<?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-7484889490606935689</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:23:58.822-06:00</updated><category term='candice'/><category term='elle'/><category term='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer'/><category term='pets'/><category term='RAOK'/><category term='candice and jason'/><category term='jason'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='dakota'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Doctor Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6740224434848273184</id><published>2011-12-10T19:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:33:33.759-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_iLsV0j-6A/TuQHG0U4TqI/AAAAAAAAE14/yY7DeXYOhxE/s1600/IMG_5459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_iLsV0j-6A/TuQHG0U4TqI/AAAAAAAAE14/yY7DeXYOhxE/s320/IMG_5459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Today we joined the members of &lt;a href="http://www.asburytulsa.org/"&gt;Asbury United Methodist Church&lt;/a&gt; in a community service project. The first step was to check in and pick out which activity we wanted to do as a family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WB5oFZF-yxA/TuQHHIrj_TI/AAAAAAAAE2A/aH-PisQShio/s1600/IMG_5461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WB5oFZF-yxA/TuQHHIrj_TI/AAAAAAAAE2A/aH-PisQShio/s320/IMG_5461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We chose #10, Walt Whittman Elementary School where we hosted a Christmas party for the students and their families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwCQ-JGZpq0/TuQHHEeiFcI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/e8cuJJtOwks/s1600/IMG_5480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwCQ-JGZpq0/TuQHHEeiFcI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/e8cuJJtOwks/s320/IMG_5480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;At our post, we helped the kids make birthday cards for orphans in Uganda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3vVOOxMbpE/TuQHID1hsWI/AAAAAAAAE2c/oT9CGsZm5Us/s1600/IMG_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N3vVOOxMbpE/TuQHID1hsWI/AAAAAAAAE2c/oT9CGsZm5Us/s320/IMG_5482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Other posts had crafts, games, cookie decorating, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I09mrB7pXe4/TuQHIejk7ZI/AAAAAAAAE2k/Tk02Nx9000A/s1600/IMG_5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I09mrB7pXe4/TuQHIejk7ZI/AAAAAAAAE2k/Tk02Nx9000A/s320/IMG_5486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZ4VWfP-wQc/TuQHIggYpmI/AAAAAAAAE20/pcIXY3dWjkY/s1600/IMG_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZ4VWfP-wQc/TuQHIggYpmI/AAAAAAAAE20/pcIXY3dWjkY/s320/IMG_5491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQg13dGE43Q/TuQHJ2-E5MI/AAAAAAAAE3A/1sWBn6NADyM/s1600/IMG_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eQg13dGE43Q/TuQHJ2-E5MI/AAAAAAAAE3A/1sWBn6NADyM/s320/IMG_5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcVaWNmyv0w/TuQHJ8MdCzI/AAAAAAAAE3M/YcBPQnKRhbo/s1600/IMG_5502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bcVaWNmyv0w/TuQHJ8MdCzI/AAAAAAAAE3M/YcBPQnKRhbo/s320/IMG_5502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DiZTcvlNpU/TuQHK6poqsI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/XQVqQd8pjVo/s1600/IMG_5503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--DiZTcvlNpU/TuQHK6poqsI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/XQVqQd8pjVo/s320/IMG_5503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;And finally, we wrapped up our morning of service by helping label books in the school library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFyxONP0ESA/TuQHLPVP_CI/AAAAAAAAE3g/DeQv4_7Tdvg/s1600/IMG_5512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFyxONP0ESA/TuQHLPVP_CI/AAAAAAAAE3g/DeQv4_7Tdvg/s320/IMG_5512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;A great way to spend a Saturday morning as a family and share a little RAOK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6740224434848273184?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6740224434848273184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6740224434848273184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6740224434848273184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6740224434848273184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/raok-14.html' title='RAOK #14'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8_iLsV0j-6A/TuQHG0U4TqI/AAAAAAAAE14/yY7DeXYOhxE/s72-c/IMG_5459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6300543439204214160</id><published>2011-12-02T08:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T08:33:45.530-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #12 &amp; #13</title><content type='html'>My friend &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/tracy.rollinsthompson"&gt;Tracy Thompson&lt;/a&gt; forwarded me a link to a &lt;a href="http://tsjphotography.com/blog"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; recently. She said that she knew I would just love it. And I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The specific post that inspired me was regarding &lt;a href="http://tsjphotography.com/blog/random-acts-of-christmas-kindness-advent-2010/"&gt;Random Acts of Christmas Kindness&lt;/a&gt;. The blog post was from 2010 and yet timeless. More recently, the blogger posted blank templates for the cards that she used for the project. I've since borrowed the idea and am currently doing what I can to implement my own RAOK this Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I paid for the coffee of the guy behind me in the drive thru. Today I taped $1.25 to the pop machine and attached one of the cards. I am having a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cSu3IhHMHE/Ttjhe8oFJjI/AAAAAAAAE1s/e9l7E-ZD54E/s1600/RAOK.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681538851714442802" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cSu3IhHMHE/Ttjhe8oFJjI/AAAAAAAAE1s/e9l7E-ZD54E/s400/RAOK.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6300543439204214160?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6300543439204214160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6300543439204214160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6300543439204214160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6300543439204214160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2011/12/raok-12-13.html' title='RAOK #12 &amp; #13'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0cSu3IhHMHE/Ttjhe8oFJjI/AAAAAAAAE1s/e9l7E-ZD54E/s72-c/RAOK.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6621945366606413507</id><published>2011-11-29T09:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T10:44:13.500-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Family, Holidays and a Child's Innocence</title><content type='html'>Not unlike what most people experience, the end of the year bring about a time for reflection. I find myself doing more and more of that every single day and not necessarily when something momentous occurs and here lately, my mind has been very active.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was wonderful. I had 4.5 days with family. I was productive, I shared time with my husband, my kids, my parents, my in-laws, etc. I spent time on the ranch and watched my kids climb on hay bales, marvel over baby calves and watched wild cats climb pieces of wood with the freedom and grace of a gazelle. I spent time at my parents home and watched my husband fish in the pond. I spent time with friends, shopped, drank wine and ate good food. I prayed. I'm grateful, my cup runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today my son turned 10 years old. I don't normally get emotional about such celebrations. My mom always taught me that we parents spend our lives preparing our children so we can bless and release them. And yet this one is hard for me for whatever reason. It's double digits. It means that he has fewer years remaining in my household than he's had with me thus far. It means he's approaching the teenage years. And even at his birthday party I was amazed at the transition he and his friends are going through. They all came with their iPods, iPhones, etc. and yet they weren't too cool to play hide-n-seek, Army men, or go to a PG rated Christmas film. I am so incredibly proud of my little man and I cannot wait to share the next decade watching him grow into a man. I am so proud. My cup runneth over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6621945366606413507?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6621945366606413507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6621945366606413507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6621945366606413507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6621945366606413507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2011/11/family-holidays-and-childs-innocence.html' title='Family, Holidays and a Child&apos;s Innocence'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7412067981989675385</id><published>2011-09-09T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T13:27:26.525-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #11 - One Pint Down</title><content type='html'>I've been busy brainstorming on things I can do in rememberance of the &lt;a href="http://www.911memorial.org/"&gt;9/11 &lt;/a&gt;attack that happened almost 10 years ago. I had come up with an idea or two on RAOK activities that would involve my children and I still want to do more. Although I cannot do all that I'd like to do, I can do some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=hpskip#!/tracy.rollinsthompson"&gt;Tracy Thompson &lt;/a&gt;mentioned that she'd read some suggestions about how to remember that tragic day, one of which was the giving of blood. What a fabulous idea and why hadn't I thought of that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I took my lunch hour at the local chapter of the &lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org/en/"&gt;American Red Cross&lt;/a&gt;. It has been a very long time since I last donated. In fact, they had my maiden name on file and I've been happily married for 13.5 years. I was admittedly afraid that I might pass out or hurl on the tile but I ventured forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my pint, drank my Diet Coke and ate some complimentary popcorn (it's a snack vending paradise in there!). I asked oodles of questions about my blood, platelets, plasma, etc. and what would happen to it. I was told that single pint would go towards saving up to two lives. Not a bad way to spend the lunch hour if I may say so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you donated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7412067981989675385?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7412067981989675385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7412067981989675385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7412067981989675385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7412067981989675385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/raok-11-one-pint-down.html' title='RAOK #11 - One Pint Down'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6959181748314645287</id><published>2011-03-29T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T08:36:00.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #10</title><content type='html'>Clearly I'm not reaching my goal of doing one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RAOK&lt;/span&gt; per week but I'm making an effort regardless. Today I left $20 for the dry cleaners clerk to apply to the next patron's bill. She was a little uneasy about holding the cash, wondering if she'd get in trouble with the boss for doing such a thing. Of course I figure as long as they're making their money, it doesn't matter who it comes from. And ultimately she decided to participate because she felt like it was "a good thing". Her only other concern was that it go to someone worthy. I told her it didn't matter. It's random. And while whomever the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;recipient&lt;/span&gt; is may not need the financial help, they may be in need of an emotional lift today. Hopefully $20 will improve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; spirits today, or maybe restore a little bit of faith in mankind and all the while, save them some money on a much overpriced service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6959181748314645287?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6959181748314645287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6959181748314645287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6959181748314645287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6959181748314645287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/raok-10.html' title='RAOK #10'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6616466407316408580</id><published>2011-03-02T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:22:23.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>ROAK #9</title><content type='html'>Today I ordered a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of fresh spring flowers to be delivered to a dear friend who lives 300 miles away...just because she deserves it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6616466407316408580?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6616466407316408580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6616466407316408580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6616466407316408580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6616466407316408580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2011/03/roak-9.html' title='ROAK #9'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6099993024619629639</id><published>2010-12-23T10:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:00:15.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #8</title><content type='html'>I've really fallen behind on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROAK&lt;/span&gt; series but it's not because it isn't on my mind at all times.  I've just been lazy which is especially awful considering that this is the Christmas season.  But I promise to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RAOK&lt;/span&gt; was especially random.  I was headed to the ATM to do a check deposit when I saw a small group of people gathered around a car that was having some obvious mechanical problems.  Admittedly, I found the blocked driveway to be a bit of an inconvenience.  And although it was 27 degrees and I was in shorts and covered in sweat (coming from the gym) I stopped to see how I could help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, I was the only one of the group with jumper cables and naturally I volunteered to help.  So I swung my car around, stood in the cold and helped the poor girl get a move on.  It wasn't my greatest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;RAOK&lt;/span&gt; but it beats driving off and staying warm for my own selfish reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6099993024619629639?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6099993024619629639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6099993024619629639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6099993024619629639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6099993024619629639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/12/raok-8.html' title='RAOK #8'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-2724942543672699336</id><published>2010-11-15T21:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:00:55.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #7</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late in reporting this RAOK. The latest act happened about 2 weeks ago. The story goes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days a week, I travel to downtown B.A. to participate in an early morning bootcamp workout session. And every morning, on my way home from the workout, I drive by an old auto service shop on the corner of Main St. There is an older gentleman who opens up shop and he regularly stands outside and offers me a friendly wave as I drive by. After months of sharing this exchange, I found myself honking and throwing a wave out my sunroof window in hopes that he catches my gesture. And he does. He will come running into the parking lot to recriprocate my wave with a smile and wave of his own. And he has no idea how much joy this brings me. Maybe it's his smile, his trot or perhaps it's the routine of the cxchange that I enjoy. Regardless, it makes me happy and gets my day started in such a pleasant manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Tuesday, I bought a dozen donuts and made a pit stop at the auto shop. I met Marvin. I told him how much I enjoy seeing him during my drive by. And though I'll probably never speak to him again, I found him offering up a wave and a smile on Thursday. He's reliable. He's friendly. And maybe he'll pass a little kindness someone else's way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-2724942543672699336?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2724942543672699336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=2724942543672699336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2724942543672699336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2724942543672699336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/11/roak-7.html' title='RAOK #7'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-38485505735433233</id><published>2010-10-23T06:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:38:23.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #6</title><content type='html'>This weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RAOK&lt;/span&gt; was the most emotionally moving one thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;QuikTrip&lt;/span&gt; prepaid gas cards. I decided to randomly pass them out to unassuming people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first recipient was a 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; Hispanic woman who had her 1-2 year old in the car with her. She spoke little English but fortunately my Spanish is still strong enough that we were able to have a short dialogue. When I first gave it to her, she was baffled. She looked at the card, looked at me, looked back down at the card. Then she asked what it's for. I told her she could use it for whatever she wanted...gas, food, whatever she wants. She smiled a huge smile and turned around. A few seconds later, she turned back around. "Do you speak Spanish?", she asked. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Solamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;poquito&lt;/span&gt;.", I replied. And so she asked me again, what for? And I said to her "It's a gift, a gift for you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went inside to buy my coffee and pay for gas. When I came back, she was still there. Smiling a smile so big I almost didn't know how to receive it. She asked me my name. And even though I'd just gone running and was a pile of sweat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stinkiness&lt;/span&gt;, she reached over and pecked my cheek, gave me a hug and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Gracias&lt;/span&gt;" in a the most pure, sincere and grateful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second recipient was a police officer dressed in uniform but pumping gas for his personal vehicle. Although we had a much shorter exchange, he was grateful. And I was sure to thank him for his service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last recipient was an old African American woman who I spotted while she crossed the parking lot to prepay her gas.  I just thought she looked sweet. So I stuck my hand out the window and asked if I could give her "this".  "What is it?"  she asked.  A gift card.  "Take it and have a wonderful day!"  And she did.  I drove away with her smiling in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rear view&lt;/span&gt; mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-38485505735433233?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/38485505735433233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=38485505735433233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/38485505735433233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/38485505735433233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/raok-6.html' title='RAOK #6'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-4682028917291632341</id><published>2010-10-12T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T22:00:02.646-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hit the "Trash Pot"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ_s2dyQmI/AAAAAAAAE0A/q0JKggPV89E/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ_s2dyQmI/AAAAAAAAE0A/q0JKggPV89E/s400/IMG_2583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVED this week's RAOK. This past weekend, our family plus one went to the lake to enjoy looking out different windows and spending our downtime some other way. We packed in all sorts of activities...fishing, boating, roasting marshmallows, watching movies, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also participated in our RAOK #5 and this one was for Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc was out fishing so the kids and I found some gloves, gathered some plastic bags and drove the golf cart up to the main road that takes us to our private drive. I gave the kids a few safety instructions (cars, poison ivy, etc.) and off we went on a treasure hunt to see who could find the most litter hanging out roadside. We had a separate bag for the recyclable items so that we could dispose of them separate from the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ_sYEw32I/AAAAAAAAEz4/pwPALJ1f95E/s1600/IMG_2582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ_sYEw32I/AAAAAAAAEz4/pwPALJ1f95E/s400/IMG_2582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The kids absolutely loved this project! They were practically racing one another to see who could find an object first and who could fill their bag the highest. On multiple accounts they told me that "This is FUN!". And Miss Elle was insistent that part of our group cover one side of the road while the others checked the opposite side so as not to miss a single item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found lots and lots of beer cans and practically made a game out of seeing how many brand names we could locate. BTW, the kids had never seen a jumbo BUSCH Light can before (that may have been the only surprise)! Dakota was happy to find this Coke can that's been litter so long it's sun faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLKCCIbm-1I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/6axyc2MCmuk/s1600/IMG_2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526622665871653714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLKCCIbm-1I/AAAAAAAAE0Q/6axyc2MCmuk/s400/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ_tFx4AvI/AAAAAAAAE0I/Q32bOiaYYJs/s1600/IMG_2586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ_tFx4AvI/AAAAAAAAE0I/Q32bOiaYYJs/s400/IMG_2586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my lil' clean up crew. All in all we spent $0.00, one hour of our time and filled 5 bags, gathered recyclables and taught the children (with a gentle reminder to myself) about the importance of giving back to Mother Earth and our community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-4682028917291632341?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4682028917291632341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4682028917291632341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4682028917291632341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4682028917291632341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/raok-5.html' title='RAOK #5'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ_s2dyQmI/AAAAAAAAE0A/q0JKggPV89E/s72-c/IMG_2583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5091395082127439011</id><published>2010-10-10T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:52:33.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>God &amp; Me Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ5cUF_XBI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/VFdb1GvF09A/s1600/IMG_2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ5cUF_XBI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/VFdb1GvF09A/s320/IMG_2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dakota was recognized this past week for the completion of his God &amp;amp; Me series with pack 10 at Asbury United Methodist Church. Dad was his mentor during this self guided study and I am so grateful for the time the two boys had to bond together in their readings of Christ. Our son is turning into an amazing young man and I couldn't be more proud.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526615163977896242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ7NdswkTI/AAAAAAAAEzo/VewOfjA7oko/s400/IMG_2498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group of God and me students and their mentors were brought to the alter for a brief prayer and recognition of their achievement. The scouts were awarded a God and Me medal and a dog tag necklace with Mark 19:26 engraved on it. The scripture reads "With God, all things are possible".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ5dDGHzwI/AAAAAAAAEzY/06pr1dvK014/s1600/IMG_2500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ5dDGHzwI/AAAAAAAAEzY/06pr1dvK014/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Doctor crew (minus one) was in attendance and we are very grateful for the support they showed Dakota that evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ5dTm6vOI/AAAAAAAAEzg/j984j1aeV_c/s1600/IMG_2506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ5dTm6vOI/AAAAAAAAEzg/j984j1aeV_c/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  And here we are...our fam (minus one) in honor of Dakota and his mentor (Doc) for the successful completion of an amazing program.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5091395082127439011?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5091395082127439011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5091395082127439011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5091395082127439011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5091395082127439011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-me-ceremony.html' title='God &amp; Me Ceremony'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TLJ5cUF_XBI/AAAAAAAAEzQ/VFdb1GvF09A/s72-c/IMG_2499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3794071546298111560</id><published>2010-10-06T08:22:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:31:28.955-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #4</title><content type='html'>This week's random act of kindness was somewhat impromptu. I suppose they all are to a certain extent but this one had zero forethought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself going into the PennWell canteen each morning so I can get my fill of java to help kick start the day. Undoubtedly, the flavor of my choice for that day, no matter which one, is almost always empty. And naturally, I spend time restocking the flavor that I'm drinking so that the next poor soul in need of a caffeine fix will be pleasantly surprised to find that flavor completely restocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524924108360790210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKx5NEnWMMI/AAAAAAAAEzA/26Gtm_HtewI/s400/java.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today I restocked all of them! Now all my co-workers will be happy (not just the drinkers of my variety). Well...they'll at least be happy until noon when restocking is required again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3794071546298111560?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3794071546298111560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3794071546298111560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3794071546298111560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3794071546298111560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/10/raok-4.html' title='RAOK #4'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKx5NEnWMMI/AAAAAAAAEzA/26Gtm_HtewI/s72-c/java.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3197683598513899012</id><published>2010-09-28T19:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T20:00:59.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to decide if random acts of kindness are only classified as such if the you give anonymously. I'm thinking yes but then again, some very basic things can be done at random to those you love and it's still considered kindness. I suppose the rules aren't important anyhow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today was a good day. First off, I elected to stop by the donut shop after my morning workout and get some donuts for the kids...a suprise breakfast if you will. This doesn't count. But, while I was there I bought donuts for the neighbor kids too. Hopefully that counts for something even though they know they came from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522131569053918498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKKNZ5Bt5SI/AAAAAAAAEyU/23Rpt12yKA4/s400/neighbor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tonight I prepared a gift bag of fall season goodies. I included a candle, some earmuffs, body wash and peppermint lotion. I also added a Happy Fall notecard addressed to my neighbor, any neighbor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKKNfWkRkPI/AAAAAAAAEyc/f2ZDYgXl178/s1600/neighbor2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522131662882836722" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKKNfWkRkPI/AAAAAAAAEyc/f2ZDYgXl178/s400/neighbor2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Elle arrived home from soccer practice, I let her choose a random house of those who would receive today's RAOK. We went down the street, she delivered the bag and rang the door bell and took off! I caught a horrible, dark picture of her running away from the house and unfortunatley, the ones I captured of the homeowner at the door did not turn out. But boy did we have fun with our giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKKPXW2tdII/AAAAAAAAEys/H_CaOYMx5i4/s1600/IMG_2489r.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522133724544464002" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKKPXW2tdII/AAAAAAAAEys/H_CaOYMx5i4/s400/IMG_2489r.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3197683598513899012?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3197683598513899012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3197683598513899012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3197683598513899012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3197683598513899012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/raok-3.html' title='RAOK #3'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TKKNZ5Bt5SI/AAAAAAAAEyU/23Rpt12yKA4/s72-c/neighbor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7429627682515944229</id><published>2010-09-25T10:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T10:05:39.128-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Rhino the Dwarf Hamster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TJ4PTwxdKiI/AAAAAAAAEyM/mMYsbZXwbds/s1600/Rhino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520867025387072034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TJ4PTwxdKiI/AAAAAAAAEyM/mMYsbZXwbds/s400/Rhino.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota has been asking (for a while) about getting a new pet. He's mentioned a lizard, a snake, a dog, a fish and various types of rodents. So a few weeks ago we ventured to the pet store to see what we could find. It didn't take long for him to set his sights on a tiny dwarf hamster. He chose the one in the cage that was the most active. He liked how he raced on his wheel. And so, I introduce you to the newest member of our family. RHINO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, the kids are having to sleep down the hall and close the door to the room that Rhino sleeps in (or not).  It appears he's quite nocturnal AND active.  But we like him.  And we're gonna keep him.  Unless of course we lose him like we did the other day.  After 24 hours he finally found crouching down under the couch.  Whew...I thought the cat had him for dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7429627682515944229?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7429627682515944229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7429627682515944229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7429627682515944229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7429627682515944229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/rhino-dwarf-hamster.html' title='Rhino the Dwarf Hamster'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TJ4PTwxdKiI/AAAAAAAAEyM/mMYsbZXwbds/s72-c/Rhino.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-952215990872916892</id><published>2010-09-25T09:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:30:56.962-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TJ4HHg8XSzI/AAAAAAAAEyE/Me-WnEkCrmM/s1600/carnival.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520858018886404914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TJ4HHg8XSzI/AAAAAAAAEyE/Me-WnEkCrmM/s400/carnival.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday evening was the school carnival at the kid's elementary school. While I was supervising the silent auction tables, a woman talked to me about her son's disappointment for not winning an inflatable toy prize given at this particular carnival game. He was too little to successfully complete the game's task and kept walking away with only a Tootsie Roll. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota had already won 3 inflatable toys. So I asked him if he'd mind giving one up to a little boy who was struggling to win one. He said yes and so we found the mom and her son and Dakota presented the boy with a blown up football on a stick. The kid was SO excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a photo of the boy playing with it just moments after receiving this RAOK in OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-952215990872916892?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/952215990872916892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=952215990872916892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/952215990872916892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/952215990872916892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/raok-2.html' title='RAOK #2'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TJ4HHg8XSzI/AAAAAAAAEyE/Me-WnEkCrmM/s72-c/carnival.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6534871100487485365</id><published>2010-09-23T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:18:20.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RAOK'/><title type='text'>RAOK in OK</title><content type='html'>So, my friend over at &lt;a href="http://www.twolittlemissfritts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Two Little Miss Fritts &lt;/a&gt;had a link to an inspiring blog about random acts of kindness on her Facebook page. The owner of the &lt;a href="http://mixmingleglow.com/blog/?p=1358"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; wrote about how she celebrated her 38th birthday doing 38 random acts of kindness all in one day. I was so inspired by the idea that I decided to share it via email with several family members, friends and co-workers. A few folks were impressed and a few others were equally inspired to do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus begins my journey to make a conscious effort to do some random act of kindness (RAOK), Oklahoma (OK) style at least once a week for an unspecified amount of time. I'm hopeful that the newness of this quest doesn't wear thin. And I'm hopeful that I continue to be inspired by how I feel while and after doing these acts of kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I paid the bill for the lady in the drive thru line behind me at Braums. I didn't stick around to see her gratitude once she realized that her bill was already taken care of. But when the cashier asked if I knew the woman in my rearview mirror and I replied "No", I was pleased to see her joy at the thoughtfulness of the jesture. And so...here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixmingleglow.com/blog/?p=1358"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6534871100487485365?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6534871100487485365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6534871100487485365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6534871100487485365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6534871100487485365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/raok-in-ok.html' title='RAOK in OK'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7240069740420436851</id><published>2010-09-17T09:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T10:04:00.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><title type='text'>Oh how I wish I had that.</title><content type='html'>I know you're not supposed to covet thy neighbor but dang, these people impress me. Check them out because I'm certain they will inspire you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ashleyannphotography.com/blog/"&gt;Under&lt;/a&gt; the Sycamore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/fosterkadedesigns"&gt;Foster&lt;/a&gt; Kade Designs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://karaspartyideas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kara's&lt;/a&gt; Party Ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://milasdaydreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mila's&lt;/a&gt; Day Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7240069740420436851?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7240069740420436851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7240069740420436851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7240069740420436851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7240069740420436851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-how-i-wish-i-had-that.html' title='Oh how I wish I had that.'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1349222273745730643</id><published>2010-09-14T08:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:45:36.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Her Soccer Debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TI97FVm-tOI/AAAAAAAAExU/mTC0T5BeBTU/s1600/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516763400182346978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TI97FVm-tOI/AAAAAAAAExU/mTC0T5BeBTU/s320/soccer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle is officially a soccer player. She has a gift...well comparatively speaking to some other children I've seen. Her team is The Renegades. Her coach knows what he's doing but most importantly, he makes if fun for the girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516764037109112290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TI97qaWJ3eI/AAAAAAAAExs/Pn8YQxCKnqI/s320/soccer3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Renegades lost a little to a lot but rallied during the second half. Elle played well and I'm proud of my little kicker! She is going to have to work on keeping her tongue in her mouth while she runs though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516764342431978610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TI978LwzFHI/AAAAAAAAEx0/9duqTcmgnj0/s320/soccer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516764613651510498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TI98L-IktOI/AAAAAAAAEx8/PD6Snvp3jv0/s320/soccer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TI97POy-PAI/AAAAAAAAExc/8sc9o7gZy7k/s1600/soccer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&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/7484889490606935689-1349222273745730643?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1349222273745730643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1349222273745730643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1349222273745730643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1349222273745730643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/09/her-soccer-debut.html' title='Her Soccer Debut'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/TI97FVm-tOI/AAAAAAAAExU/mTC0T5BeBTU/s72-c/soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-2452168685297743166</id><published>2010-08-31T20:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:09:16.369-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>It Takes Two</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember my &lt;a href="http://docfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-there-done-that.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt; years ago about teaching Dakota to ride a bike?  It appears that he and Elle are on different ends of the spectrum...as if anyone hadn't figured that out already.  You see, Dakota can do anything but often chooses not too.  He's intelligent and charming, coy and crafty (to get what he wants).  He requires a push and then excels beyond belief.  For her on the other hand, not everything comes easily.  But damn, she has some gusto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, my friends, is why she is riding a bike after only her second time on wheels!  I'm so proud of my fighter.  She was extremely frustrated on Sunday when I made her get outside and ride.  She even kicked the bike a time or two and frankly, I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stifle&lt;/span&gt; a snicker.  Today...she &lt;em&gt;asked&lt;/em&gt; to go practice.  She didn't cry.  She overcame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She too can do anything and I have no doubt that she will.  She will have to climb a mountain or two, but her view at the top will be beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-2452168685297743166?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2452168685297743166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=2452168685297743166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2452168685297743166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2452168685297743166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-takes-two.html' title='It Takes Two'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-2734688429299909419</id><published>2010-04-25T16:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:21:39.322-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><title type='text'>My first 13.1...Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S9SuGCIXnOI/AAAAAAAAEv8/IVsp8sOAzUk/s1600/IMG_1774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464183666581675234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S9SuGCIXnOI/AAAAAAAAEv8/IVsp8sOAzUk/s400/IMG_1774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a day that will go down in my record book.  I completed my first half marathon!  &lt;a href="http://okcmarathon.com/"&gt;13.1 miles &lt;/a&gt;and all in honor of the &lt;a href="http://www.oklahomacitynationalmemorial.org/"&gt;OKC Memorial&lt;/a&gt;.   "April 19, 1995. 9:02am. A bomb was detonated in the street in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, OK, destroying the Federal Building and killing 168 people. Hundreds more had their lives altered forever. The entire nation was changed by this worst act of terrorism by an American toward other Americans." - Thomas A. Hill III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three goals for today's race. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish in under 2 and 1/2 hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish without having to walk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I was successful in achieving all 3.  I can honestly say that this is one of my greatest achievements and is certainly my greatest physical achievement outside of birthing my two beautiful children.  And I can also honestly say that I never would have thought it would be possible.  I realize that people do it all the time.  Those people aren't me.  I'm a fast twitch muscle girl.  Endurance was never my thing.  But I did it and I am proud.  The body and Faith can go a long way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so grateful to have my husband and children standing near the finish line rooting me on.  I blew them kisses as I went by.  Their smiles and my own made it entirely worth while.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;During the run I was inspired but the spectators, their hospitality, signage, cheering, etc.  My favorite was a sign that said "Run This Bitch".  I literally laughed out loud and kept on going.  I also so a woman with a Nike tattoo and thought to myself "JUST DO IT".  And then took on the mantra, "I got this, I can do this".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also realized that all runners are not fit or fit looking.  One woman's running skirt hiked up her backside so much that she was showing her built-in panty and saggy hiney the entire time.  There is also a lot of litter the results from the race.  My "Save The Earth" sentiments were high.  &lt;/p&gt;I've marked 13.1 off my bucket list.  I'll consider another at another time.  For now, I'm icing my knees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who supported me and cheered me on during my training and during the race.  I'm glad to have done it with your love in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-2734688429299909419?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2734688429299909419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=2734688429299909419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2734688429299909419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2734688429299909419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first-131done.html' title='My first 13.1...Done!'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S9SuGCIXnOI/AAAAAAAAEv8/IVsp8sOAzUk/s72-c/IMG_1774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1491622574508079131</id><published>2010-03-26T13:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:59:09.288-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>My Cat Eats Kleenex</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453018208943423538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S60DK3HPQDI/AAAAAAAAEvk/aoWNmAGjUqQ/s400/buster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S60DcxYFkiI/AAAAAAAAEvs/iBsqR0vAAyw/s1600/buster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453018516641124898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S60DcxYFkiI/AAAAAAAAEvs/iBsqR0vAAyw/s400/buster2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453018683464478978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S60Dme138QI/AAAAAAAAEv0/7bb9NdupxR8/s400/buster3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted, Buster is going to be 15 years old in just a few months. However, he ate cat food this morning, promptly threw it up, then went to the Kleenex on my desk to have a few after dinner shreds of paper dessert. I suppose it tempers his tummy?  I have a bulimic, binge eating feline on my hands and I'm quite perplexed over it!&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/7484889490606935689-1491622574508079131?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1491622574508079131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1491622574508079131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1491622574508079131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1491622574508079131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cat-eats-kleenex.html' title='My Cat Eats Kleenex'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S60DK3HPQDI/AAAAAAAAEvk/aoWNmAGjUqQ/s72-c/buster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1825915999015355591</id><published>2010-01-24T11:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:23:11.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Mornings with my son.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1yBWpjrf2I/AAAAAAAAEZE/DeWIRi0mtxc/s1600-h/dak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430357476814585698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1yBWpjrf2I/AAAAAAAAEZE/DeWIRi0mtxc/s400/dak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty rare that I have Dakota all to myself.  Elle is spending the night at a friend's house and Doc just left for the gym.  Dakota and I snuggled in bed while I watched a movie on my laptop and he watched another on his PSP.  We shared time over cereal at the breakfast table and now I'm enjoying the quiet that exists in the home whenever it's only him and me.  Serenity with my boy...I love it.&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/7484889490606935689-1825915999015355591?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1825915999015355591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1825915999015355591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1825915999015355591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1825915999015355591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/mornings-with-my-son.html' title='Mornings with my son.'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1yBWpjrf2I/AAAAAAAAEZE/DeWIRi0mtxc/s72-c/dak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-529334647537254039</id><published>2010-01-17T17:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:12:47.391-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1OjvS24kuI/AAAAAAAAEKU/yUFcsZsB10Q/s1600-h/100_8633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1OjvS24kuI/AAAAAAAAEKU/yUFcsZsB10Q/s320/100_8633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1OjvNBpJ6I/AAAAAAAAEKM/MOZWLzdnaz0/s1600-h/100_8627.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had Buster for almost 15 years and I realized, not long ago, that I had such few recent pictures of him. I suppose that having children does that to people. They quickly turn the lens on the kids and forget to capture the emotions of their cat. Anyhow, the photo above was taken just today and the one below was taken during the Christmas holiday week. I think he looks so regal and just couldn't not share this with you all!  I do love him dearly...even when he walks all over my keyboard, gets in my face while I'm laying down to read.  He's my snuggle buddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427865706066414578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1OnGgKdC_I/AAAAAAAAEKc/TufWRnLILC4/s400/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-529334647537254039?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/529334647537254039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=529334647537254039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/529334647537254039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/529334647537254039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/buster.html' title='Buster'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S1OjvS24kuI/AAAAAAAAEKU/yUFcsZsB10Q/s72-c/100_8633.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8007610748899810100</id><published>2010-01-11T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:51:41.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S0vju9TJkdI/AAAAAAAAEHw/jdF4JRYXlpY/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S0vju9TJkdI/AAAAAAAAEHw/jdF4JRYXlpY/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was better than I could have imagined.  And even better than the holiday itself was the time we got to share with those we love.  My kiddos got to spend some time with my godson, Kai Tindall over the holiday.  It's always nice when he can come for a visit and although our time together was shorter than I would have liked, we definitely made the best of it.  In this photo Kai is enjoying a sausage biscuit breakfast while Dakota shows him a fart video no doubt...and then there is Elle wearing her Easter ears.  Well...at least it's in the spirit of Jesus.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8007610748899810100?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8007610748899810100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8007610748899810100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8007610748899810100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8007610748899810100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-my-children.html' title='All My Children'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/S0vju9TJkdI/AAAAAAAAEHw/jdF4JRYXlpY/s72-c/IMG_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5477238335743636168</id><published>2010-01-11T09:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:31:21.477-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><title type='text'>A Year of Healing has launched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://12monthsofhealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://12monthsofhealing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by "A Year of Mornings: 3191 Miles Apart", Amanda and Candice have committed to sharing images, on a daily basis, of the things in their lives that bring them happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5477238335743636168?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5477238335743636168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5477238335743636168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5477238335743636168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5477238335743636168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/year-of-healing-has-launched.html' title='A Year of Healing has launched'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1330874564908782410</id><published>2009-12-17T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:35:08.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas &amp; Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Syr4WX9N16I/AAAAAAAADmM/k-9wDTB2T18/s1600-h/Doctor+Holiday+Card+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416414565138028450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Syr4WX9N16I/AAAAAAAADmM/k-9wDTB2T18/s400/Doctor+Holiday+Card+2009.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/7484889490606935689-1330874564908782410?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1330874564908782410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1330874564908782410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1330874564908782410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1330874564908782410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas &amp; 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It went pretty well despite her shy moments.  Her lips are chapped from all the tongue action though!  I must admit, I'm impressed with her attentativeness.  She definitely wants to get it right.  We're so proud of our little dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95aeaea978612fc2" 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://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95aeaea978612fc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331699364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AF9AD6254696C4DE541ECE525AC650EE49AAA3D.724D4AA84E08C3B08E2BCE3DF3CBD382189A4FB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95aeaea978612fc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMlLLtpWZue2nzTkF34VA-8UKMnc&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://v10.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95aeaea978612fc2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331699364%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AF9AD6254696C4DE541ECE525AC650EE49AAA3D.724D4AA84E08C3B08E2BCE3DF3CBD382189A4FB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95aeaea978612fc2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMlLLtpWZue2nzTkF34VA-8UKMnc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-4237062331222444308?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4237062331222444308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4237062331222444308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4237062331222444308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4237062331222444308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/elles-winter-recital.html' title='Elle&apos;s Winter Recital'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8321999208063155121</id><published>2009-10-09T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:58:04.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workout Playlist Recommendations</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I asked my Facebook friends to help me get more creative with my exercise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; by providing three recommendations from their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt;. I got some good ones so I thought that I would share them with you. Enjoy the sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1658704305"&gt;Angela Godwin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites on my running &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; is The Who's "Who Are You". For me, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BPM&lt;/span&gt; matches my stride and really gets me going. I also really like "American Girl", Tom Petty. :) If you really want something different, though, try some Japanese techno. Seriously! e.g., Anything from the Dance Dance Revolution soundtrack is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1050748176"&gt;Erin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Burkholder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Leaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fergilicious&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fergie&lt;/span&gt;, I know you want me by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pitbull&lt;/span&gt;, and Philadelphia Freedom by Elton John (i was getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;desparate&lt;/span&gt; for the 3rd one, but it's a good song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1098412729"&gt;Cathy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Schmitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose yourself by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;eminem&lt;/span&gt;, its awesome..weapon of choice by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;fatboy&lt;/span&gt; slim..and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;definetly&lt;/span&gt; anything by prodigy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ncarterwarren"&gt;Nicolle Carter Warren&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertigo by U2. American Woman by The Guess Who. Get UR Freak on by Missy Elliott. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1471238785"&gt;Krystal Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes two- rob base and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;dj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ez&lt;/span&gt;, don't stop the music- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;rhianna&lt;/span&gt;, and I told you so- Keith urban. Pass your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; on when you're done, sounds like a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1641640825"&gt;Jason Doctor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;KJ's&lt;/span&gt; favorite workout/ running tunes- It's Raining Men, Karma Chameleon, Ladies Night, Sex You Up, I Got You Babe (he likes to sing Cher's part), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Copa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kabana&lt;/span&gt;, Wake Me Up Before you Go, Half Breed (really most anything by Cher)&lt;br /&gt;October 1 at 8:31am · Delete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/bill.langenheim"&gt;Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Langenheim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise you by Fat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Boyslim&lt;/span&gt;. The Verve's Bitter Sweet Symphony. Those start slow but build fast. For the best intro in the history of Rock, it's Meat Loaf's Bat Out Of Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=780184464"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;KJ&lt;/span&gt; Little&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, "If I could turn back time" is a motivator. Never can go wrong with Color Me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Badd&lt;/span&gt;, N.K.O.T.B., or Milli &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Vanilli&lt;/span&gt;. Really hitting the road hard recently with anything from "Glee".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jmhlindsey"&gt;Jennifer Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;INXS&lt;/span&gt; that I love to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1607252563"&gt;Kathleen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Cahill&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Wackowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dancing in the Streets" by Martha and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Vandellas&lt;/span&gt; (aging myself) "Shipping up to Boston" by Dropkick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Murphys&lt;/span&gt; and for something completely different "Christmas Eve Sarajevo" by Trans Siberian Orchestra, great driving rhythms for running and maybe it will inspire you to get your Christmas Shopping done early :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1440248064"&gt;Angie Cox &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;McAfee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta have some Top Gun Danger Zone! :) Little Rocky Eye of the Tiger... topped off with Vacation's chariots of fire! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1805826295"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Mindi&lt;/span&gt; Murphy Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mama Mia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Soundrack&lt;/span&gt; is the best at least for walking as the tunes are a mixture of quick and not so quick. Perhaps there might be something of interest for those who can run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chris.caughernfisher"&gt;Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Caughern&lt;/span&gt; Fisher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nickelback&lt;/span&gt; has some good fast, crazy possessive, hip hop police, all the above,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;megamix&lt;/span&gt; by 2 unlimited,turn it up by autograph , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;flo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;rida&lt;/span&gt; is fun need more? I have a bundle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/chris.caughernfisher"&gt;Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Caughern&lt;/span&gt; Fisher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;jovi&lt;/span&gt; too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/beth.akins"&gt;Beth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Akins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pump Up the Volume by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;MARRS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also...Rhythm Nation by Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/cdoctor?v=app_2347471856&amp;amp;ref=name#/profile.php?id=1000926357&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Leibrandt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit Up- Buck Cherry , Thunder Struck AC/DC, Wild Side- Motley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Crue&lt;/span&gt;, Unchain my heart- Motley &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Crue&lt;/span&gt;, Eat the rich-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8321999208063155121?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8321999208063155121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8321999208063155121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8321999208063155121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8321999208063155121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/workout-playlist-recommendations.html' title='Workout Playlist Recommendations'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6128451521429846153</id><published>2009-09-11T05:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:58:47.016-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Elle's First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SqorxUAU9zI/AAAAAAAADRg/hX2O9wKjm8U/s1600-h/100_8273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SqorxUAU9zI/AAAAAAAADRg/hX2O9wKjm8U/s320/100_8273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Her first day of Kindergarten was August 12th and I almost cannot believe that both my children are school aged now. I must say, she was more ready to make this transition in life than most five year old kids that I know.  She's quite the social butterfly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380161864156549938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SqostcsnkzI/AAAAAAAADRo/d7EuSCeGg_M/s320/100_8287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;She was fortunate enough to be assigned to Mrs. Grant's class. Mrs. Grant was Dakota's Kindergarten teacher also and we love her. Elle is enjoying school and her new social setting very much. Her only complaint is the cafeteria food so we've been packing a lunch most days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;We couldn't be more proud of our strong little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6128451521429846153?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6128451521429846153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6128451521429846153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6128451521429846153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6128451521429846153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/elles-first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Elle&apos;s First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SqorxUAU9zI/AAAAAAAADRg/hX2O9wKjm8U/s72-c/100_8273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3387987925353030003</id><published>2009-06-27T06:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:01:00.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer'/><title type='text'>Avon Walk for Breast Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SkX6GD3LtqI/AAAAAAAADK8/uB6dIq47fK8/s1600-h/bm-image-792641.null"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351958714222622370" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SkX6GD3LtqI/AAAAAAAADK8/uB6dIq47fK8/s320/bm-image-792641.null" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Kelly, Jen, Amanda, Jill and I arrived yesterday afternoon at the Keystone Resort in Keystone, CO. It's now 4:45 a.m. And I cannot sleep due to the anticapation for what awaits me. In one hour we will head to the opening ceremony where more than 1500 people will start their walk to fight breast cancer. &lt;p&gt;I'm excited and worried (mostly about blisters) but I know it will be amazing. And fortunately, I will have a beautiful view of God's creation of this part of our country to occupy my thoughts. &lt;p&gt;This photo was taken from the back proch of our condo, Key Condo. &lt;p&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3387987925353030003?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3387987925353030003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3387987925353030003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3387987925353030003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3387987925353030003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/avon-walk-for-breast-cancer.html' title='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SkX6GD3LtqI/AAAAAAAADK8/uB6dIq47fK8/s72-c/bm-image-792641.null' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-4134461189778291931</id><published>2009-06-21T08:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T06:00:36.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer'/><title type='text'>Avon Walk for Breast Cancer Garage Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sj4y8HjszxI/AAAAAAAADI4/ES6bAtGKdKU/s1600-h/bm-image-756629.jpe"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349769415765053202" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sj4y8HjszxI/AAAAAAAADI4/ES6bAtGKdKU/s320/bm-image-756629.jpe" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday's fundraising efforts were a success! We raised over $600 that is going to off-set travel expenses and/or is being donated to the cause. We are less than 1 week away from the 39 mile walk in Keystone, CO. &lt;p&gt;I'm looking forward to this amazing opportunity to spend time with my friends, see the beautiful countryside and donate more than $7,000 in the name of Team J.A.C.K. &lt;p&gt;A heartfelt thanks to all of our supporters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-4134461189778291931?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4134461189778291931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4134461189778291931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4134461189778291931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4134461189778291931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/avon-walk-for-breast-cancer-garage-sale.html' title='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer Garage Sale'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sj4y8HjszxI/AAAAAAAADI4/ES6bAtGKdKU/s72-c/bm-image-756629.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1240044509547903770</id><published>2009-06-09T17:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:08:20.189-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cousins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;We just returned from an awesome family vacation to DisneyWorld.  But before I get into a recap of that, I wanted to share some memories that were made as we passed through OKC.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="center"&gt;As many you know, Mandi and I grew up together.  Although she lived in Muskogee and I was in Tulsa, there was rarely a summer that went by when we didn't spend some time visiting one another and sharing many a memory.  As we became adolescents, we spent even more time together and over the years we have been fortunate enough to strengthen our friendship as adult women.  Before we were born, our moms were similarly close and as far as we know, our grandmothers were loving sisters.  And so now we offer the same to a fourth generation.  Dakota and Elle spent some quality time with their cousin Hal while Doc and I caught up with Mandi and K.J.  We were especially glad to spend the evening with cousin Scott whom we see far less of but thoroughly enjoy each encounter we have with him.   Although our visit was short, I'm grateful for the time we had.  I hope we're able to continue finding time for our families to be close and I hope that our kids do the same for their children and their cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Si7nXezCspI/AAAAAAAADIg/enWWLnPRnG0/s1600-h/100_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Si7nXezCspI/AAAAAAAADIg/enWWLnPRnG0/s320/100_0149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  The Kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="right"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Si7nX8pyTpI/AAAAAAAADIo/2iOlSWSBZvk/s1600-h/100_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Si7nX8pyTpI/AAAAAAAADIo/2iOlSWSBZvk/s320/100_0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="right"&gt;The Boys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="right"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Si7nX6fSX4I/AAAAAAAADIw/g77hAu1kJf8/s1600-h/100e0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Si7nX6fSX4I/AAAAAAAADIw/g77hAu1kJf8/s320/100e0176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px" align="left"&gt;  And The Girls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1240044509547903770?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1240044509547903770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1240044509547903770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1240044509547903770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1240044509547903770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/06/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Si7nXezCspI/AAAAAAAADIg/enWWLnPRnG0/s72-c/100_0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-667002642295580779</id><published>2009-05-19T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:49:35.881-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Dakota's Tiger Cub Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/ShNhb9dpGmI/AAAAAAAADIY/FykeGRDHURA/s1600-h/100_7910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/ShNhb9dpGmI/AAAAAAAADIY/FykeGRDHURA/s320/100_7910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Dakota! He graduated from a Tiger Scout to a Wolf Scout just this past weekend. He seems to be enjoying this program so far. We had to try something different since soccer didn't seem to interest him much anymore. He's a little timid of other sports activities so we're taking a break and doing Scouts for now. Hopefully we can add another activity into the mix come fall. He's going to be a 2nd grader in August and I cannot believe it. Time really does fly! &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-667002642295580779?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/667002642295580779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7704658204015983886</id><published>2009-04-29T19:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:22:17.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Dakota's TV Appearance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ec6adc4c9ff76df" 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" 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href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7704658204015983886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7704658204015983886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7704658204015983886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7704658204015983886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/dakotas-tv-appearance.html' title='Dakota&apos;s TV Appearance'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6420781299590631892</id><published>2009-04-22T20:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:27:53.567-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>BAPS District Art Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Se_EBTxDWKI/AAAAAAAADFo/7Q95AlmBtFg/s1600-h/100_7735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Se_EBTxDWKI/AAAAAAAADFo/7Q95AlmBtFg/s320/100_7735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota was one of only several 1st graders from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Westwood&lt;/span&gt; Elementary to have a copy of work on display at the 2009 Broken Arrow District Art Show. He told us that this was his "Fall Drawing". You might notice that he colored a brown person inside the house and he told us that his dad inside. And he's the "peach" colored person driving the car! He even decorated the lawn with a few harvest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gourds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so proud of our little artist! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6420781299590631892?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6420781299590631892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6420781299590631892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6420781299590631892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6420781299590631892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/baps-district-art-show.html' title='BAPS District Art Show'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Se_EBTxDWKI/AAAAAAAADFo/7Q95AlmBtFg/s72-c/100_7735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3354100177854702178</id><published>2009-04-10T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:10:23.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Lucky Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sd_t_-0XCeI/AAAAAAAADEw/SNITa_kupP0/s1600-h/bm-image-723129.null"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sd_t_-0XCeI/AAAAAAAADEw/SNITa_kupP0/s320/bm-image-723129.null"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323234968025369058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went to Lucia&amp;#39;s 6th birthday party at Leapin&amp;#39; Louies.  At first, Dakota didn&amp;#39;t want to swim without a shirt because he didn&amp;#39;t want any girls he knew to see his boobies.  I guess he got over it because the demands for the shirt were short lived.&lt;p&gt;As it turns out, he was the life of the party, being the only boy and all.  They chased and dunked him and his only escape was the hottub which the girls thought was too hot.&lt;p&gt;I think this may have been his favorite party in a while and even though he pretended not to like all the attention, he sure was telling his daddy all about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3354100177854702178?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3354100177854702178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3354100177854702178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3354100177854702178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3354100177854702178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-lucky-guy.html' title='One Lucky Guy'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sd_t_-0XCeI/AAAAAAAADEw/SNITa_kupP0/s72-c/bm-image-723129.null' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3481513779717502900</id><published>2009-04-03T21:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:41:03.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Standing the Test of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SdbIISDyPPI/AAAAAAAADEo/kpYSurT_kK8/s1600-h/100_7734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SdbIISDyPPI/AAAAAAAADEo/kpYSurT_kK8/s320/100_7734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice to have friends who have stood the test of time. On the far left is Kathy Jones, Krystal's mother. Kathy spent a fair amount of time grounding Krystal from spending time with both Camden and me. And yet, here we all are again, spending time together as thirty-something women who are celebrating the pending arrival of baby Reece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gathered this evening for good food and some good fun and conversation at &lt;a href="http://www.elguaposcantina.net/"&gt;El Guapo's &lt;/a&gt;restaurant. How great it is to have love like this! Here sister in law joined us as did her friend Amanda. We were all very grateful for a girl's night out and for a reason to celebrate. We're very much looking forward to the arrival of Reece Joseph Williams! Buenos Noches! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3481513779717502900?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3481513779717502900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3481513779717502900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3481513779717502900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3481513779717502900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/04/standing-test-of-time.html' title='Standing the Test of Time'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SdbIISDyPPI/AAAAAAAADEo/kpYSurT_kK8/s72-c/100_7734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-2564274383130622366</id><published>2009-03-28T18:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:52:59.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer'/><title type='text'>Avon Walk for Breast Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sc61-YCLWLI/AAAAAAAADEI/27ASmb1jYAI/s1600-h/1810_1702971490_custom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318388293179234482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sc61-YCLWLI/AAAAAAAADEI/27ASmb1jYAI/s320/1810_1702971490_custom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? Just a few days ago I went for a haircut and was reminded about why I'm walking in the &lt;a href="http://www.avonwalk.org/"&gt;Avon Walk for Breast Cancer&lt;/a&gt;.  My hairdresser, Angela, has been diagnosed with breast cancer. She is without health insurance and as if living with the knowledge that she has cancer isn't enough, she's living with the loss of her mother and one sister who lost the fight against breast cancer. &lt;a href="http://www.tulsaprojectwoman.com/"&gt;Tulsa Project Woman &lt;/a&gt;gave her some complimentary testing and now she's receiving treatment with the help of governmental aid. But it's organizations like Avon and this walk that continue to support women who cannot pay. For that, I am grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have any interest in supporting this cause and my fundraising efforts, you can visit &lt;a href="http://www.avonwalk.org/goto/candicewalksforacure"&gt;www.avonwalk.org/goto/candicewalksforacure&lt;/a&gt;.  And thank you to Jen for inviting me, to Kelly for inviting her and for Amanda and Jill who were brave enough to join in on the fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-2564274383130622366?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2564274383130622366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=2564274383130622366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2564274383130622366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2564274383130622366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/avon-walk-for-breast-cancer.html' title='Avon Walk for Breast Cancer'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/Sc61-YCLWLI/AAAAAAAADEI/27ASmb1jYAI/s72-c/1810_1702971490_custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5952996227685180270</id><published>2009-03-15T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T10:50:11.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice and jason'/><title type='text'>11 Years of Togetherness</title><content type='html'>Doc and I recently celebrated our 11 year anniversary.  In some ways, it's hard to believe it's been so long and then again, it sort of feels like just the beginning.  He says it feels like 52 years...I think he's counting in dog years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the same &lt;a href="http://www.doubletreehotelwarrenplace.com/java/20.html"&gt;restaurant&lt;/a&gt; where we celebrated our 1 year anniversary and spent the evening at the same hotel.  We spent the morning taking a nice walk at LaFortune park.  It was sort of like we weren't even in our own home town.  I'm not really sure what's happened to the Warren Duck Club.  That restaurant used to be the place to be but we ended up being at only one of a few occupied tables.  Well it was the thought that counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to his parents and mine who have successfully mastered many decades of matrimony!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5952996227685180270?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5952996227685180270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5952996227685180270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5952996227685180270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5952996227685180270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/11-years-of-togetherness.html' title='11 Years of Togetherness'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-2984810398575106957</id><published>2009-02-21T11:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:17:38.901-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Bake Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SaA3M0wQTxI/AAAAAAAADAo/pu1-SWiyXG8/s1600-h/bm-image-758932.null"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SaA3M0wQTxI/AAAAAAAADAo/pu1-SWiyXG8/s160/bm-image-758932.null"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305301054501441298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I remember my Easy Bake oven, do you?  I felt very grown up baking my very own cake.  And now Elle has this memory too. &lt;p&gt;Everything about the oven is the same except for maybe the addition of extreme safety warnings.  Another thing I realized is that 25 years later, it&amp;#39;s tough to find a clear, non-soft white, non-energy effecient light bulb.  The Easy Bake oven requirements have not caught up with the advancements and concerns over America&amp;#39;s carbon foorprint.  &lt;p&gt;The cake still tastes like shit.  She only wanted to eat the sprinkles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-2984810398575106957?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2984810398575106957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=2984810398575106957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2984810398575106957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2984810398575106957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/easy-bake-memories.html' title='Easy Bake Memories'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SaA3M0wQTxI/AAAAAAAADAo/pu1-SWiyXG8/s72-c/bm-image-758932.null' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7347719795417399646</id><published>2009-02-07T10:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:46:59.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You got to know when to hold em'.</title><content type='html'>My husband is a gambler. I am not. He is good at it. I am not. He would do a lot more of it but I won't let him. What can I say? I'm tight with my money and he's a dreamer. Usually though, Doc knows he's going to win and sometimes his manifestation comes true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having pizza with some friends last night, we stopped by Tulsa's &lt;a href="http://www.cherokeecasino.com/"&gt;Cherokee Casino&lt;/a&gt;. My sweet husband took me to the bar where the band plays because he knew that music is more my thing. And FYI, the smoke in that place was BAD. I felt like I was stuck in an elevator with 12 European chain smoking fanatics. So we listened to the band (and laughed at the guitar player who had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prosthetic&lt;/span&gt; penis in his pants...I just know it), and played a little in-bar poker. He put in $20. I was thinking about how much I'd like to have $20. I'd get one of those cheap &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pedis&lt;/span&gt; from the Vietnamese chop shop. And he? He nearly doubled his money and paid for our beer. I like free beer. And I love that he didn't make me witness the loss of that $20. He's a good man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7347719795417399646?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7347719795417399646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7347719795417399646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7347719795417399646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7347719795417399646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-got-to-know-when-to-hold-em.html' title='You got to know when to hold em&apos;.'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8805129149372675562</id><published>2009-01-27T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T08:10:16.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OK Ice Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SX8VwyHve2I/AAAAAAAAC5E/qTR9-hTYsws/s1600-h/100_7152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SX8VwyHve2I/AAAAAAAAC5E/qTR9-hTYsws/s160/100_7152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at the crack of dawn to the sound of sleet hitting the windown pane.  And oddly enough, I also heard thunder and saw lightening.  What kind of place gets icy precip and a thunder storm at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SX8VxKGhq2I/AAAAAAAAC5M/j1MTa2phZ4c/s1600-h/100_7154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SX8VxKGhq2I/AAAAAAAAC5M/j1MTa2phZ4c/s160/100_7154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Japanese Maple held strong the last time one of these winter storms blowed through these parts and I sure hope she can do it again.  I love this tree.  I got it for Mother's Day 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SX8VxjPDkdI/AAAAAAAAC5U/sF-MF8t_AH0/s1600-h/100_7155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SX8VxjPDkdI/AAAAAAAAC5U/sF-MF8t_AH0/s160/100_7155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we were planning to rework this flower garden again this spring anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see why I am working from home today.  The streets faired no better than the rest.  I'd really planned on not getting out in this crud today but Jason left his truck downtown after the AC/DC concert last night.  I guess the parking garage traffic was unreal.  Ah, the joys of owning property.  I'd almost rather leave it than drive on this stuff.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:NONE'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8805129149372675562?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8805129149372675562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8805129149372675562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8805129149372675562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8805129149372675562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/ok-ice-storms.html' title='OK Ice Storms'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SX8VwyHve2I/AAAAAAAAC5E/qTR9-hTYsws/s72-c/100_7152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6126592889473192006</id><published>2009-01-24T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T10:57:55.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SXtIlHkiYpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/54ID6AI6w7o/s1600-h/bm-image-775943.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SXtIlHkiYpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/54ID6AI6w7o/s160/bm-image-775943.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294905589428806290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dakota was paid a visit by the toothfairy!  He is 7 years and 2 months old and it seems much delayed considering all the Kindergarten kids at his school already have gaps in their teeth.  Wonder if that means his permanent ones will last longer?&lt;p&gt;He&amp;#39;s quite cute and $5 richer.  I told him the toothfairy probably won&amp;#39;t be as gracious with the second tooth.  There are onl so many firsts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6126592889473192006?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6126592889473192006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6126592889473192006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6126592889473192006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6126592889473192006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/1st-tooth.html' title='1st Tooth'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SXtIlHkiYpI/AAAAAAAAC4k/54ID6AI6w7o/s72-c/bm-image-775943.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6986253829894001021</id><published>2009-01-18T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:26:24.222-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><title type='text'>True or False?</title><content type='html'>What's your opinion?  Is it true or false that the busiest people are also the most productive people?  I'm hoping the answer is true.  I'm busier than a worker bee and yet I relish the activity.  I live in a constant state of over-doing and yet I don't seem to mind.  So long as my body gets plenty of sleep, I'm content to push, and push, and push. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this weekend for example.  I had a girls night at my parent's lake house on Friday evening.  I made it home on Saturday with enough time to fit in a 30 minutes walk, laundry, house cleaning and even watched a bit of DVD'd American Idol before my family walked in the door.  We then shared some great family time, more house stuff, book reading, etc.  Today was just as action packed but with a &lt;a href="http://www.stonebridgeparkhoa.com/"&gt;HOA&lt;/a&gt; meeting tacked onto the evening.  I even had my daughter in tow and she had a ball playing with the neighbor's baby and chatting away with the baby's momma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even now that the kids are fast asleep, I cannot decide if I should blog, Facebook, work or read my latest &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Babylon-Rolling-Novel-Amanda-Boyden/dp/0375425330/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232335451&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;novel&lt;/a&gt;.  Sometimes I wish for greater simplicity in life and sometimes I'm grateful for all the energy.  Tonight, I feel alive and well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6986253829894001021?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6986253829894001021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6986253829894001021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6986253829894001021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6986253829894001021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/true-or-false.html' title='True or False?'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6899195458554599622</id><published>2009-01-07T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:42:01.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So you had a bad day?</title><content type='html'>Yes, today was bad, sad, you name it.  We had a small round of layoffs today and while I was not on the receiving end of it (this time), I had to deliver the news to a very sweet man who has three kids in college.  Where is the beauty in that?  None.  But it's business and I suppose that I of all people should be used to such decisions.  I'm seeking the silver lining and I know there is some.  As my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt; used to say, "When we fall out of God's hands, we land in His lap".  Thank heavens for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6899195458554599622?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6899195458554599622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6899195458554599622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6899195458554599622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6899195458554599622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='So you had a bad day?'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6744238884109028721</id><published>2008-12-31T16:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:50:53.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>The beautiful thing about a blog is that you don't have to spend New Year's Eve documenting all of the things that happened this year.  If people really want to know, they can read the blog history.  Lucky for me!  But I did want to share a &lt;a href="http://www.tulsaworld.com/webextra/content/2008/slideshows/TW2008PHOTOS/index.aspx"&gt;pictorial review of 2008 &lt;/a&gt;(of things in and around Tulsa) provided by Tulsa World.  While most of these happenings don't have anything to do with me, they are about &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; and that's what I'll be celebrating in 2009! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6744238884109028721?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6744238884109028721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6744238884109028721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6744238884109028721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6744238884109028721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7786150014496953097</id><published>2008-12-21T11:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:16:11.762-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Granny &amp; Papa Doc's 65th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SVARRLomYqI/AAAAAAAACcg/0cGDkxaa4Ts/s1600-h/100_6380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282741349784117922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SVARRLomYqI/AAAAAAAACcg/0cGDkxaa4Ts/s320/100_6380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixty five years is a long time for anything. But for Jason's grandparents, it is representative of the time they've spent together as a married couple. Weekend before last, we drove to Quinton, OK to celebrate this occassion with the family and I caught myself feeling very sentimental about marriage, family and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SU5_afekvLI/AAAAAAAACbg/sbnjPd4_G2Q/s1600-h/100_6386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SU5_afekvLI/AAAAAAAACbg/sbnjPd4_G2Q/s160/100_6386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are five children that are the products of this amazing marriage. Gammy Sandy is one of five children and Jason, Shara and Kara are three of 13 grandchildren. Most all were in attendance to share in this special occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SU5_ahPlKZI/AAAAAAAACbo/dOJKK2eDveg/s1600-h/100_6394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SU5_ahPlKZI/AAAAAAAACbo/dOJKK2eDveg/s160/100_6394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota and Elle are two of 12 great-grandchildren. It brings us so much joy watching the kiddos play with their cousins and the both of them really enjoy their time on the ranch. Cousin Rynda is Elle's favorite of all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SU5_aiaNy5I/AAAAAAAACbw/J9Ckum6eD3c/s1600-h/100_6410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SU5_aiaNy5I/AAAAAAAACbw/J9Ckum6eD3c/s160/100_6410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SVAQ9WGVQtI/AAAAAAAACcQ/xxcI_aOneVk/s1600-h/100_6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282741008995795666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SVAQ9WGVQtI/AAAAAAAACcQ/xxcI_aOneVk/s200/100_6419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SVAQ9gpDaJI/AAAAAAAACcY/u4tU5X5QIjY/s1600-h/100_6422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282741011825780882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SVAQ9gpDaJI/AAAAAAAACcY/u4tU5X5QIjY/s200/100_6422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of the grandchildren read a paragraph or two from the story of Granny and Grandpa's life together. I was amazed to learn that Granny and Papa Doc met for the first time when there were 11 and 10 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a proud day this was and I feel very blessed to be a part of this family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484889490606935689-7786150014496953097?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7786150014496953097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7786150014496953097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7786150014496953097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7786150014496953097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/granny-papa-docs-65th-wedding.html' title='Granny &amp; Papa Doc&apos;s 65th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SVARRLomYqI/AAAAAAAACcg/0cGDkxaa4Ts/s72-c/100_6380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-277523439511540808</id><published>2008-12-15T07:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:22:07.509-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Elle's Winter Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZZx9Gnc5I/AAAAAAAACY8/viUEELeHl3g/s1600-h/100_6349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZZx9Gnc5I/AAAAAAAACY8/viUEELeHl3g/s320/100_6349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's winter recital was ballet and I couldn't have been more excited. We were instructed to wear plain clothes and Miss Kristy added the headband and skirt to each girls' attire. Elle was precious and very happy to have had a cookie party afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZZyONhZZI/AAAAAAAACZE/YpMBC8Wdvok/s1600-h/100_6351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZZyONhZZI/AAAAAAAACZE/YpMBC8Wdvok/s320/100_6351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was concentrating very hard on the task at hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZZyEpnDSI/AAAAAAAACZM/oBaBW0Fuo8M/s1600-h/100_6355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZZyEpnDSI/AAAAAAAACZM/oBaBW0Fuo8M/s320/100_6355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful ballerina! To see all the pics, visit her online by clicking here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: 194px"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left 50%; HEIGHT: 194px" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/candiced2008/Winter2008StudioRecital?authkey=bGYU64KR5EA#"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 1px 0px 0px 4px" height="160" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZYl42ZYYE/AAAAAAAACYg/TUucKc8do_I/s160-c/Winter2008StudioRecital.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: #4d4d4d; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://picasaweb.google.com/candiced2008/Winter2008StudioRecital?authkey=bGYU64KR5EA#"&gt;Winter 2008 Studio Recital&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-277523439511540808?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/277523439511540808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=277523439511540808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/277523439511540808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/277523439511540808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/elles-winter-dance-recital.html' title='Elle&apos;s Winter Dance Recital'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SUZZx9Gnc5I/AAAAAAAACY8/viUEELeHl3g/s72-c/100_6349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-4350162837410580910</id><published>2008-12-12T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:17:49.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkie</title><content type='html'>I have to admit it, I'm a Facebook junkie. I love it.  And after weeks of encouraging my huband to join in on the fun, he finally mde the jump.  I've really enjoyed catching up with old friends and acquainences and silly as it sounds, I love reading their status updates.  Is Facebook addiction a real thing?  I'm beginning to think so.  See you online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-4350162837410580910?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4350162837410580910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4350162837410580910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4350162837410580910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4350162837410580910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/junkie.html' title='Junkie'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1294623602424010207</id><published>2008-11-29T07:39:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T07:39:00.978-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>7 Years, Where does the time go?</title><content type='html'>&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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1AVIW_dEI/AAAAAAAACTk/SxbhfI4K2ok/s1600-h/100_5552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272941470486066242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1AVIW_dEI/AAAAAAAACTk/SxbhfI4K2ok/s320/100_5552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was seven years ago at this very moment when I gave birth to my handsome little boy. The surprise that we were having a boy was told to us even before we heard his first cry. That's the case when a baby who is frank breach is taken from his mother's womb during surgery. I can remember it pefectly..."It's a boy!" said the doctor. Jason and I immediately started to cry and laugh at the same time. "Is everything alright? I don't hear him crying." I asked. "Everything is fine. We just haven't delivered his head yet." Everything was more than fine, it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota is now a first grader and is wise beyond his years. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1DrWZhvLI/AAAAAAAACU0/zAM23z1cZz8/s1600-h/100_5265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272945150746803378" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1DrWZhvLI/AAAAAAAACU0/zAM23z1cZz8/s200/100_5265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1A5_XtlKI/AAAAAAAACT0/JH0dK9TKfzc/s1600-h/100_5265.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Ak29p4EI/AAAAAAAACTs/r24F9yrzrC0/s1600-h/100_4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272941740694298690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Ak29p4EI/AAAAAAAACTs/r24F9yrzrC0/s200/100_4846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves to read and ride his bike and like most boys his age, he loves some time on the Playstation. We're proud of Dakota and his academic accomplishments and even more so of his gentle disposition. His teacher tells us that he has a natural ability to lead and there are times that we're fortunate enough to witness his peer interaction and see the potential this young man has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1BMXTOFQI/AAAAAAAACT8/oOg5Lq9z8sc/s1600-h/100_5924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272942419389584642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1BMXTOFQI/AAAAAAAACT8/oOg5Lq9z8sc/s200/100_5924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota is growing although I suspect he'll always favor his grandpa Herman and have no trouble maintaining a respectful weight. He's about 45" tall now and weighs about 42.5 pounds. Unlike most first-graders, he hasn't lost a single baby tooth yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year, Dakota experienced several firsts. He witnessed his first (and second) NBA game watching both the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/spurs/"&gt;Spurs&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/thunder/"&gt;Thunder&lt;/a&gt;. He learned to ride his bike. He went to the &lt;a href="http://www.ringling.com/"&gt;circus&lt;/a&gt;. He learned to tie his shoes. Dakota attended his first outdoor concert, went golfing with his dad and learned to drive the golf cart solo.  And the list goes on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Cp-NuI7I/AAAAAAAACUE/uCI19ooPwpc/s1600-h/100_6028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272944027563336626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Cp-NuI7I/AAAAAAAACUE/uCI19ooPwpc/s200/100_6028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1DS5pUZJI/AAAAAAAACUs/gkMClVZIluE/s1600-h/100_6031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272944730711549074" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1DS5pUZJI/AAAAAAAACUs/gkMClVZIluE/s200/100_6031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated with his friends at the &lt;a href="http://www.tulsaairandspacemuseum.com/"&gt;Tulsa Air &amp;amp; Space Museum&lt;/a&gt; and that was a huge hit. I recommend stopping by sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Cqb_9cwI/AAAAAAAACUM/UGWHi3OcVJs/s1600-h/100_6087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272944035558683394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Cqb_9cwI/AAAAAAAACUM/UGWHi3OcVJs/s200/100_6087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Cq8195-I/AAAAAAAACUU/rOspY-2nHdg/s1600-h/100_6124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272944044375140322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1Cq8195-I/AAAAAAAACUU/rOspY-2nHdg/s200/100_6124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1CrnpcekI/AAAAAAAACUk/I8wy8ezDitM/s1600-h/100_6216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272944055865342530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1CrnpcekI/AAAAAAAACUk/I8wy8ezDitM/s200/100_6216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1CrQca2mI/AAAAAAAACUc/icLfElgAPQ8/s1600-h/100_6199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272944049636694626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1CrQca2mI/AAAAAAAACUc/icLfElgAPQ8/s200/100_6199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're proud of our little man. Happy Birthday son!&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1294623602424010207?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1294623602424010207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1294623602424010207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1294623602424010207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1294623602424010207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-years-where-does-time-go.html' title='7 Years, Where does the time go?'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS1AVIW_dEI/AAAAAAAACTk/SxbhfI4K2ok/s72-c/100_5552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-9116627234222104116</id><published>2008-11-26T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:43:18.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eufala Lake at Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS3fFue5o6I/AAAAAAAACU8/eL1u58UmJR8/s1600-h/bm-image-798567.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS3fFue5o6I/AAAAAAAACU8/eL1u58UmJR8/s320/bm-image-798567.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273116028190696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was taken at 50MPH on our way to Quinton, OK.  The camera phone doesn&amp;#39;t do it justice.  &lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-9116627234222104116?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9116627234222104116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=9116627234222104116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/9116627234222104116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/9116627234222104116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/eufala-lake-at-sunset.html' title='Eufala Lake at Sunset'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SS3fFue5o6I/AAAAAAAACU8/eL1u58UmJR8/s72-c/bm-image-798567.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8905023123099738570</id><published>2008-11-17T08:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:51:29.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, then Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SSGE8cJNnfI/AAAAAAAACCI/xKnDrwFSv2s/s1600-h/bm-image-789626.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SSGE8cJNnfI/AAAAAAAACCI/xKnDrwFSv2s/s320/bm-image-789626.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269639212882042354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today&amp;#39;s good news continues.  Jason had lost his wedding ring and last remembered having it during our trip to Austin.  After lots of searching and calls to our hotel, we&amp;#39;d given up.&lt;p&gt;Thankfully, the good people at LaMode Cleaners are diligent about checking pockets and they retrieved our treasure. I just went to pick up the clothes from 6 weeks ago (mostly because I&amp;#39;m cheap and knew that load would cost me) and I was pleasantly surprised to see the ring hanging there!  I even woke Doc from his slumber so I could show him.  It&amp;#39;s nice to know that there are still honest people all around. &lt;p&gt;Now, if only some honest person would return his lost wallet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8905023123099738570?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8905023123099738570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8905023123099738570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8905023123099738570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8905023123099738570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost-then-found.html' title='Lost, then Found'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SSGE8cJNnfI/AAAAAAAACCI/xKnDrwFSv2s/s72-c/bm-image-789626.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3741657409904550677</id><published>2008-11-17T06:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T06:31:25.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SSFkHbeX-mI/AAAAAAAACCA/hmqHUflFh2E/s1600-h/bm-image-785804.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SSFkHbeX-mI/AAAAAAAACCA/hmqHUflFh2E/s320/bm-image-785804.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269603117797210722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I must say, I honestly never thought I&amp;#39;d see the day.  I mean, I knew the days of $0.89/gallon were long gone. And yet, I didn&amp;#39;t think there was hope for less than $3.00/gallon. &lt;p&gt;Thank God for giving us the gift of the unknown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3741657409904550677?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3741657409904550677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3741657409904550677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3741657409904550677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3741657409904550677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SSFkHbeX-mI/AAAAAAAACCA/hmqHUflFh2E/s72-c/bm-image-785804.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-73971398672533198</id><published>2008-11-03T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:36:08.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Thrift</title><content type='html'>I have to share the good news that one of my co-workers and friends shared with me.  It's an online shopping rebate site that literally earns you cash back for your online purchases.  Just sign up for an account by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=oRtgrSnhR4O1%2BFRJUsHBEQ%3D%3D"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then do all your holiday shopping online.  You can earn cash back on every transaction plus get information on free shipping and other promotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined on just a couple weeks ago and now I can't shop online without checking my e-bates site first!  I'm so pleased to be earning money back for the purchases I planned to make anyhow.  Pass it on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-73971398672533198?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/73971398672533198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=73971398672533198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/73971398672533198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/73971398672533198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-thrift.html' title='Holiday Thrift'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-216908810365077263</id><published>2008-10-31T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T13:18:18.868-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Treats, Compliments of Nana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQtLSvgy0yI/AAAAAAAAB6w/YjJX9qyfE2c/s1600-h/100_5903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQtLSvgy0yI/AAAAAAAAB6w/YjJX9qyfE2c/s320/100_5903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom bought all these little Halloween give-a-ways for Dakota and Elle to package up for their friends. Naturally her thoughtfulness lead to a requirement that I do the only thing a good mom would do and make her gifts as thoughtful as could be. And so I ordered some Halloween stamps from my Stampin' Up friend &lt;a href="mailto:%20kryskwilliams@yahoo.com"&gt;Krystal&lt;/a&gt; and came up with some ideas for decorating our treat bags. Elle and I worked on hers one night and then Dakota, Elle and I teamed up to do the 18 we needed for his classmates. We became assembly line experts and the finished product was imperfect but handmade with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQtLSxxxZGI/AAAAAAAAB64/FNAKI5rMwlQ/s1600-h/100_5906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQtLSxxxZGI/AAAAAAAAB64/FNAKI5rMwlQ/s320/100_5906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-216908810365077263?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/216908810365077263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=216908810365077263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/216908810365077263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/216908810365077263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-treats-compliments-of-nana.html' title='Halloween Treats, Compliments of Nana'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQtLSvgy0yI/AAAAAAAAB6w/YjJX9qyfE2c/s72-c/100_5903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1317841819464047251</id><published>2008-10-28T16:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:21:34.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Livesay Orchard Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't say that I love this time of year and mostly that's because I'm a wuss when it's cold. I don't like to shiver and I don't like for my toes to go numb. I do, however, like some of the activities that go along with the season. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262331608773949602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQeOt5dH-KI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Hi3tnwzfe2I/s320/100_5930.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This past weekend we made a visit to &lt;a href="http://www.livesayrochards.com/"&gt;Livesay Orchards&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Porter,_Oklahoma"&gt;Porter, Oklahoma&lt;/a&gt;. We were in need of some pumpkins and thought it might be fun to tie in a hay ride and other children's activities at the same time. Livesay does a decent job of combining the commercial with the traditional. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQePSreiQzI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/4_o25gvo1m0/s1600-h/100_5925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262332240676930354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQePSreiQzI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/4_o25gvo1m0/s200/100_5925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a tractor ride ($3 fee) out to the orchard where we got to trample the pumpkin vines and choose our loot. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQePRgA1UxI/AAAAAAAAB6I/96P1kpnuc_Q/s1600-h/100_5917.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262332220419691282" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQePRgA1UxI/AAAAAAAAB6I/96P1kpnuc_Q/s200/100_5917.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQePSWd8oxI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/yb7-N5LTCtM/s1600-h/100_5921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262332235037319954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQePSWd8oxI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/yb7-N5LTCtM/s200/100_5921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were promptly returned to the farmer's market where we pay for our pumpkins plus whatever other items our hearts desired at that time. Jason was quick to point out that they would do quite well if they had an on-site cafe and sold food to low blood sugar fathers who are along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ran into some old friends at the orchard and enjoyed watching their little guy save caterpillars in his pocket. And we gave the kids some play time in the hay maze, etc. Even Elle showed off her ropin' abilities and Dakota proved that he knows how to milk a cow's tit ("You have to pull AND squeeze Elle!"). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQePS-jqjiI/AAAAAAAAB6g/jmk0iBGX8yk/s1600-h/100_5932.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262333219014146418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQeQLoETeXI/AAAAAAAAB6o/_eKIesvQ47U/s320/100_5932.jpg" border="0" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1317841819464047251?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1317841819464047251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1317841819464047251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1317841819464047251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1317841819464047251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/livesay-orchard-pumpkin-patch.html' title='Livesay Orchard Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQeOt5dH-KI/AAAAAAAAB6A/Hi3tnwzfe2I/s72-c/100_5930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5974865831910617535</id><published>2008-10-25T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:47:56.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racine, MO</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQM_rDq1w0I/AAAAAAAAB54/RNCQazRXE3E/s1600-h/bm-image-776864.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQM_rDq1w0I/AAAAAAAAB54/RNCQazRXE3E/s160/bm-image-776864.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261118798650786626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I took this picture while standing in front of Racine Christian Church. I was there for a funeral for my great Aunt Jean. It was nice to revisit her home place and I never realized how beautiful it was there. The last time I visited there I was a child and didn&amp;#39;t have much appreciation for the landscape. This part of MO was very pleasant. &lt;p&gt;I also had little knowlwdge of Jean&amp;#39;s early years.  As it turns out, she was fond of dancing. And as her tribute stated, when we all go on to meet our creator, we should look for her on the dance floor. I know I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5974865831910617535?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5974865831910617535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5974865831910617535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5974865831910617535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5974865831910617535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/racine-mo.html' title='Racine, MO'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SQM_rDq1w0I/AAAAAAAAB54/RNCQazRXE3E/s72-c/bm-image-776864.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-4879232839106306483</id><published>2008-10-07T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:29:20.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no, say it isn't so!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SOvUUZincoI/AAAAAAAAB5w/DasW14n9rzk/s1600-h/bm-image-765576.null"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254526837176365698" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SOvUUZincoI/AAAAAAAAB5w/DasW14n9rzk/s160/bm-image-765576.null" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had to say goodbye to &lt;a href="http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-plant.html"&gt;the man plant&lt;/a&gt;. It is sad. Guess I didn't give it the TLC it needed. It's legend lives on in spirit I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-4879232839106306483?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4879232839106306483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4879232839106306483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4879232839106306483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4879232839106306483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no-say-it-isnt-so.html' title='Oh no, say it isn&apos;t so!'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SOvUUZincoI/AAAAAAAAB5w/DasW14n9rzk/s72-c/bm-image-765576.null' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1942562520149231469</id><published>2008-10-03T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:12:27.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitol Building</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SOZEa_rWctI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Z8I4Gn-8JsE/s1600-h/bm-image-747643.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SOZEa_rWctI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Z8I4Gn-8JsE/s160/bm-image-747643.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252961245934809810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I love visiting other cities and actually seeing something that doesn&amp;#39;t look like all the rest. This shot is of the Texas capitol building taken out the car window. Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1942562520149231469?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1942562520149231469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1942562520149231469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1942562520149231469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1942562520149231469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/capitol-building.html' title='Capitol Building'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SOZEa_rWctI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Z8I4Gn-8JsE/s72-c/bm-image-747643.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3193561149423702570</id><published>2008-09-30T22:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:10:00.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past</title><content type='html'>Funny...a friend of mine sent me this link where you can go and pull the top 100 songs from the year you graduated.  I'd forgotten about a lot of them and some I didn't even remember.  I wish I had the time to look them up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt; but I really don't care that much.  The ones that I was quick to remember are listed.  As my husband often points out, there aren't really any songs (or artists for that matter) from the 1990's that will ever be revered as timeless classics but as long as they make me smile, I don't care if they're not timeless.  Wanna know your top 100?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 100 Songs of what year?&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;A.) Go to &lt;a title="http://musicoutfitters.com/" href="http://musicoutfitters.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;music outfitters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.) Enter the year you graduated from high school in the search function and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorites from 1994:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I Swear, All-4-One&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll Make Love To You, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boyz&lt;/span&gt; II Men&lt;br /&gt;8. All For Love, Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart and Sting&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whatta&lt;/span&gt; Man, Salt-N-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pepa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Can You Feel The Love Tonight, Elton John&lt;br /&gt;20. Fantastic Voyage, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Coolio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Baby I Love Your Way, Big Mountain&lt;br /&gt;22. Regulate, Warren G and Nate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. When Can I See You, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Babyface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. All I Wanna Do, Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, Crash Test Dummies&lt;br /&gt;38. I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That), Meat Loaf&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Whoomp&lt;/span&gt;! (There It Is), Tag Team&lt;br /&gt;43. Come To My Window, Melissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Etheridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Gin And Juice, Snoop Doggy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Streets Of Philadelphia, Bruce Springsteen&lt;br /&gt;60. Cry For You, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jodeci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tootsee&lt;/span&gt; Roll, 69 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Boyz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. I Can See Clearly Now, Jimmy Cliff&lt;br /&gt;74. Groove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Thang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Zhane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Don't Take The Girl, Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Indian Outlaw, Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;McGraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Always, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. I'm The Only One, Melissa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Etheridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sneakin&lt;/span&gt;' Up On You, Bonnie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Raitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I'll Take You There, General Public&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3193561149423702570?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3193561149423702570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3193561149423702570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3193561149423702570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3193561149423702570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast From the Past'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1540102848537740886</id><published>2008-09-26T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T12:37:35.125-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Proud Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SN0dbjmsb4I/AAAAAAAABgs/GE1hIITZ3A8/s1600-h/AR+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250385099835076482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SN0dbjmsb4I/AAAAAAAABgs/GE1hIITZ3A8/s320/AR+Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that some of you will think that I utilize this space to boast about my children and I promise that I try to include other interesting topics. But in this case, I just can't stand not saying anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year we would walk the halls of Dakota's school and I'd see kid's names posted to the wall on trophy laminated cut outs. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;trophies&lt;/span&gt; are awarded year-round once kids read a certain number of books or reach a certain level or score a certain amount of reading points. Last year I scanned the walls for signs of my son's name until finally I inquired about why he wasn't there. Well, it's only for 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grader recognition. I would have been searching for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five weeks into first grade and Dakota was posted to the wall! He must been recognized just yesterday because surely I would have noticed it before now (given my tendency to scan the wall on a daily basis). He is one of only three 1st graders with a trophy and I couldn't be happier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1540102848537740886?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1540102848537740886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1540102848537740886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1540102848537740886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1540102848537740886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/proud-parents.html' title='Proud Parents'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SN0dbjmsb4I/AAAAAAAABgs/GE1hIITZ3A8/s72-c/AR+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8187462450869191740</id><published>2008-09-21T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:30:01.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Remember when...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNVROyOb02I/AAAAAAAABe4/eNHTU44WblQ/s1600-h/bike+riding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248190255212516194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNVROyOb02I/AAAAAAAABe4/eNHTU44WblQ/s320/bike+riding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you remember &lt;a href="http://docfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-there-done-that.html"&gt;the time when we were trying to teach Dakota how to ride a bike &lt;/a&gt;and it was a complete emotional disaster for both he and us? It was almost exactly one year ago today. Well, it's finally turned into success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota's been doing really well but mostly staying on the sidewalk and eventually began making the turn at the end of the sidewalk. He had been less inclined to venture into the street or make a U turn to get going another direction. Instead, he would bail off, turn the bike around and go again. He also has insisted that his dad or me help him get started. Despite our efforts to teach him how to start with the pedal upright and one foot on the curb, he still preferred a jump start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dakota's buddy Garrett came to spend the night and he brought his bike along with him. He said he would "teach" Dakota how to ride. Keep in mind that Garrett is 6 months younger than Dakota so I guess he wasn't too keen on having Garrett show him the ropes. Instead, he was off! He's starting himself and riding all over the place...making U turns and all.  He's off the sidewalk and owning the rode.  I couldn't be more grateful that the tears are gone and husband isn't having to carry him to the bike while he kicks and screams.  Thanks Garrett!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't believe us when we told him it would be fun once he learned how to ride. And now we can say "We told you so!". Now that's what I call success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8187462450869191740?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8187462450869191740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8187462450869191740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8187462450869191740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8187462450869191740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...?'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNVROyOb02I/AAAAAAAABe4/eNHTU44WblQ/s72-c/bike+riding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-2121475344160677497</id><published>2008-09-20T10:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:38:29.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BA Downtown Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4459354e4455334f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play BA Play" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4459354e4455334f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows/?partner=hallmark" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-2121475344160677497?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2121475344160677497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=2121475344160677497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2121475344160677497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2121475344160677497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/ba-downtown-play.html' title='BA Downtown Play'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5629271037579297931</id><published>2008-09-16T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:56:00.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNBxjLXueaI/AAAAAAAABSY/miLPv4VW1Tk/s1600-h/100_5461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNBxjLXueaI/AAAAAAAABSY/miLPv4VW1Tk/s320/100_5461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the East Central Cardinals vs. BTW game on Friday night. The Hornets spanked them but the best part of it all was seeing my kids experience a little Hornet spirit. Doc's little sis Kara is a freshman at BTW now and we couldn't be happier to see her going to our old school. She's made the varsity cross country team and of course she's playing soccer for the girl's team. Kara is a solid athlete, strong in academics and cute as a button. We're so very proud of her! And she is sweet enough to allow her niece and nephew hang with her and her friends in the student section. What a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNBxjqzf46I/AAAAAAAABSg/NBB4o64W_TE/s1600-h/100_5463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNBxjqzf46I/AAAAAAAABSg/NBB4o64W_TE/s320/100_5463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota spent a lot of time on the fence line playing with his helicopter and watching the Hornet mascot run along the sidelines. He even got to spend some time on the field with his dad while Dad worked so hard at manning his post (yappin' with his fellow coaches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNBxjwGqXcI/AAAAAAAABSo/uCKlNmn3wZI/s1600-h/100_5465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNBxjwGqXcI/AAAAAAAABSo/uCKlNmn3wZI/s320/100_5465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hornet was in rare form, dancing and giving all of the kiddos high-five. Elle finally mustered the courage to speak to him. It was nice to be amongst the crowd and my only complaint is that the T Connection Band is just not what it used to be. Go Hornets! &lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5629271037579297931?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5629271037579297931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5629271037579297931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5629271037579297931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5629271037579297931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/btw-spirit.html' title='BTW Spirit'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SNBxjLXueaI/AAAAAAAABSY/miLPv4VW1Tk/s72-c/100_5461.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-993935584854359540</id><published>2008-09-07T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:45:01.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Emily's Visit to T-Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL36O9zlieI/AAAAAAAABME/lkk-GPy7v6E/s1600-h/100_5337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL36O9zlieI/AAAAAAAABME/lkk-GPy7v6E/s320/100_5337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seeing long time friends who have long since moved away is always a wonderful thing to find time for.  I'm always amazed at how busy we all are and how much effort seems to be involved in making a simple phone call, sending an email, god forbid we mail a written letter and never mind that we hardly ever have time for a girls luncheon.  But we did it when Emily Alice visited her hometown and we're very glad we did.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As you can tell from the photo, my daughter joined us on our outing.  And it was sort of funny to me that my four year old asked to go when I told her that I was leaving to meet some of my girlfriends for lunch.  "I'm a girl", was her response.  She wanted to go bad and I was grateful that Emily and Tonya didn't mind her accompanying us on our date.  We went for sushi which wasn't exactly a four year old choice but she eventually ate some of her chicken and oranges.  The tofu in the miso soup and the fancy presentation of the main course was a bit overwhelming to say the least.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL36OhFyibI/AAAAAAAABL8/cAdCTajA3Jc/s1600-h/100_5334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL36OhFyibI/AAAAAAAABL8/cAdCTajA3Jc/s320/100_5334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought her Dora the Explorer toy and Tonya was gracious enough to loan her the Power Ranger figurine from her purse.  Elle was a champ and I was grateful to have her there.  I look forward to sharing many more girly lunches with her in the years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-993935584854359540?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/993935584854359540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=993935584854359540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/993935584854359540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/993935584854359540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/emilys-visit-to-t-town.html' title='Emily&apos;s Visit to T-Town'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL36O9zlieI/AAAAAAAABME/lkk-GPy7v6E/s72-c/100_5337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8154052055272550398</id><published>2008-09-06T16:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T16:28:15.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>The Pirates 1st Fall 2008 Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzGaXjFXI/AAAAAAAABMo/D3eB30MES8g/s1600-h/100_5403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzGaXjFXI/AAAAAAAABMo/D3eB30MES8g/s320/100_5403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pirates are official!  They're wearing real uniforms this year and we even have a real referee.  Watching Dakota play soccer is suddenly much more entertaining.  His father got to serve as the coach this weekend because the coach was away for a family emergency.  I think he did a fine job of filling in and making the kids enjoy their first time on the U7 soccer fields.  Gammy Sandy and Auntie Shara even came to watch his Fall 2008 debut.  &lt;strong&gt;And he scored a goal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzGh_SwKI/AAAAAAAABMw/_0yeXqplx7c/s1600-h/100_5406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzGh_SwKI/AAAAAAAABMw/_0yeXqplx7c/s320/100_5406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   The fields are much larger this year which is great because there are less throw ins as a result of the ball going out of bounds so much.  And the size of the field gave the kids more freedom to move around.  Dakota took a good tumble on this one but he bounced back up and went after it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzGzQ_FHI/AAAAAAAABM4/1Kir56l36yk/s1600-h/100_5408.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzHGHPA9I/AAAAAAAABNA/SPm0jdMog9s/s1600-h/100_5417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzHGHPA9I/AAAAAAAABNA/SPm0jdMog9s/s320/100_5417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Coach Doctor doing his thing.  The little guy to Dakota's right (left on screen) is one of his friends from school.  They're quite good buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8154052055272550398?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8154052055272550398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8154052055272550398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8154052055272550398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8154052055272550398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/pirates-1st-fall-2008-game.html' title='The Pirates 1st Fall 2008 Game'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SMLzGaXjFXI/AAAAAAAABMo/D3eB30MES8g/s72-c/100_5403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5351789993627909866</id><published>2008-09-02T21:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:42:36.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>One Less Monkey Jumping On the Bed</title><content type='html'>Exhibit A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34sg12PeI/AAAAAAAABLc/ltwmx_OHBjk/s1600-h/100_5338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 231px" height="222" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34sg12PeI/AAAAAAAABLc/ltwmx_OHBjk/s320/100_5338.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that song you used to sing as a kid? And perhaps you sang it while you jumped on the bed. Well my little monkey was jumping OFF of the bed onto a pile of pillows and blankets and had a bit of a rough landing. Her foot was immediately swollen, bruised and she didn't bare weight on it at all. It was so sad to see her crawling towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34ssGidMI/AAAAAAAABLk/5SJ6_pBuwwQ/s1600-h/100_5342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34ssGidMI/AAAAAAAABLk/5SJ6_pBuwwQ/s320/100_5342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 48 hours and still no walking on the foot, off we went to the emergency room. Please note that the ER is not a fun or expeditious experience on a holiday weekend. 4.5 hours later the doctor saw us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34sm8AsXI/AAAAAAAABLs/qaI5GtpFJHo/s1600-h/100_5344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34sm8AsXI/AAAAAAAABLs/qaI5GtpFJHo/s320/100_5344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they say it's just a severe strain and that no bones are showing breakage. The bad news is that they also said that little ones have a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cartilage&lt;/span&gt; that sometimes makes it difficult for hairline fractures to be seen on an x-ray. So if she's not walking by next week, back we go for another foot photo session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34s63AK3I/AAAAAAAABL0/Dx-JEF-L1cQ/s1600-h/100_5345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34s63AK3I/AAAAAAAABL0/Dx-JEF-L1cQ/s320/100_5345.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's obviously very excited that all she got was an ACE bandage. And after listening to the male &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt; behind curtain #2 moan, yell "Oh my god", and talk about how his gauze was dripping with blood, she was very pleased that no blood was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5351789993627909866?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5351789993627909866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5351789993627909866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5351789993627909866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5351789993627909866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-less-monkey-jumping-on-bed.html' title='One Less Monkey Jumping On the Bed'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SL34sg12PeI/AAAAAAAABLc/ltwmx_OHBjk/s72-c/100_5338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-381862496631409428</id><published>2008-08-28T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:53:01.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><title type='text'>6 Random Things</title><content type='html'>1.) I have several needs for sleeping. First, I have to have significant bodily contact with husband. If it's really warm under the covers then our feet have to touch. If it's not so hot, I like to spoon or lay flat with his legs draped over me. I don't find it all uncomfortable to have a 200 lb. man's legs weighing me down. I think it gives me a sense of security. Second, I have to have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woobie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; touching my face or head. And yes, I do still have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woobie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I gave up sucking my thumb long ago but I still love the feel of the crocheted blanket that childhood caregiver, Ms. Miles made for me. And last, I like to have my cat curled up in the crook of my arm (the one opposite the side that husband is on). When I travel for business, I like to sleep in &lt;a href="http://www.shopmarriott.com/productGroup.aspx?sessionID=d1b9e079-edf1-4211-9769-a2fa59dfbc8e&amp;amp;category1=MarriottBed&amp;amp;category1Name=Marriott+Bed&amp;amp;categoryLevel=0&amp;amp;itemID=MAR-124"&gt;Marriott's Heavenly Bed&lt;/a&gt; because they give you six amazingly comfy pillows and I pack them around me to simulate having husband in bed with me. I simply do without the cat and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;woobie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I stack papers. My kitchen never looks like it's really, really, fully clean. I don't like clutter in my kitchen. The only thing on the counters are a few small appliances and some picture frames, one dish towel and the hand soap. The rest is put away...all except the papers. I use the kitchen counter as the destination for opening the mail. I normally sort by junk, catalogs, bills, things to do, follow up on, etc., a pile for invitations to parties, announcements, etc. and then there is my &lt;a href="http://www.netflix.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; movie pile. While the junk gets pitched in the trash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receptacle&lt;/span&gt;, the remainder stays in piles. I sometimes stack them in one or two larger piles so I can dust the mail drop. It's depressing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I bite and pull my cuticles. It's such a terrible habit but I can't help myself. And in order to keep from really tearing them, I house fingernail clippers in multiple locations so they're always close by. I have a pair in the bathroom, the kitchen junk drawer, my purse, the desk at my office. If I clip them just as soon as they're slightly detached from the finger, I keep from going completely insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I can't concentrate and listen to music at the same time (except while driving). Even as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adolescent&lt;/span&gt;, I remember not being able to listen to music while I studied. And even though I have a lot of colleagues who can work at their desk with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iPods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in their ears, I cannot handle so much as a jazz tune in the background. Internet radio is not my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ticklish&lt;/span&gt; except for on my forehead. Blow air or softly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whisper&lt;/span&gt; on my forehead, I go hysterical. My son is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ticklish&lt;/span&gt; on his forehead too. It must be genetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I have a gift wrap, gift bag, tissue paper, greeting card and ribbon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fetish&lt;/span&gt;. I have an entire closet dedicated to the collection of these items which I intend to use at the appropriate time. I think I got this from my mother. She used to work in a gift shop/floral shop and acquired an incredible skill for wrapping, bow making and floral arranging. Mine never look like hers but I love it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read 6 random things from a &lt;a href="http://jakelanford.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-six-random-things.html"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://passthebonbons.blogspot.com/2008/08/double-tag.html"&gt;two&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-381862496631409428?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/381862496631409428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=381862496631409428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/381862496631409428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/381862496631409428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-random-things.html' title='6 Random Things'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-4706761081730304422</id><published>2008-08-24T10:45:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:01:12.687-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Childhood Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quick Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SLGEcH6JTRI/AAAAAAAABLE/wIIhK8OpIL0/s1600-h/100_5281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238113460302728466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SLGEcH6JTRI/AAAAAAAABLE/wIIhK8OpIL0/s320/100_5281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boomershine's&lt;/span&gt; house last night to celebrate Chigger's 1.5 year old birthday (the 1 year party was delayed because they were moving, etc.). The big kids went outside to play in the sand pile and someone had the brilliant idea of getting the water hose and making the sand more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; like quick sand.  We made the kids strip down on the porch and hosed them off before making a dash for the bath tub.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SLGEwoYXNRI/AAAAAAAABLM/khrSY1ThuUE/s1600-h/100_5279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238113812616787218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SLGEwoYXNRI/AAAAAAAABLM/khrSY1ThuUE/s320/100_5279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a blast and I couldn't help but think how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playtime&lt;/span&gt; like this turns into lasting childhood memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SLGE6TMkjXI/AAAAAAAABLU/f7th4OIa8Rc/s1600-h/100_5276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238113978728877426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SLGE6TMkjXI/AAAAAAAABLU/f7th4OIa8Rc/s320/100_5276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484889490606935689-4706761081730304422?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4706761081730304422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4706761081730304422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4706761081730304422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4706761081730304422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/childhood-memories.html' title='Childhood Memories'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SLGEcH6JTRI/AAAAAAAABLE/wIIhK8OpIL0/s72-c/100_5281.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6888842097051070865</id><published>2008-08-23T07:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:17:08.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continental Airlines</title><content type='html'>Let me preface this entry by saying that I'm not a person who makes formal complaints.  That is to say, I'm not one who does so with any regularity and in fact, it's rare.  Even with all my travel, I've only once complained to American Airlines and I did so via email and was pleasently surprised when I received a small credit to my frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flier&lt;/span&gt; account.  However, in the past couple of months I've called in two complaints with Continental Airlines.  I'm disappointed that I've ruined my reputation and am now an official &lt;em&gt;complainer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first complaint was in response to the rudest flight attendant I've ever met in my life.  You may remember &lt;a href="http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/ixtapa-mexico.html"&gt;Barbara&lt;/a&gt; from our trip to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my complaint from just yesterday was due to a complete break down in communication and technology both at the George Bush Houston Interncontinental airport and on &lt;a href="http://www.continental.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Continental's&lt;/span&gt; website&lt;/a&gt;.  I missed my flight by minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scheduled for a 7:20 p.m. departure from Houston to Tulsa.  I should have been home by 8:45 p.m.  My boss and I arrived at the airport almost two hours early and after passing through security, we noticed the monitors showed a delayed departure of 8:20 p.m.  Okay, no big deal.  What's another hour?  So we went to the &lt;a href="http://chilis.com/"&gt;Chili's&lt;/a&gt; to grab some food and drink and basically kill time.   We checked the monitor with great regularity and at one point, it was delayed until 8:50 p.m.  The website, via our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BlackBerry&lt;/span&gt;, also quoted 8:50 p.m.  A few minutes later, the terminal monitor switched back to 8:20 p.m. so at 7:50 p.m., we walked a short distance to our gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, the sign above the door at gate B73 read "Seattle 9:10 p.m.".  What?  We weren't going to Seattle.  Did they switch gates on us?  We approached the gate agent.  "We're here for the 8:20 p.m. departure to Tulsa from gate 73".  The gate agent replied "That aircraft has already left".  We checked our watches.  It was 7:55 p.m.  "What do you mean it's departed?  It's only 7:55 p.m. and the flight isn't supposed to leave until 8:20 p.m.".  She replies, "Yes, it was delayed until 8:50 p.m. but apparently they resolved their issues and so they left.  We called passenger names here at the gate and eventually filled the seats with standby passengers".  Well that's freaking brilliant.  The monitors lie, the website lies, and unless you're within a 30 foot radius of the gate, you can't hear the PA announcement.  We told her that the technology lies.  She told us never to trust the monitors.  We boarded the last flight of the day and ended up arriving in Tulsa a little past 11:00 p.m.  Did I mention that we had arrived at the Houston airport almost 2 hours early?  And we weren't the only ones.  I saw at least five other passengers who experienced the same thing.  Who knows how many I didn't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst part...I called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Continental's&lt;/span&gt; 1-800-WE-CARE line yesterday.  The punk who took my call listed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quietly&lt;/span&gt; and didn't ask a single question when I finished my story.  He simply said that he would log it and pass it onto the proper authorities.  But he wasn't even typing or documenting my feedback the entire time.  He didn't apologize for our inconvenience.  So I asked him if he should gather some information from me in order to pass along the appropriate information like, the flight number, the airport I was at when their communication failed, my frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;flier&lt;/span&gt; number for starters.  It wasn't until I prompted him that he got some real info from me and then his keyboard started making noise.  I still wonder if he was just surfing the web because he sure didn't act like he gave a care.  I guess I should be thankful that he spoke English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6888842097051070865?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6888842097051070865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6888842097051070865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6888842097051070865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6888842097051070865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/continental-airlines.html' title='Continental Airlines'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7847845071938642365</id><published>2008-08-21T21:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:31:00.509-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice'/><title type='text'>A Game of Tag</title><content type='html'>In reading &lt;a href="http://passthebonbons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Margo's&lt;/a&gt; blog, I inadvertently got tagged. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Candice&lt;br /&gt;Maiden name: Ask the bank&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: Hazel (Isn't that a combo of brown and green?)&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: Naturally? Dishwater.&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'5"&lt;br /&gt;How would you describe yourself? First thing that popped in my mind...candid&lt;br /&gt;Either/Or Shy or Outgoing? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;Spender or Saver? Both. It depends on my mood really.&lt;br /&gt;Truth or Dare? Ah, Dare. The truth hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Books or Movies? Books, I love the &lt;a href="http://tulsalibrary.org/"&gt;Tulsa County Library&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic Comedy or Action/Adventure? Romantic Comedy&lt;br /&gt;Cats or Dogs? Both but I'm tired of sweeping up cat litter and letting dogs out to piss so I guess I'd say that I might do without for a while after the good Lord takes them all. (I'm terrible, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;Mountain or Beach? Give me some sand and sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or Salty? Salty. But that sounds so dirty that I feel like I should say "sweet".&lt;br /&gt;Do you...Get Annoyed Easily? No, laid back like a brother in a pimped up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hooptie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Like to Travel? Absolutely. I want to travel the world with my family and when the kids are grown, I want to travel more of the world with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;Like to drive fast? I did until gas prices were so high and I realized the fuel economy I'd get going 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MHP&lt;/span&gt; on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;Sing Well? If I have Cox Cable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt; in the background.&lt;br /&gt;Have a Talent? That is confidential.&lt;br /&gt;Watch Scary Movies? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Shave your legs everyday? Nope&lt;br /&gt;Floss regularly? I do now. Six crowns in your mouth will change your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;Get Motion Sickness? Never&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...Performed on Stage? Yes, miss the trill.&lt;br /&gt;Been out of the country? Where? Yes, Mexico, Canada, Germany, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;, Costa Rica, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico&lt;br /&gt;Had any body hair waxed? Yes&lt;br /&gt;Lied about your age? A long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;Used a fake ID? Yes, and almost got caught at the tag agency.&lt;br /&gt;Got a Speeding ticket? Yep, at 16 years of age for going 10 over. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;What is...The last CD you bought? Hanna Montana&lt;br /&gt;The last movie you saw in the Theater? Space Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;The last Movie you rented? &lt;a id="b070045633_0" onmouseover="dB(event, this, 2)" href="http://www.netflix.com/Movie/Quinceanera/70045633?trkid=188469" bob_eid2="74" bob_eid="73"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Quinceañera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Greatest Fear? Fear itself&lt;br /&gt;Your Greatest Strength? Drive&lt;br /&gt;Your Greatest Weakness? My impatience for ignorant people&lt;br /&gt;Your Happiest Memory? Too difficult to choose.&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite...Movie: Top Gun or Dirty Dancing or maybe The Chorus Line&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Gray's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;Actor: Tom Cruise&lt;br /&gt;Actress: Jodi Foster&lt;br /&gt;Food: Mexican and Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Drink: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cerveza&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tequilla&lt;/span&gt; Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Yellow&lt;br /&gt;Scent: My Husband and WHY: Olfactory pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Day of the Week and WHY: Friday, the weekend is here!&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Stores: Bookstores, stationary stores and unique gift shops. I also like antique shops although I don't frequent them.&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Blessed are the flexible, for they won't get bent out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac: Cancer&lt;br /&gt;War: Make love instead&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts: Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Reincarnation: Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Karma: Better believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Luck: I don't like the odds. Luck is for someone else. I just work hard.&lt;br /&gt;Aliens: Doc thinks so.&lt;br /&gt;Tell us one of your most embarrassing moments: Freshman history class, I farted during "silent reading/study time". Unfortunately it was a class full of football players. I still remember the clothes I was wearing and that's not the kind of thing I normally commit to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag, You're it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The RULES&lt;br /&gt;1. Link the person who tagged you...&lt;a href="http://passthebonbons.blogspot.com/"&gt;Margo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 6 fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; by linking them (okay, I just picked 3 - my blog community is small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.tindallsonline.com/home/"&gt;Erika&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.tuttiefruittie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Jerusha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.brannonadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7847845071938642365?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7847845071938642365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7847845071938642365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7847845071938642365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7847845071938642365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/game-of-tag.html' title='A Game of Tag'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5324755367926294090</id><published>2008-08-14T20:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:08:45.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>1st Day of First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKTfKmK6LWI/AAAAAAAABKs/X-Q9-A7PsmQ/s1600-h/100_5265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234554040049347938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKTfKmK6LWI/AAAAAAAABKs/X-Q9-A7PsmQ/s320/100_5265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that Dakota is now a 1st Grader. I remember when he first started &lt;a href="http://docfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/1st-day-of-school.html"&gt;Kindergarten&lt;/a&gt;. It seems like just yesterday. This is a new year and now he has Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Auer&lt;/span&gt; as a teacher and he'll be learning all sorts of new things. Mom and Dad will have all sorts of new challenges. He had homework on the first day and we already witnessed the crying and pouting that goes with not wanting to do homework before playing video games or eating dinner. I'm mean seriously, who needs green beans and pork when you have Lego Star Wars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day was a success and he quickly fell into step. He reconnected with several of his Kindergarten friends although only two of his previous classmates are in his current class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234554201313817634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKTfT-7WtCI/AAAAAAAABK0/dH_RuE7YLe8/s320/100_5268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle is SO ready to be a big girl. She made me pack her a lunch box on Dakota's first day of school and included all her breakfast items for daycare. So cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234554507268504722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKTflysovJI/AAAAAAAABK8/mwzrogsny0Y/s320/100_5266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5324755367926294090?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5324755367926294090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5324755367926294090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5324755367926294090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5324755367926294090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-day-of-first-grade.html' title='1st Day of First Grade'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKTfKmK6LWI/AAAAAAAABKs/X-Q9-A7PsmQ/s72-c/100_5265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8059360719109764546</id><published>2008-08-12T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:03:45.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Meet the Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKJAj19LRII/AAAAAAAABKk/xoo2zhKoMp0/s1600-h/100_5257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKJAj19LRII/AAAAAAAABKk/xoo2zhKoMp0/s320/100_5257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was "Meet the Teacher" day at Dakota's school. We were pleased to meet his new 1st grade teacher, Ms. Auer. We will greatly miss his teacher from last year, Miss Smith but we're looking forward to a new experience. Dakota has three girls from last year's class in his first grade class and zero boys from last year in his class. Luckily, one of his buddies is in the connecting room and another is just across the hall. Reminds me of that song..."Make new friends, but keep the old. Some are silver and the others gold". Oh well, hopefully they'll be some cool kids for him to share in his learning experience. Tomorrow is the first day of school so I'm sure there will be more to share in the days ahead. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8059360719109764546?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8059360719109764546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8059360719109764546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8059360719109764546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8059360719109764546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-teacher.html' title='Meet the Teacher'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SKJAj19LRII/AAAAAAAABKk/xoo2zhKoMp0/s72-c/100_5257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6976238209852648211</id><published>2008-08-09T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:11:43.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Plant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SJ3Mi-VzGEI/AAAAAAAABKc/TL-5eHJLUx0/s1600-h/100_5256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232563243296430146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SJ3Mi-VzGEI/AAAAAAAABKc/TL-5eHJLUx0/s320/100_5256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, this is not an optical illusion. This is the my man plant. I'm sure you can understand why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boomershine's&lt;/span&gt; house for a belated birthday dinner. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TG&lt;/span&gt; had already given me her gift because she said she didn't want to take the attention away from the gift that her beloved husband Beau had picked out especially for me. Well, it may not have originally been intended for me but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TG&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't let him buy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bonzai.  Then&lt;/span&gt; he told her he would save it for me on my birthday. And so, it became my gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How thoughtful is he? I mean, he actually bought it quite some time ago and nurtured it up until the time he could pass it onto me. And I just hope that I don't kill it. Aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bonzai&lt;/span&gt; plants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;temperamental&lt;/span&gt;? One of the "legs" of the man is beginning to wither. And it was withering when he gave it to me but I could swear that the withering is worse than it was just two weeks ago. Is that possible? Withering = too much water. Okay. But the tag says to keep the soil moist. Okay. But the leg is withering. Crap. At least it's the leg and not the other part. That would be horribly offensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6976238209852648211?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6976238209852648211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6976238209852648211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6976238209852648211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6976238209852648211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/man-plant.html' title='The Man Plant'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SJ3Mi-VzGEI/AAAAAAAABKc/TL-5eHJLUx0/s72-c/100_5256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7789919964507380313</id><published>2008-08-03T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:03:30.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Bandit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SJZv_mBeyfI/AAAAAAAABKU/XNFDSCH5OXo/s1600-h/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230491155566610930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SJZv_mBeyfI/AAAAAAAABKU/XNFDSCH5OXo/s320/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are mourning the loss of our beloved cat, Bandit.  I've had him for 14 years.  I adopted him and his brother Buster from Animal Aid while I was still attending college at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;.  Bandit has had a good life but recently battled feline lymphoma.  It was time to say goodbye.  He was losing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tremendous&lt;/span&gt; amount of weight and he couldn't digest his food.  He was in decent spirits most of the time but he was also showing signs of discomfort certain times during the day.  I was with him when he went and I'm happy to say that he went out purring.  He was so sweet and loving and we'll think of him often and pray that kitty heaven is better than we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd been talking to the kids about how the cat was sick and that he may have to go be with Jesus soon.  Dakota took this picture from his kid friendly digital camera (hence the quality issue) just a couple days ago and he said he did so because he wanted us to have a memory of him.  Such a sweet boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7789919964507380313?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7789919964507380313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7789919964507380313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7789919964507380313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7789919964507380313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/bandit.html' title='Bandit'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SJZv_mBeyfI/AAAAAAAABKU/XNFDSCH5OXo/s72-c/IMG_0074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3436608072587444600</id><published>2008-07-20T15:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T16:38:33.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Ixtapa, Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzeOXdodgI/AAAAAAAABIs/6kb82BUKPsE/s1600-h/100_5055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227797605868140034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzeOXdodgI/AAAAAAAABIs/6kb82BUKPsE/s320/100_5055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was almost exactly two years ago to the day that we set out on a Mexican vacation with the Littles, the Boomershines and the Brannons. That year we visited Puerto Vallarta and had such a wonderful time that we decided to plan another group vacation this year. Unfortunately, the Boomershines couldn't join us this time but the rest of us went and had a great time in &lt;a href="http://www.ixtapa.net/"&gt;Ixtapa&lt;/a&gt;, Mexico.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We stayed at &lt;a href="http://www.brisas.com.mx/?lang=eng&amp;amp;idt=47&amp;amp;lmenu=7"&gt;Las Brisas resort&lt;/a&gt; where we spent most of our time in one of their many pools or sunning and swimming at their private beach. I've included a few photos but left out several including those that I'm certain aren't suitable for public viewing. Without question, we had a great time and enjoyed the people, the city, the scenery and of course, the cerveza. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIziy3e69VI/AAAAAAAABKE/emEwG-nqpZI/s1600-h/100_4967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227802630985282898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIziy3e69VI/AAAAAAAABKE/emEwG-nqpZI/s200/100_4967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We departed on a Thursday morning and while we were checking in at the airport, the Littles called to inform us that their flight was delayed and they would likely miss their Houston connection. This meant rerouting through Mexico City for a Friday arrival. We were disappointed they wouldn't be joining us in route. BUT, after arrival in Houston, we learned that they'd just landed and our pilots held the plane. They raced to the gate and walked to the plane's door only to be greeted by our bitch of a flight attendant, Barbara. We had already figured out that Barbara is at an unhappy place in her life and enjoys taking her anger out on her passengers. Anyhow, Barbara advised the Littles against getting on the plane since their luggage would be going to Mexico City. She told them they may never see their belongings again. Now we'll never know if Barbara did them a favor or if she was just so pissed that the pilots held the plane (after she'd already told me that that wouldn't do such a thing) that she purposely disappointed us all. Either way, I still don't like her and we still didn't see the Littles until Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzfEG8y_mI/AAAAAAAABI8/a3TIFzos3v4/s1600-h/100_4968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227798529148386914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzfEG8y_mI/AAAAAAAABI8/a3TIFzos3v4/s200/100_4968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking in. The lobby was on the 18th floor because the hotel is built into the side of a mountain. Consequently, all the rooms have an ocean front room. And after checking in, we had to go down 10 flights to get to our room. Bizarre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzfEl03rCI/AAAAAAAABJE/AH7MTIrWyjA/s1600-h/100_4977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227798537436638242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzfEl03rCI/AAAAAAAABJE/AH7MTIrWyjA/s200/100_4977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And just after checking in, we changed, the boys fetched cheap beer (hotel beer was $5.50 per 12 oz. can) and we headed for the pool. You'll notice the walkway we are on. To get from your room you'd have to go to another floor and walk a winding path that was surrounded by plush flora and fauna. The distance from the rooms to the pool or beach made the task of schlepping our cervezas more cumbersome but of course it was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzfE3XWFkI/AAAAAAAABJM/DQtoRNY2rMg/s1600-h/100_5035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;The view from our room. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzlgN--7PI/AAAAAAAABKM/Nca6wewR374/s1600-h/100_5035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227805609142709490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzlgN--7PI/AAAAAAAABKM/Nca6wewR374/s200/100_5035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzfFACFXCI/AAAAAAAABJU/ukuJgMRpQJY/s1600-h/100_5038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227798544471383074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzfFACFXCI/AAAAAAAABJU/ukuJgMRpQJY/s200/100_5038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then Friday morning the Littles arrived. Again, we headed straight for the pool and KJ brought his beer pong game. They recruited a guest from New Mexico to join in the game and they quickly became the primary source of entertainment at Las Brisas' adult only pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken on yet another walkway. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzge4m_bUI/AAAAAAAABJc/YPKsPYzL25s/s1600-h/100_5053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227800088666926402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzge4m_bUI/AAAAAAAABJc/YPKsPYzL25s/s200/100_5053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzgfE68dxI/AAAAAAAABJk/PBCzUgTVeb8/s1600-h/100_5061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227800091971843858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzgfE68dxI/AAAAAAAABJk/PBCzUgTVeb8/s200/100_5061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And after we realized that the hotel staff didn't appreciate that we brought our own beer to the pool (and made us put it behind the bar so the other guests didn't see it) we departed for the beach. We ended up spending most of our time at the beach from that point on. A couple of really sweet waiters were always available to bring us mas Modelo, Sangria, chips and guoc. We ate and drank very well. Surely the body surfing we were doing was helping to burn off some of the calories, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzgfmnMyuI/AAAAAAAABJs/0xnzU-PaffQ/s1600-h/100_5156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227800101015833314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzgfmnMyuI/AAAAAAAABJs/0xnzU-PaffQ/s200/100_5156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo was taken on the lobby level of the hotel. There was a swank lobby bar that was adjacent to this patio which overlooked the ocean. It was quite lovely this day although some days were mostly cloudy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzgf41uA3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/h7ZDUNmitPQ/s1600-h/100_5164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227800105908568946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzgf41uA3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/h7ZDUNmitPQ/s200/100_5164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our last night we went into &lt;a href="http://www.zihua.net/"&gt;Zihuatanejo &lt;/a&gt;for dinner. This town is just 15 minutes from Ixtapa and is a bit less touristy than Ixtapa. It's where we were referred to for more authentic dining, shopping and entertainment. We ate dinner street side and enjoyed watching the locals stroll the street, listed to the mariachis and petted the stray cats.  It was in Zihuatanejo where we visited a bar that was literally no bigger than a slightly over sized self-storage room. All there was was alcohol, a couple of bar stools and tables, a TV and stereo speakers. The owner was well acquainted with our husbands from a visit earlier in the day so when we arrived, he loaded his American top hits CD in the player and blasted it for our enjoyment. Each song played for no more than one minute before it shuffled onto the next one. I felt like I was watching an infomercial for a five CD collection set where you get just a snip it preview of the songs on file. It was torture. Did I mention that they had black lights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzggYgO_rI/AAAAAAAABJ8/rDjP-xYIEWM/s1600-h/100_5243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227800114408390322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzggYgO_rI/AAAAAAAABJ8/rDjP-xYIEWM/s200/100_5243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   We rounded out the trip with a pleasant room-service breakfast in the Little's suite.  The food was delicious and the morning was relaxing.  Thanks to KJ for making this recommendation because it was the perfect ending to a great vacation.&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/7484889490606935689-3436608072587444600?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3436608072587444600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3436608072587444600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3436608072587444600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3436608072587444600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/ixtapa-mexico.html' title='Ixtapa, Mexico'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIzeOXdodgI/AAAAAAAABIs/6kb82BUKPsE/s72-c/100_5055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-955467687220584359</id><published>2008-07-19T22:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T06:55:49.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Dad is 60 and we celebrated with a bang!</title><content type='html'>Dad is 60! We celebrated in typical fashion in conjunction with a get together at the lake house on 4th of July weekend. This year's festivities were a blast and we enjoyed hosting our friends, the Boomershines. Dad is still adjusting to being 60 and claims that 70 is "just around the corner". I keep reminding him that he could have another 25+ years to go and there is a lot that this man can do with 25 years. Happy Belated Birthday Dad! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224929429434190050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKtohnoyOI/AAAAAAAABHc/6tMPHbdhgBo/s320/100_4829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKt0l3chdI/AAAAAAAABHk/z3lc6WAzito/s1600-h/100_4846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224929636732667346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKt0l3chdI/AAAAAAAABHk/z3lc6WAzito/s200/100_4846.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Captain Dakota navigated the boat into the cove where we anchored off for the big show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuUtT71LI/AAAAAAAABH8/XhuYRzCYtNc/s1600-h/100_4884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224930188487021746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuUtT71LI/AAAAAAAABH8/XhuYRzCYtNc/s200/100_4884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elle &amp;amp; Wyatt watching the old fashioned airplanes during the fly over show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKugiaEEbI/AAAAAAAABIE/gU8BP325MgQ/s1600-h/100_4902.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKupkQoHUI/AAAAAAAABIM/BAnnCSq0hk4/s1600-h/100_4909.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuzp2LahI/AAAAAAAABIU/EVzd1a2Bkm8/s1600-h/100_4921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224930720132852242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuzp2LahI/AAAAAAAABIU/EVzd1a2Bkm8/s200/100_4921.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elle &amp;amp; Dakota thought the fireworks were impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuM2bD4OI/AAAAAAAABH0/FHXu7xZObGQ/s1600-h/100_4871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224930053493874914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuM2bD4OI/AAAAAAAABH0/FHXu7xZObGQ/s200/100_4871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuBOzkRwI/AAAAAAAABHs/53-fOM5vWBk/s1600-h/100_4850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224929853880682242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKuBOzkRwI/AAAAAAAABHs/53-fOM5vWBk/s200/100_4850.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier in the day we played on the dock and T.G. and I soaked up the sun. Chigger seemed to enjoy himself just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIR4YsdR63I/AAAAAAAABIc/0vOrM1uWhJw/s1600-h/100_4853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225433833302780786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIR4YsdR63I/AAAAAAAABIc/0vOrM1uWhJw/s200/100_4853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beau taking the kids for a canoe ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIR405zdPqI/AAAAAAAABIk/vzEO35nWHv8/s1600-h/100_4862.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484889490606935689-955467687220584359?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/955467687220584359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=955467687220584359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/955467687220584359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/955467687220584359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/dad-is-60-and-we-celebrated-with-bang.html' title='Dad is 60 and we celebrated with a bang!'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIKtohnoyOI/AAAAAAAABHc/6tMPHbdhgBo/s72-c/100_4829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8049152656503509109</id><published>2008-07-18T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:02:21.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgary Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIDMnQXDCKI/AAAAAAAABHU/e_dSaTjMAzc/s1600-h/bm-image-741636.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIDMnQXDCKI/AAAAAAAABHU/e_dSaTjMAzc/s320/bm-image-741636.jpe"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224400542528374946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I took a road trip to call on a customer yesterday and this was a scene from part of my drive. Beautiful yellow fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8049152656503509109?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8049152656503509109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8049152656503509109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8049152656503509109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8049152656503509109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/calgary-scenery.html' title='Calgary Scenery'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SIDMnQXDCKI/AAAAAAAABHU/e_dSaTjMAzc/s72-c/bm-image-741636.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1302619217615102671</id><published>2008-07-18T12:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:02:05.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airplanes</title><content type='html'>Wow, between vacation and business travel, I&amp;#39;ve spent about 19 interrupted hours in airplanes. I&amp;#39;m amazed at how sticky and gross I feel after so much travel. I was fortunate enough to catch an early flight home from Calgary and happily accepted a middle seat. It is a small sacrifice for spending an additional 6 hours in my home with my family. I simply cannot wait to lounge on the couch and wrestle with the little ones.  I think I&amp;#39;m even looking forward to a normal activity like grocery shopping. Home sweet home, almost. US customs still to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1302619217615102671?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1302619217615102671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1302619217615102671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1302619217615102671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1302619217615102671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/airplanes.html' title='Airplanes'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8503959069104622590</id><published>2008-07-09T08:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T08:36:24.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Things have really gotten away from me lately and I cannot believe that it's been nearly 20 days since my last post.  I'm a slacker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have many new things to share with you in just a couple more weeks.  We're preparing for vacation, more business travel, more summer camps, etc.  Be patient and I promise to be normal very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8503959069104622590?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8503959069104622590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8503959069104622590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8503959069104622590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8503959069104622590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/07/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5048942149174274988</id><published>2008-06-20T21:48:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:19:48.140-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Elle is 4 Years Old!</title><content type='html'>&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxtZ9eY4RI/AAAAAAAABF8/wYV9zjKi35A/s1600-h/100_4805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214162761354371346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxtZ9eY4RI/AAAAAAAABF8/wYV9zjKi35A/s320/100_4805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Elle's 4th birthday celebration with her friends from daycare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The older she gets, the harder it is to choose which pictures to share and it's even more difficult to remember which memories to document. She is such a big, mature, beautiful little girl and I cannot believe how fast she's grown. She's always doing her best to hang with the big kids and she does a pretty good job doing so. She's highly animated, LOUD, and humorous. Elle is a cross between a princess and a tom-boy. She prefers to wear shorts and t-shirts (and sometimes no shirt at all) over dresses but she loves to put on make-up and wear the occasional dress up gown. She is bossy and considerate depending on the circumstance. She is beginning to show her intelligence and unlike her brother who is great at academics but despised practicing his letters, phonics, etc., she is the one to bring me the flash cards and ask to practice them.  She weighs about 40 pounds and had her first dentist appointment a couple of weeks ago (no cavities!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elle is a gift from God and I hope that you all enjoy sharing in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxtzJu6s2I/AAAAAAAABGE/HpmyIa-bG6M/s1600-h/100_4577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214163194141651810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxtzJu6s2I/AAAAAAAABGE/HpmyIa-bG6M/s200/100_4577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Wyatt, Elle &amp;amp; Dakota, in the country, eating popsicles after catching fireflies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxvmlMVzMI/AAAAAAAABGk/2RRiCSyGbJQ/s1600-h/100_4512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214165177197776066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxvmlMVzMI/AAAAAAAABGk/2RRiCSyGbJQ/s200/100_4512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She's electric!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxvNI-2AKI/AAAAAAAABGc/l5ONijrQbjs/s1600-h/100_4282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214164740128243874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxvNI-2AKI/AAAAAAAABGc/l5ONijrQbjs/s200/100_4282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tired from our vacation to San Antonio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxuswLwhEI/AAAAAAAABGU/EjSYz6jAdU4/s1600-h/100_4300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214164183715710018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxuswLwhEI/AAAAAAAABGU/EjSYz6jAdU4/s200/100_4300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Easter 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxuUsX51KI/AAAAAAAABGM/zuPRhZKTH50/s1600-h/100_4408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214163770376049826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxuUsX51KI/AAAAAAAABGM/zuPRhZKTH50/s200/100_4408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Spring Soccer 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxwBOGHcLI/AAAAAAAABGs/_D5dmtaY2oA/s1600-h/587376591209_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214165634854121650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxwBOGHcLI/AAAAAAAABGs/_D5dmtaY2oA/s200/587376591209_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Christmas 2007, the much adored Barbie Jeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxwq3FPaqI/AAAAAAAABG0/dhKddL5xOUY/s1600-h/100_3453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214166350230940322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxwq3FPaqI/AAAAAAAABG0/dhKddL5xOUY/s200/100_3453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Halloween 2007 as Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxxF83fVlI/AAAAAAAABG8/hSpilAMKyMs/s1600-h/100_3060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214166815640344146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxxF83fVlI/AAAAAAAABG8/hSpilAMKyMs/s200/100_3060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Elle's 1st OU football game.  &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/7484889490606935689-5048942149174274988?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5048942149174274988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5048942149174274988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5048942149174274988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5048942149174274988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/elle-is-4-years-old.html' title='Elle is 4 Years Old!'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFxtZ9eY4RI/AAAAAAAABF8/wYV9zjKi35A/s72-c/100_4805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-9041041362536815628</id><published>2008-06-18T07:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:25:09.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Gonna Miss This</title><content type='html'>Get this because I can hardly believe it myself. I was at the gym at about 5:30 a.m. this morning and was about 5 minutes into my workout on the treadmill. Like I sometimes do, I was listening to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CMT&lt;/span&gt; music videos (seems like it's the only time I have to watch TV). Anyhow, so I'm watching the videos and the Trace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adkin's&lt;/span&gt; song, &lt;em&gt;You're Gonna Miss This &lt;/em&gt;comes on the TV. I've got my headphones on and although I've heard this song many times before, I can honestly say that I've never listened to the words like I did today. And when I did, I became a blubbering idiot walking on the treadmill. I mean, seriously, I was crying. This song struck me so hard and I almost couldn't pull myself together. My only saving grace from absolute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; was that I was also sweating so hopefully the tears were well masked. I had to share it with all of you so you can appreciate the lyrics. I've not heard a song more true than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was staring out the window of their SUV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Complaning, saying "I can't wait to turn 18"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said "I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she kissed her head and said "I was just like you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna miss this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna want this back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some good times, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So take a good look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may not know it now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're gonna miss this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before she knows it she's a brand new bride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He tells her "It's a nice place"She says "It'll do for now"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Starts talking about babies and buying a house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy shakes his head and says "Baby, just slow down"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you're gonna miss this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna want this back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So take a good look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may not know it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're gonna miss this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And she keeps apologizin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He says "They don't bother me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got 2 babies of my own. One's 36, one's 23.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Huh, it's hard to believe, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna miss this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna want this back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are some good times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So take a good look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You may not know it now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're gonna miss this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Buy it now on &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?i=268928996&amp;amp;id=268928839&amp;amp;s=143441"&gt;iTunes&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-9041041362536815628?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9041041362536815628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=9041041362536815628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/9041041362536815628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/9041041362536815628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/youre-gonna-miss-this.html' title='You&apos;re Gonna Miss This'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-4715255477432984398</id><published>2008-06-15T22:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:13:58.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Something New</title><content type='html'>So I just got set up for mobile blogging. I figured that with all the time I spend in airports, I might have something interesting to share right then and there! And I&amp;#39;m hoping for an opportunity to share photos captured from my phone.  Now you can all share in the people watching I do during my travels.&lt;p&gt;Isn&amp;#39;t technology amazing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-4715255477432984398?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4715255477432984398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4715255477432984398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4715255477432984398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4715255477432984398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning-something-new.html' title='Learning Something New'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1468942010543474840</id><published>2008-06-13T22:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T23:02:17.012-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Elle &amp; Garrett's Combo Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day.  We had a combo birthday party for Elle and another friend, Garrett.  It was hosted at Garrett's house so we could utilize the pool and although it was only 70 degrees today, the rain mostly held off and we were able to have some time outside.  Elle's birthday isn't for another couple days and I'll do a full update then but wanted to share these photos with anyone intersted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/candiced2008/ElleS4thBirthday?authkey=IrdSehV4Bwk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/candiced2008/SFMIXDOjJRE/AAAAAAAABEw/MYsbOxjK9Ao/s160-c/ElleS4thBirthday.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/candiced2008/ElleS4thBirthday?authkey=IrdSehV4Bwk" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Elle&amp;#39;s 4th Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1468942010543474840?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1468942010543474840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1468942010543474840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1468942010543474840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1468942010543474840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/elle-garrett-celebrated-their-birthdays.html' title='Elle &amp; Garrett&apos;s Combo Birthday Party'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/candiced2008/SFMIXDOjJRE/AAAAAAAABEw/MYsbOxjK9Ao/s72-c/ElleS4thBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5521898320000622626</id><published>2008-06-04T22:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:12:42.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Elle's Dance Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SEdZbz-xV3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/D0_snn6zReo/s1600-h/elledance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208229828422096754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SEdZbz-xV3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/D0_snn6zReo/s400/elledance2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Kristy's School of Dance recital was last Saturday night and it was a success. Baby girl was terribly cute in her outfit and while I didn't get any shots from that evening worth sharing (lighting was terrible), here are a few that the photographer took in the studio. Amazing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208229529071035730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SEdZKYz6pVI/AAAAAAAAA8k/dMiL-EBZmvc/s400/elledance.jpg" border="0" /&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/7484889490606935689-5521898320000622626?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5521898320000622626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5521898320000622626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5521898320000622626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5521898320000622626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/06/elles-dance-pics.html' title='Elle&apos;s Dance Pics'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SEdZbz-xV3I/AAAAAAAAA8s/D0_snn6zReo/s72-c/elledance2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1974461493608028568</id><published>2008-05-26T16:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:44:30.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Memorial Day 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;True to tradition, we were introduced to summer by spending time at the lake for Memorial Day weekend.  We spent time with family and friends and enjoyed the great outdoors.  The Zahns joined us for dinner on Sunday and Elle thoroughly enjoyed playing with the big girls.  It rained Sunday evening and into Monday but the sprinkles did not impede our fun.  I spent most of the day on the back porch, curled up with a good book, a cup of coffee and a blanket.  It was a fabulous weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDstwPkxtVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lBSxxmMrQM8/s1600-h/100_4620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204804101194495314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDstwPkxtVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lBSxxmMrQM8/s200/100_4620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Time on the boat w/ Captain Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDstj_kxtOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nxsLjAziesw/s1600-h/100_4680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204803890741097698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDstj_kxtOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/nxsLjAziesw/s200/100_4680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Time in the canoe with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDstAvkxs8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/T6w5V7GyjsY/s1600-h/100_4630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204803285150708674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDstAvkxs8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/T6w5V7GyjsY/s200/100_4630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Time with family (and some adult beverages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDssx_kxs1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/gJ3CuEtGUK0/s1600-h/100_4622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204803031747638098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDssx_kxs1I/AAAAAAAAAxI/gJ3CuEtGUK0/s200/100_4622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Time to bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDssYvkxspI/AAAAAAAAAvk/rYKdCWYqqkI/s1600-h/100_4609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204802597955941010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDssYvkxspI/AAAAAAAAAvk/rYKdCWYqqkI/s200/100_4609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Time in the hot tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDssHPkxseI/AAAAAAAAAuI/MvcxPyPwu4I/s1600-h/100_4599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204802297308230114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDssHPkxseI/AAAAAAAAAuI/MvcxPyPwu4I/s200/100_4599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Time to fish.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-1974461493608028568?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1974461493608028568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1974461493608028568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1974461493608028568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1974461493608028568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-2008.html' title='Memorial Day 2008'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SDstwPkxtVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/lBSxxmMrQM8/s72-c/100_4620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7533579563692622544</id><published>2008-05-17T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:41:13.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Recital Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SC8KMAmkjSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Dod4rUoX4tA/s1600-h/100_4517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SC8KMAmkjSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Dod4rUoX4tA/s320/100_4517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We're preparing for recital in a couple of weeks and today was picture day at the studio. I can't wait to see the proofs and in the meantime, I thought I'd share her smiling face from when she did a little twirl. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7533579563692622544?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7533579563692622544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7533579563692622544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7533579563692622544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7533579563692622544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/recital-practice.html' title='Recital Practice'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SC8KMAmkjSI/AAAAAAAAAhY/Dod4rUoX4tA/s72-c/100_4517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-3094742975821579083</id><published>2008-05-12T20:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:16:04.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj36QmkjNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lT0IjOQLwG8/s1600-h/100_4443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199678350060457170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj36QmkjNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lT0IjOQLwG8/s200/100_4443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After being on a trip for 8 days, I decided to stay home with the kids on Friday and give them some dedicated attention. We had a lazy morning and then I packed our lunch for a picnic. We went to LaFortune park and spent several hours playing in the sun. I had such a good time with them and managed to capture much of their play on camera. They were such good kids and we literally took time to do most everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have memories of being a child and sitting for extended periods of time gathering four leaf &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj3fwmkjLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iER3JVGeINk/s1600-h/100_4482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199677894793923762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj3fwmkjLI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iER3JVGeINk/s200/100_4482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clovers. I'm not really sure of what my facination was but I recall my grandma and grandpa being amazed at my ability to spot one. Even nowadays I find myself stepping over a clover patch and wishing for 30 minutes to pick. During our visit to the park on Friday, I took some time to share this with my children. Amazingly...I found one. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj3rgmkjMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/W57pr-bQchI/s1600-h/100_4486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199678096657386690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj3rgmkjMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/W57pr-bQchI/s200/100_4486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Dakota to hold it while I adorned Elle with a weeded tiara and to my dismay, he discarded it! After all my preaching about how special they are and he simply tossed it to the ground so he could play with a stick. Talk about a short attention span!  Four leaf clover or not, I was very lucky to have spent that time with my kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj4PwmkjOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eAn8ZnhZLdI/s1600-h/100_4455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199678719427644642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj4PwmkjOI/AAAAAAAAAg4/eAn8ZnhZLdI/s200/100_4455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj4hAmkjPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vLKJFzbT8N8/s1600-h/100_4476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199679015780388082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj4hAmkjPI/AAAAAAAAAhA/vLKJFzbT8N8/s200/100_4476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-3094742975821579083?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3094742975821579083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=3094742975821579083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3094742975821579083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/3094742975821579083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-lucky-day.html' title='Oh Lucky Day'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SCj36QmkjNI/AAAAAAAAAgw/lT0IjOQLwG8/s72-c/100_4443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8807763329595787788</id><published>2008-05-04T16:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:49:09.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Little Booger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SB4vOWxGA8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/aeIYHQM1A0M/s1600-h/ATT4626002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196642943708300226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SB4vOWxGA8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/aeIYHQM1A0M/s320/ATT4626002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I left a few days ago for a business trip and it wasn't until yesterday that I noticed that my dear sweet daughter has been actively applying make up from my cosmetics bag. How do I know? Well, two tubes of lipstick were capped before the lipstick was secured inside the tube. Much to my surprise, I found the caps clogged with lipstick and the stick part is blunt and rugged. It's really humerous in a way...very typical for her. I guess I should be grateful that she capped them when she was finished (even if it destroyed $20 worth of lipstick!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8807763329595787788?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8807763329595787788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8807763329595787788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8807763329595787788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8807763329595787788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/that-little-booger.html' title='That Little Booger!'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SB4vOWxGA8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/aeIYHQM1A0M/s72-c/ATT4626002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-861219299665766562</id><published>2008-04-27T11:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:25:22.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dakota's Soccer Injury</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SBSnqWxGA6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/MPg9MRTHZ7o/s1600-h/100_4361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SBSnqWxGA6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/MPg9MRTHZ7o/s320/100_4361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the spot just above his temple. This happened after he was running to save the other team from scoring a goal. There was a lot of cut grass lying in mounds on the field and he tripped over some. His head crashed into the goal post and you could hear the "ping" from across the field. He lay motionless and I took off running. I just knew we were headed to the hospital. Once the coach and I got to him, we found him crying and alert. He ended up okay but it was SO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt;. This happened just one week after he took a ball to the face. Poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that he saved the ball and kept the team from scoring. Way to go kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193961617100243890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SBSokmxGA7I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3F73uLDXbRs/s320/100_4412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is my social butterfly.  She and this little girl played so well together.  It helps keep her entertained while the boys play ball.   Thank heavens for little girls.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-861219299665766562?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/861219299665766562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=861219299665766562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/861219299665766562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/861219299665766562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/dakotas-soccer-injury.html' title='Dakota&apos;s Soccer Injury'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SBSnqWxGA6I/AAAAAAAAAgI/MPg9MRTHZ7o/s72-c/100_4361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7038350751763123098</id><published>2008-04-18T22:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:27:29.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elle'/><title type='text'>Cool Chica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SAlmd8o4jhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rFXdpLQDMP4/s1600-h/100_4351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190792710201052690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SAlmd8o4jhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rFXdpLQDMP4/s320/100_4351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture.  She normally takes my glasses and wears them upside down but this time she got it right...even if they're a little lop sided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7038350751763123098?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7038350751763123098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7038350751763123098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7038350751763123098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7038350751763123098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/cool-chica.html' title='Cool Chica'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SAlmd8o4jhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/rFXdpLQDMP4/s72-c/100_4351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-2231863031951311151</id><published>2008-04-18T18:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:16:20.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Go Pirates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SAkqX8o4jgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/slIF86sOStM/s1600-h/DSC02247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190726636424171010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SAkqX8o4jgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/slIF86sOStM/s320/DSC02247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring 2008 has been an exciting soccer season. The Pirates have only won a couple of games but Dakota is playing so well. This is the first season that he has really shined. He has been hussling, scoring, blocking and having many touches on the ball. We are so proud of how well he's doing and we're beginning to think that soccer may be his thing. I'm am an official fan and proud of my soccer son.&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/7484889490606935689-2231863031951311151?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2231863031951311151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=2231863031951311151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2231863031951311151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/2231863031951311151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-pirates.html' title='Go Pirates!'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SAkqX8o4jgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/slIF86sOStM/s72-c/DSC02247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-8956457932526941249</id><published>2008-04-09T20:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:54:53.193-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota'/><title type='text'>Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_1yur1AE_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/B6kYhH-vs34/s1600-h/100_4358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_1yur1AE_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/B6kYhH-vs34/s320/100_4358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! Dakota has learned how to tie his shoes. I kept telling him that it was important that he learn this skill during Kindergarten (I don't know why but it seemed like the appropriate time). It's my fault that he hadn't known before now because I didn't take the time to teach him. He would just take his shoes on and off but keep the laces tied the entire time. So yesterday morning I made him try. It didn't go well because he got whiny and said "I can't" which I hate. So I got frustrated and he cried. Reminds me a bit like the &lt;a href="http://docfam.blogspot.com/2007/09/been-there-done-that.html"&gt;bike riding exercise&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night I made him try again just before sleep. I told him he had to try three times and then he could go to bed. By the second try, he was doing it on his own. And again this morning, success! He doesn't even need my coaching or assistance. I'm so proud that he tried and he's so proud of his accomplishment.  It's amazing how a little confidence can make a child feel so strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-8956457932526941249?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8956457932526941249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=8956457932526941249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8956457932526941249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/8956457932526941249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/success.html' title='Success'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_1yur1AE_I/AAAAAAAAAfw/B6kYhH-vs34/s72-c/100_4358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-4959658124071796471</id><published>2008-04-05T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T16:50:43.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Simple and Kind Gesture</title><content type='html'>As a follow up to my last entry, I wanted to comment on yet another act of kindness where the reaction surprised me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I mailed a hand written thank you note to this woman in accounting (Ms. X) who is responsible for processing all of the expense reports in the company.  With all the travel I do (and there are some who travel WAY more than I), I felt it was important to tell her how much I appreciate the time she takes to process my reimbursements.  I'm very aware of the tediousness of this task and frankly I'm not sure how a person could enjoy such a job.  &lt;yuck!&gt;  In fact, I'm not sure she does because she maintains a bit of scowl on her face most of the time.   Regardless, I do appreciate her.  And later that day I received an email from her boss telling me that I'd made Ms. X's day by sending that card and that Ms. X was really in need of a boost.  She said it was a thoughtful thing to do.  And once again, I was just doing what Momma always told me was the right thing to do.  Momma knows best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-4959658124071796471?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4959658124071796471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=4959658124071796471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4959658124071796471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/4959658124071796471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-simple-and-kind-gesture.html' title='Another Simple and Kind Gesture'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-6763015707049605668</id><published>2008-04-02T08:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:04:29.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Know</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, I am actively involved in a local &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;organization&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;a href="http://www.margarethudson.org/"&gt;The Margaret Hudson Program&lt;/a&gt; which is a school for pregnant and parenting teens.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MHP&lt;/span&gt; offers a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;variety&lt;/span&gt; of services to our girls and their babies beyond the standard academic services including health care, child care, counseling services, nutrition services and more.  Our goal is to make these girls self sustaining, contributing members of our community.  We help teen families succeed! The program is very near and dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently learned of the pending retirement of a long time nurse of ours.  While retirement is often "no bid deal" I found this news to be especially disturbing because I know that this woman offers care to our students well beyond that of a nurse.  She's a second mom to some of these girls who are so young and yet becoming mothers themselves.  Often times, these girls don't have mothers of their own that are strong role models so nurse Marilyn is a real blessing in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our facility tours, I took a moment to walk up to Marilyn and let her know how disappointed I am that we are losing her but how happy I am for her and her retirement.  I wanted her know that she is valued, appreciated and she will be missed.  Our entire dialogue lasted no more than two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minutes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday I was at one of our campuses dropping off my friend's maternity clothes as a donation to the girls.  While I was in the lobby, Marilyn came up to me with tears in her eyes and told me the difference that &lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; making for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MHP&lt;/span&gt;.  And she proceeded to inform me that my words to her during the tour had meant so much to her and that a bit of encouragement can go a long way.  Her lip quivered, he eyes ran full and she was truly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show how much a few sincere words can really mean to a person.  You just never know the impact that you have on another life even when you are going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; life as usual.  It felt good to make her happy.  And Marilyn will be sadly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-6763015707049605668?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6763015707049605668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=6763015707049605668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6763015707049605668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/6763015707049605668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-never-know.html' title='You Never Know'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-7628602014207952001</id><published>2008-04-01T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:53:54.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice and jason'/><title type='text'>Jason and Candice Over The Years</title><content type='html'>We first met in the summer of 1990. I met a girl named Krystal at Clark Theatre summer camp. Krystal invited me to a summer swim party for incoming Booker T. Washington Freshmen. At that time, Jason was dating another girl named Camden (still one of my best friends). By Junior year, Jason and I were an item. We started dating in October of 1992 and were married in March of 1998. We had our first child in November 2001 and our second in June 2004. There have been many experiences and memories along the way and many more are yet to come. In this section you will see a photographic look down memory lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-7628602014207952001?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7628602014207952001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=7628602014207952001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7628602014207952001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/7628602014207952001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2007/08/jason-and-candice-over-years.html' title='Jason and Candice Over The Years'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5575097878142018440</id><published>2008-03-31T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:54:11.138-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candice and jason'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SGOCzm5vDLI/AAAAAAAABHM/iUl9vYJbG8E/s1600-h/Me+and+Doc+June+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216156616552811698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SGOCzm5vDLI/AAAAAAAABHM/iUl9vYJbG8E/s320/Me+and+Doc+June+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SFx0p0R3kMI/AAAAAAAABHE/JepDnufbfus/s1600-h/100_4179.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484889490606935689-5575097878142018440?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5575097878142018440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5575097878142018440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5575097878142018440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5575097878142018440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/2008_18.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SGOCzm5vDLI/AAAAAAAABHM/iUl9vYJbG8E/s72-c/Me+and+Doc+June+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-5435578051269081366</id><published>2008-03-31T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:37:14.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Mamma Sandy's 29th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rYYxtEGeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/J7wBFcVXJUc/s1600-h/100_4323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186695841041357282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rYYxtEGeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/J7wBFcVXJUc/s320/100_4323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of my mother-in-law on her 29th birthday!  We had a nice gathering at the house with Jason's parents, sisters, my parents, grandma and our dear friend T.G. and her kiddos.  Oh, and don't let me forget that Kara's friend Lauren and also her BOYFRIEND Gannon were here.  Yep, you heard it.  That sweet little baby that was born a short 13 years ago (almost 14) is officially dating.  It's amazing how quickly I forget the joys of an adolescent crush.  I keep asking her if he's a good kisser but she won't tell me.  Doesn't a sister-in-law have a right to know?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sorry for Kara's future husband.  He will have two men to impress, her Dad and her middle aged brother.  At least we hope he'll be middle aged by the time she marries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7484889490606935689-5435578051269081366?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5435578051269081366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=5435578051269081366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5435578051269081366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/5435578051269081366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/mamma-sandys-29th-birthday.html' title='Mamma Sandy&apos;s 29th Birthday'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rYYxtEGeI/AAAAAAAAAfo/J7wBFcVXJUc/s72-c/100_4323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-1810548039937051954</id><published>2008-03-24T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:27:56.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rXBRtEGbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_6-UKH9yhCM/s1600-h/easter+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rXBRtEGbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_6-UKH9yhCM/s320/easter+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was a good time. We met up for Easter lunch at my Aunt Lori's house and before we left, I demanded a family photo.  It's been at least 7 years since this same group took a picture together.  As you can see, we're a small but friendly bunch. If you were to compare this with a family picture of Jason's you'd notice a significant difference in the size of our families. My mother is one of three children and two of them had only one child and Lori had two. So, this photo includes spouses and two great grandmothers and we're &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; a small group. But our size is no indication of the amount of love we share. I'm very blessed to have these people in my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rXfxtEGcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xXv2eaBZ4aI/s1600-h/100_4305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186694861788813762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rXfxtEGcI/AAAAAAAAAfY/xXv2eaBZ4aI/s200/100_4305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rXshtEGdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/fm-f3JvG-rg/s1600-h/100_4314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186695080832145874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rXshtEGdI/AAAAAAAAAfg/fm-f3JvG-rg/s200/100_4314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7484889490606935689-1810548039937051954?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1810548039937051954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=1810548039937051954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1810548039937051954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/1810548039937051954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R_rXBRtEGbI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/_6-UKH9yhCM/s72-c/easter+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7484889490606935689.post-103979132444609185</id><published>2008-03-20T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T21:26:45.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Day 5 of Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R-Mcwm6JmTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/huvsGVxQzpQ/s1600-h/100_4282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180015617809946930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R-Mcwm6JmTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/huvsGVxQzpQ/s320/100_4282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The plane ride home...good times were had by all!&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/7484889490606935689-103979132444609185?l=docfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/feeds/103979132444609185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7484889490606935689&amp;postID=103979132444609185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/103979132444609185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7484889490606935689/posts/default/103979132444609185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-5-of-vacation.html' title='Day 5 of Vacation'/><author><name>Doctor Family</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/SulpVlCYzSI/AAAAAAAADS4/Ntc32Qv6sJg/S220/100_0657.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eSMjIkQm80M/R-Mcwm6JmTI/AAAAAAAAAfI/huvsGVxQzpQ/s72-c/100_4282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
