took them to their hotel to rest up before the VERY full week of activities that we have planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We began our Sunday with a trip to Portage Glacier. We spent a little while there. The girls climbed on the rocks,we checked out the exhibits that were inside the Begich-Boggs Visitor's Center, and we took in the beautiful scenery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJfsO7KRvtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a02fFj3K32k/s1600-h/IMG_2831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230909233357242066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJfsO7KRvtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a02fFj3K32k/s320/IMG_2831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An ice berg floating in Portage Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230912035499359778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJfuyB9BPiI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ILzYepKzUM0/s320/IMG_2840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caitlyn, Riley, and Haley climbing on the rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After we left Portage Glacier, we drove back down the road to the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center (AWCC). I recommend this side trip to anyone, even lifelong Alaskans! There was a variety of wildlife, obviously, but the really neat aspect of the AWCC is that they are trying to rejuvenate the population of Wood Bison in Alaska. They have 65 acres for the wood bison to roam. These are big animals that look similar to the plains bison which the AWCC also has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230914836210302706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJfxVDaivvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gVTtoswEHKs/s320/IMG_2871.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A wood bison. He was scratching/sharpening (?) his horns against the tree to the left just moments before this picture was taken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we had had our fill of wildlife and tourists, we went to Alyeska to visit the Jade Shop. Well, not just the Jade Shop, we went to Girdwood to celebrate Mom's birthday at the Double Musky. As we were driving to the Jade Shop at Alyeska, we saw a black bear on the side of the road. That was very exciting for our car full! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230921051680857266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJf2-12M3LI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2-jBLG0Kls0/s320/IMG_2880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A black bear coming to the road to meet and greet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got there shortly before 4:00 in order to be in line when they opened at 4:30. We sat in the car for a while and ended up being the 4th party in line. I can't believe how long the line was to get in! With our bellies full, we began the long ride (ok...about an hour and a half) back to Palmer for cake and presents!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230932417354002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJgBUaR18fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_sZ7TS-znZQ/s320/Bday+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom's birthday cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230932421053113394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJgBUoDx5DI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZJ_LXKBfGwA/s320/mom+scarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mom showing off the scarf I knitted (it took a year!...don't ask...) Aunt Linda is looking on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a great birthday. We got to see beautiful country and wildlife, eat good food, and most importantly, spend time with each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-2459830319612177989?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/2459830319612177989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=2459830319612177989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/2459830319612177989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/2459830319612177989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-1-of-moms-ak-visit.html' title='Day 1 of Mom&apos;s AK visit'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SJfsO7KRvtI/AAAAAAAAAEs/a02fFj3K32k/s72-c/IMG_2831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-7163548823570018060</id><published>2008-08-02T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:46:30.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration has set in!</title><content type='html'>Ok. So here I am, trying to be a good blogger, and I can't get any of my photos to upload! My goal was to post each day that Ed's mom and Aunt were here. Alas, I hit a roadblock of epic proportions, when you consider that this how I have chosen to share updates with friends and family. At any rate, the week went well. I would love to show you how well. Has anyone run across this problem? Let me know how to fix it, please. Gracias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-7163548823570018060?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/7163548823570018060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=7163548823570018060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/7163548823570018060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/7163548823570018060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/08/frustration-has-set-in.html' title='Frustration has set in!'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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-2722432093002711333.post-2257600279318118102</id><published>2008-07-22T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:02:02.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caitlyn's New and Improved Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today was an exciting day for Caitlyn. She actually woke up before 11! It was 8:30 and my baby was awake. The day she had been eagerly awaiting for two years had finally arrived. With mere hours to go, she was giddy with anticipation. Today was the day her braces were finally taken off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIa_xGipy-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HWo6mR3cf-I/s1600-h/IMG_2830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226075267900492770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIa_xGipy-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HWo6mR3cf-I/s320/IMG_2830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left the house at 11:30 to head to south Anchorage for her 12:40 appointment.  AS you can see, gentle reader, she was all smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIa_xSfo1AI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pWtRpA85LPE/s1600-h/Cait+%26+Dr.+J.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226075271109071874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIa_xSfo1AI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pWtRpA85LPE/s320/Cait+%26+Dr.+J.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr. Julien has seen Caitlyn since she began her phase 1 braces in 2nd grade. She's great! (Hence the nearly 50 mile drive to see her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIa_xbZTsmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PGKcB_inyRg/s1600-h/Cait+after.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226075273498440290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIa_xbZTsmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PGKcB_inyRg/s320/Cait+after.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After about an hour in the chair, Caitlyn shows off her new smile. She was given a red cup full of foods that she wasn't supposed to eat for the past 2 years. The cup contained: microwave popcorn, Air Heads, Starburts, Skittles, and Bubblicious bubble gum. She managed to stay away from Air Heads and Starbursts, but there were a few Snicker bars and a bit of popcorn that passed through those braces over the past 2 years. Thankfully, I no longer have to worry about breaking brackets. Now we have to worry about breaking retainers!&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/2722432093002711333-2257600279318118102?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/2257600279318118102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=2257600279318118102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/2257600279318118102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/2257600279318118102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/07/caitlyns-new-and-improved-smile.html' title='Caitlyn&apos;s New and Improved Smile'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIa_xGipy-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/HWo6mR3cf-I/s72-c/IMG_2830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-7970333928384444136</id><published>2008-07-20T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:02:03.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My knee novel?</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt;' out" (literally. I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cryo&lt;/span&gt;-cuff on the knee as we speak/read/type), I am pondering Cousin Dawn's suggestion of writing a novel. Well, it won't be a novel, but a brief reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law, Joan, is coming up on Saturday. I absolutely love her! I am so happy that she is coming as I haven't seen her in a year and Ed and the kids haven't seen her for 2.  I am hopeful that I will be able to walk a bit faster than the slow snail's pace that I am at right now. The hopefulness comes from the fact that I am completely off the crutches. (YEAH!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurJFGMnI/AAAAAAAAADk/9JtHgQFVz2o/s1600-h/SORT+THESE!+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212048874812018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurJFGMnI/AAAAAAAAADk/9JtHgQFVz2o/s320/SORT+THESE!+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mom and I, June 27, 2007, Bayonne, NJ. RA was held in Philadelphia, so I flew to Newark and rented a car. The ticket to Newark was a better price than the one to Philly &amp;amp; it gave me a not-so-much needed excuse to see Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, she is flying up with her sister, Linda, who is also a wonderful person. I really lucked out in the in-law department. Ed has a great family! If I didn't love Alaska so much, maybe we would move to New Jersey. Maybe not...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurBtXFvI/AAAAAAAAADs/FeDGYxGimMg/s1600-h/SORT+THESE!+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212046896207602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurBtXFvI/AAAAAAAAADs/FeDGYxGimMg/s320/SORT+THESE!+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aunt Linda and I, June 27, 2007, Bayonne, NJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurWBNT6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Aoe2qnz--D0/s1600-h/SORT+THESE!+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212052348161954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurWBNT6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Aoe2qnz--D0/s320/SORT+THESE!+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Linda and Joan 6/27/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have a week planned that is PACKED with fun. They arrive on Saturday. On Sunday we are driving to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alyeska&lt;/span&gt; Resort in the morning so that we can take Mom to the Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Muskey&lt;/span&gt; for her birthday. It is a world-class restaurant and they don't take reservations. We want to be there early, plus we'll have an opportunity to have a nice drive. On Monday, the "grown-ups" are taking the train to Seward for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kenai&lt;/span&gt; Fjords cruise. I have never been on one of these, but I hear there is a lot of wild life to see. I already know that the scenery will be worth the trip. Tuesday, we will drive back to Seward to take the kids to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SeaLife&lt;/span&gt; Center. Wednesday will be a late start as Riley, our budding ballerina/tap dancer, has back-to-back classes. Afterward though, we plan to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hatcher's&lt;/span&gt; Pass. I think we have shopping in there Thursday with dinner at Sourdough Mining Co. followed by a trip to Alaska &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wildberry&lt;/span&gt; Products (more Jelly Belly's for me!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew! I am exhausted just thinking about everything we are going to do! I know the girls will have fun (I did mention shopping, right?) and Ed will enjoy the time with his mom and aunt. I just hope that me moving a little slow won't put a damper on the visit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The girls have taken good care of me over the past week and a half since surgery. They have put up with cranky, needy, mom, without TOO much gripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurfsCIXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hB7o6HDiQcM/s1600-h/me+and+the+girls+school+pics+07-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212054943703410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurfsCIXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hB7o6HDiQcM/s320/me+and+the+girls+school+pics+07-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;School pics from the 07/08 school year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ed comes home 2 days before his mom gets here. He is excited and nervous all at the same time. It's his Aunt Linda's first trip to Alaska and he wants to make sure it's a good one. Since this is such a big state, and they are only here for a week, we can't share ALL of Alaska with her, but we can squeeze in as much of the South Central region as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOuru-yiCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-QWg6Ij_Uk4/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225212059048904738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOuru-yiCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-QWg6Ij_Uk4/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My Honey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, it isn't a novel, and this is a rather abrupt ending, but it is coming to a close nonetheless. I will try to post pics and what-not of the Great Alaska Visit of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-7970333928384444136?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/7970333928384444136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=7970333928384444136' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/7970333928384444136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/7970333928384444136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-knee-novel.html' title='My knee novel?'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SIOurJFGMnI/AAAAAAAAADk/9JtHgQFVz2o/s72-c/SORT+THESE!+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-997743839700918155</id><published>2008-07-13T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:02:04.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RA 2008 in Washington D.C.</title><content type='html'>I left for D.C. on the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June, for my 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; RA (Representative Assembly for the National Education Association). It was 8 whirlwind days of policy making, fundraising, and reconnecting with friends from across the country.  Oh yeah, and a little bit of sight seeing. I think I worked more during this RA than I did in the previous 4! I went to the Holocaust Museum, but didn't take any pictures. That was one of the most humbling experiences I have ever had.  When you think that some things in your life have been bad, just look at the persecution that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occured&lt;/span&gt; during that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Alaska delegation was originally supposed to get a tour of the White House, but that didn't happen. Instead we went on a V.I.P. tour of the Capitol Building. We began at Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Murkowski's&lt;/span&gt; office and proceeded to the basement of the Hart building. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBuwT7TbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dbH0Ql-Iq_0/s1600-h/IMG_2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222629358131957170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBuwT7TbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dbH0Ql-Iq_0/s320/IMG_2770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's supposed to be good luck to walk across the star that marks where George Washington's crypt was supposed to be.  As we know, his wife, Martha, honored his wishes and had him buried at Mount Vernon, rather than in the Capitol Building.  My foot is the white tennis shoe at the bottom of the pic.  Can good luck be far off? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hhhmmm&lt;/span&gt;...who knows! There was so much to view in the Capitol Building, so much history (I know...Duh!), so many people!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBu4AtTvI/AAAAAAAAADE/DfirvoAzenI/s1600-h/IMG_2800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222629360198831858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBu4AtTvI/AAAAAAAAADE/DfirvoAzenI/s320/IMG_2800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Outside of Sen. Lisa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Murkowski's&lt;/span&gt; office in the Hart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sentate&lt;/span&gt; Building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBvDazf_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Xz9Dc5LQuyo/s1600-h/IMG_2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222629363261079538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBvDazf_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Xz9Dc5LQuyo/s320/IMG_2799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I also stopped by Senator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Obama's&lt;/span&gt; office. Of course he was not there. He did speak to the RA via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;satelite&lt;/span&gt; from Montana on the 3rd of July. Last year he came to speak in person, along with 7 other people that were presidential hopefuls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Huckabee&lt;/span&gt; was the only republican that came. All of the democratic candidates came. This year, an invitation was extended to McCain. He declined, just like last year.  I wonder if he realizes that there are voting republicans that are members of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NEA&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBvZYF1yI/AAAAAAAAADU/FIpdi1D6eUs/s1600-h/IMG_2803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222629369155278626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBvZYF1yI/AAAAAAAAADU/FIpdi1D6eUs/s320/IMG_2803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went to Sen. Hilary Clinton's office as well.  She has spoken to the RA, in person, twice.  Once in 2004 and the second time was last year in Philadelphia. While we didn't hear from her this year, I thought it would be cool to stop by her office.  I am such a nerd when it comes to this kind of stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBvf6utsI/AAAAAAAAADc/gDtuukGZ9PQ/s1600-h/IMG_2761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222629370911176386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBvf6utsI/AAAAAAAAADc/gDtuukGZ9PQ/s320/IMG_2761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Each of the 50 states has 2 statues within the Capitol Building.  Alaska's statues are Senators Bob Bartlett and Earnest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Grueining&lt;/span&gt;.  Being the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; that I am, I took a picture with one of the statues from New Jersey.  Unlike a good tourist, I forgot who it was.  Oops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKUb-liI/AAAAAAAAACU/A79wVmR-Kl8/s1600-h/IMG_2811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222628732174243362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKUb-liI/AAAAAAAAACU/A79wVmR-Kl8/s320/IMG_2811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After the sightseeing, Speedy Gonzalez style, we got down to the business of making policy for the National Education Association.  I was actually on the speaking order, standing at microphone 4 (in the center of the photo).  I was so excited, because what I had to say was VERY important, and NO ONE could vote on the issue without hearing my 2 cents worth. And, as fate would have it, someone moved to close debate!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ARG&lt;/span&gt;!!! The first time I finally get the nerve up to speak in front of over 9,000 of my close, personal friends, and I don't even get to speak!  Oh well, at least I got the courage up to speak. Isn't democracy great?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKTLlPVI/AAAAAAAAACc/1NKny2kG1zw/s1600-h/IMG_2819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222628731837037906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKTLlPVI/AAAAAAAAACc/1NKny2kG1zw/s320/IMG_2819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was able to reconnect with good friends.  It's phone calls and emails for Miss Anna-Maria and I until RA.  She is from Maryland. She has promised me for the past 4 years, that she will make it up to the Last Frontier one day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKo2IzpI/AAAAAAAAACk/SbjQaVNjUjI/s1600-h/IMG_2829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222628737652674194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKo2IzpI/AAAAAAAAACk/SbjQaVNjUjI/s320/IMG_2829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As the chair-person of the fundraising committee for Alaska (A.K.A. the Giveaway Captain) I need as much help as I can get.  It's a huge job! One of my minions/helpers this year was the Alaska member of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NEA&lt;/span&gt; Resolutions Committee, Jerry! I could not have done my job this year without the help of Deanna, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ilona&lt;/span&gt;, Jerry, Kelly, and of course, Barb (from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;NEA&lt;/span&gt;-Alaska).  Thanks much guys! We actually made it into the top 10 for "per delegate contributions" We actually were #7!!! YEAH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKs29l2I/AAAAAAAAACs/jP17gJABmvA/s1600-h/IMG_2828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222628738729875298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKs29l2I/AAAAAAAAACs/jP17gJABmvA/s320/IMG_2828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lisa was my roommate at my first RA, which was also in D.C.  We did many things together, including designing the logo for the Anchorage Education Association.  We have presented together at Pacific Regional Leadership Conference as well as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;NEA&lt;/span&gt;-Alaska's April Leadership conference.  I am often called Lisa.  I am not sure how frequently she is called Jessica anymore, but we decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lable&lt;/span&gt; ourselves "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;JoCo&lt;/span&gt;" (Her last name is Johnson).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKoVWUtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UOrvvavA6k4/s1600-h/Kelly+and+I+RA+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222628737515147986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBKoVWUtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/UOrvvavA6k4/s320/Kelly+and+I+RA+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kelly and I hung out a bit.  We went to eat Ethiopian food with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Ilona&lt;/span&gt; at a restaurant in the Adams Morgan neighborhood of D.C. We went back a few nights later with Jerry and hung out and did some people watching at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Meze&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Definiely&lt;/span&gt; not a neighborhood to have a baby. There seemed to be a constant stream of emergency vehicles going down the street.  Police cars, fire trucks, ambulances...and of course many taxi cabs were all over the place.  It is a very multi-ethnic area.  It was interesting watching the people.  Since one can only watch people for so long, we ended our evening back at our hotel in Arlington, VA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqAosc40LI/AAAAAAAAABs/MIw88sp9Xoc/s1600-h/IMG_2770.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqApJjPITI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dp_tWiaXwzQ/s1600-h/IMG_2800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next year's RA is in San Diego. I am hoping to attend. It would be really cool if the man and offspring could join me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqApFSL9XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BPIaYRK3c_o/s1600-h/IMG_2799.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqApZ2m0jI/AAAAAAAAACE/fbsmvZkfxBE/s1600-h/IMG_2803.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqApnu9XBI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pf5SYz31kRE/s1600-h/IMG_2814.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2722432093002711333-997743839700918155?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/997743839700918155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=997743839700918155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/997743839700918155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/997743839700918155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/07/ra-2008-in-washington-dc.html' title='RA 2008 in Washington D.C.'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHqBuwT7TbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dbH0Ql-Iq_0/s72-c/IMG_2770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2722432093002711333.post-6804432134588960209</id><published>2008-07-11T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:02:05.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd time is a charm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgnPhMLjeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnbRz1n_NhA/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgnPhMLjeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnbRz1n_NhA/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok. So 3rd time is supposed to be the charm, right? Let's hope that holds true. Summer is here, and it feels like it's almost gone! The fam has been pretty busy so far. In May, Ed and I went to see Elton John. That was a great concert! What a professional! 3 shows. 3 nights in a row. 2 1/2 hours each show! All Elton. It was fantastic. Ed was only home for 6 days though. He went back up to Prudhoe Bay for a 3 week hitch. While he was away, the girls and I kept busy. We painted most of the walls upstairs. We changed from the "we just moved in" off-white to "Wilmington Tan" which reminds many of caramel or peanut butter. I think it's warmer and more welcoming. After painting, I got to work and Cousin Bernie &amp;amp; Angie's wedding cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsfWbea2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WQ91LHpNwz8/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972685044476770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsfWbea2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WQ91LHpNwz8/s320/DSCN0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cake for Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Bernie Kale. This was my first attempt at fondant flowers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not TOO shabby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week following that, Dawn came over and we built a deck. No pictures yet, sorry. I will post some as soon as I get back outside to get them. So, after the deck was finished, we had our 2nd annual Summer Solstice Block party. It was pretty fun, even though 3 homes are up for sale. It's a great time to get caught up and a good opportunity to meet the new neighbors. We have a pretty cool neighborhood. There are a lot of little kids though. I am sure Caitlyn and Haley wish there were more kids their age. Maybe some will move in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after the block party, I began baking for Aliscia's quinceanera/Sweet 16 party. It was a HUGE event. All three of my girls took part in the festivites.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgnPhMLjeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mnbRz1n_NhA/s1600-h/DSCN0003.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;It was a crazy weekend! On the 28th of June, I went to set up the cake for Aliscia's party at the Hacienda Restaurant, came home, and changed for Jake and Kristina's wedding. Haley, Riley and I went to the wedding. It was beautiful. After the wedding, we had to race home so Haley could change for Aliscia's party.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the party and I had to leave after about an hour because that evening was the dinner for my 20 year high school reunion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsfghsxVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DX3N74TktYg/s1600-h/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972687754937682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsfghsxVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/DX3N74TktYg/s320/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aliscia's birthday cake. Center is white with raspberry filling. The satelites are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(clockwise: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chocolate, confetti, strawberry, and yellow all with buttercream icing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsf0FzS6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2QeKEDaanS0/s1600-h/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972693006633890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsf0FzS6I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2QeKEDaanS0/s320/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aliscia standing by her B-day cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsf1PlAzI/AAAAAAAAABE/E8-SRSPtpxU/s1600-h/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972693316076338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsf1PlAzI/AAAAAAAAABE/E8-SRSPtpxU/s320/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haley, Caitlyn, Me, and Riley at Aliscia's Quinceanera/Sweet 16 party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that wild day, one would think it would be time for a day of rest. Nah...not around here! The picnic for the reunion was on Sunday. It was ok, Friday and Saturday night were better, but oh well. We went to see a movie before Ed and the girls dropped me off at the airport for my flight to DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsgAQuZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/y7Q-6eiViWI/s1600-h/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221972696273675490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsgAQuZOI/AAAAAAAAABM/y7Q-6eiViWI/s320/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Caitlyn, Haley, Riley &amp;amp; I hanging out with Deanna at the reunion picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whew! I am tired just thinking about that weekend. Well, I got back safe and sound on Monday, July 7. I went in for surgery on my right knee on July 8th. Now, since I am forced to take it easy, I am beginning my blog. I plan to add some D.C. pics over the next couple of days. Hopefully I will be fully operational within the next week or so. Well, maybe not &lt;em&gt;FULLY, &lt;/em&gt;but at least more upright. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgon8jsQBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/pMwKZE8QwIQ/s1600-h/reunion,+quinceanera,+wedding+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2722432093002711333-6804432134588960209?l=edandjessicacook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/feeds/6804432134588960209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2722432093002711333&amp;postID=6804432134588960209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6804432134588960209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2722432093002711333/posts/default/6804432134588960209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://edandjessicacook.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-time-is-charm.html' title='3rd time is a charm!'/><author><name>CookieMonsters</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13092572450363808309</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/_ruzBi8oSXy0/SHgsfWbea2I/AAAAAAAAAAs/WQ91LHpNwz8/s72-c/DSCN0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
