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		<title>My Sentimental Hoarder Wanna Be</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Michael and I took the front door off to sand it, re-stain, and replace the hardware.  Noah wondered out to the garage (he must have been incredibly bored).  He asked what we were doing and I explained it to him.  He saw the old hardware sitting on the...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFYGMao5gHw/Tnd8IvTMyVI/AAAAAAAAGG0/zZQUKG_6DRE/s1600/knob.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFYGMao5gHw/Tnd8IvTMyVI/AAAAAAAAGG0/zZQUKG_6DRE/s200/knob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654124346764740946" /></a><br />Michael and I took the front door off to sand it, re-stain, and replace the hardware.  Noah wondered out to the garage (he must have been incredibly bored).  He asked what we were doing and I explained it to him.  He saw the old hardware sitting on the work table and asked if he could have the old knob and we told him no.<br />Fast forward to this morning.  I was relating the story to Rachel.  Noah heard his name and came into the living room.  Rachel rolled her eyes at the story and she was not surprised.<span class="Apple-style-span" >  Noah stated boldly, <i><b>"It was an awesome door knob, and we were all used to it!"</b></i></span><br /> <br />Be afraid...very afraid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-1289593570349607214?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&quot;I Love to Laugh&#8230;Loud and Strong and Clear&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"To wit he replied, "Quickly?"Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their norma...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s1600/venus+flytrap.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609852388097842242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s400/venus+flytrap.jpg" /></a><br />Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"<br />To wit he replied, "Quickly?"<br />Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"<br />She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their normal size, then close up overlapping the meal.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s1600/molt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609853447958948514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s400/molt.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />(After this point is Rachel writing. I was going to just write and pretend that I was mom, but it's too weird to write in third person...)<br />Noah recently had his 11th Birthday and while he was laying down on the floor in mom's room and he said "The skin on my hand is really dry and peeling off." <em>And because Noah is especially fun to mess with</em> I responded,<br />"Noah, you're going through your eleven year molt!<em> Ahh... I remember my eleven year molt.</em> Cleared it away before you knew about it had to keep it a secret." And then mom began playing along and it was much fun!<br /><strong>Rules of the eleven year molt:<br /></strong>*It happens overnight when you are eleven.<br />*Much like pulling teeth the parent clears it away and leaves behind a dollar under the pillow.<br />*It happens to everyone. Much like puberty. ;D<br />*You can have it pulled, but it hurts.<br />* Kids below eleven aren't allowed to know about it until they turn eleven.<br />(Going to put some money under Noah's pillow now!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5452755245034560897?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2011 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"To wit he replied, "Quickly?"Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their norma...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s1600/venus+flytrap.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609852388097842242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z290S293umI/TdozBlLy3EI/AAAAAAAAGBQ/KXNu0UWhJZs/s400/venus+flytrap.jpg" /></a><br />Last night after family reading time Rachel asked Michael, "Do you know how a Venus flytrap closes?"<br />To wit he replied, "Quickly?"<br />Rachel says, "Ugh... I didn't ask for an adverb!"<br />She went on to explain how the cells on one side grow to twice their normal size, then close up overlapping the meal.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s1600/molt.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609853447958948514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qK-aVPGTfao/Tdoz_ReX6qI/AAAAAAAAGBY/2rAlcIJ5sFU/s400/molt.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />(After this point is Rachel writing. I was going to just write and pretend that I was mom, but it's too weird to write in third person...)<br />Noah recently had his 11th Birthday and while he was laying down on the floor in mom's room and he said "The skin on my hand is really dry and peeling off." <em>And because Noah is especially fun to mess with</em> I responded,<br />"Noah, you're going through your eleven year molt!<em> Ahh... I remember my eleven year molt.</em> Cleared it away before you knew about it had to keep it a secret." And then mom began playing along and it was much fun!<br /><strong>Rules of the eleven year molt:<br /></strong>*It happens overnight when you are eleven.<br />*Much like pulling teeth the parent clears it away and leaves behind a dollar under the pillow.<br />*It happens to everyone. Much like puberty. ;D<br />*You can have it pulled, but it hurts.<br />* Kids below eleven aren't allowed to know about it until they turn eleven.<br />(Going to put some money under Noah's pillow now!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5452755245034560897?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Naivete&#8230;Taylor Style</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Adventures in Conversations with my kids:First:Noah came in after watching some show we picked up from the library and started explaining how someone might survive a fall from 100 stories. It entailed standing on top of a plank of wood and jumping up a...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZxgoGrI/AAAAAAAAF6M/R9GdC4yy8FU/s1600/splat.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558140572845742770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZxgoGrI/AAAAAAAAF6M/R9GdC4yy8FU/s400/splat.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Adventures in Conversations with my kids:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>First:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Noah came in after watching some show we picked up from the library and started explaining how someone might survive a fall from 100 stories. It entailed standing on top of a plank of wood and jumping up at just the right distance from the ground to avoid a deadly impact. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">My response: "Your superhero days await you."</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Noah's reply: "I wouldn't try it...I'm not sure what a survival distance from the ground is?</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Michael then explained to him that no one would survive a fall from that height. Apparently, Noah couldn't figure out how he would be able to jump up from the board during the fall.</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Second:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We will be selling Girl Scout cookies by the end of the week and I was picking Rachel's brain for some ideas for the annual ad. I thought a retro, or vintage style ad may be fun. Eve was hanging out with us by the computer.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I said: "I need to find a vintage Girl Scout picture."</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Eve matter of factly: "Go to vintagegirlscout.com"</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Rachel quipped: "Like that would work."</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I googled the terms and got a link to vintage girlscout.com. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Eve said: "I told you."</div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZulLA2I/AAAAAAAAF6E/Ins_6gQBhfA/s1600/girlscout.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558140572059501410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZulLA2I/AAAAAAAAF6E/Ins_6gQBhfA/s400/girlscout.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5635337996967365647?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Adventures in Conversations with my kids:First:Noah came in after watching some show we picked up from the library and started explaining how someone might survive a fall from 100 stories. It entailed standing on top of a plank of wood and jumping up a...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZxgoGrI/AAAAAAAAF6M/R9GdC4yy8FU/s1600/splat.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558140572845742770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZxgoGrI/AAAAAAAAF6M/R9GdC4yy8FU/s400/splat.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Adventures in Conversations with my kids:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>First:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Noah came in after watching some show we picked up from the library and started explaining how someone might survive a fall from 100 stories. It entailed standing on top of a plank of wood and jumping up at just the right distance from the ground to avoid a deadly impact. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">My response: "Your superhero days await you."</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;">Noah's reply: "I wouldn't try it...I'm not sure what a survival distance from the ground is?</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">Michael then explained to him that no one would survive a fall from that height. Apparently, Noah couldn't figure out how he would be able to jump up from the board during the fall.</span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Second:</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We will be selling Girl Scout cookies by the end of the week and I was picking Rachel's brain for some ideas for the annual ad. I thought a retro, or vintage style ad may be fun. Eve was hanging out with us by the computer.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I said: "I need to find a vintage Girl Scout picture."</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Eve matter of factly: "Go to vintagegirlscout.com"</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Rachel quipped: "Like that would work."</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I googled the terms and got a link to vintage girlscout.com. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Eve said: "I told you."</div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZulLA2I/AAAAAAAAF6E/Ins_6gQBhfA/s1600/girlscout.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558140572059501410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TSJ7ZulLA2I/AAAAAAAAF6E/Ins_6gQBhfA/s400/girlscout.jpg" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5635337996967365647?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mornin&#8217;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2010 13:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The background to this is that several mornings I would make Noah cinnamon sugar toast and Rachel didn't get any.  I would usually make her oatmeal, or a blueberry bagel, but she longed to be included in each sugary breaded breakfast treat.I asked the ...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TNvxc_wpeiI/AAAAAAAAF0A/OSVb5Lflwqg/s1600/fed0d7d8259b09ecd782d40611758b62612f0f31.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TNvxc_wpeiI/AAAAAAAAF0A/OSVb5Lflwqg/s400/fed0d7d8259b09ecd782d40611758b62612f0f31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538285647236266530" /></a><br />The background to this is that several mornings I would make Noah cinnamon sugar toast and Rachel didn't get any.  I would usually make her oatmeal, or a blueberry bagel, but she longed to be included in each sugary breaded breakfast treat.<br /><br />I asked the kids, "What do you want for breakfast?"<br /><br />Rachel responded, "Are you making anything special for Noah?"<br /><br />Me:  "Yes, because I like him best."<br /><br />Rachel:  "I'll have that."<br /><br />Another successful interaction with my children to start the day.<br /><br />:::::::::::Book Club::::::::<br /><br />Today is the last session of Book Club with Eve's 2nd grade class.  They are smart kids and quite silly.  I baked them cupcakes for our last treat.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-5785057118253042042?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>That&#8217;s a Blog!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2010 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Noahism:Noah came home from school on Monday and said, "You know you forgot to pack me a snack?"Me:  "Sorry.  I realized that after you left that I only packed one for Evey."He wanted to eat some sugary snacks, so I said, "I know you like to eat crap."...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TKtl4NOtoWI/AAAAAAAAFxo/JKeSN7hU0lE/s1600/cookie+monster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TKtl4NOtoWI/AAAAAAAAFxo/JKeSN7hU0lE/s400/cookie+monster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524621384198496610" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Noahism:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;">Noah came home from school on Monday and said, "You know you forgot to pack me a snack?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;">Me:  "Sorry.  I realized that after you left that I only packed one for Evey."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">He wanted to eat some sugary snacks, so I said, <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"I know you like to eat crap."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;">Noah:  "I call it <span style="font-style: italic;">unhealthy goodness</span>."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: arial;">Me:  "Nice.  Why don't you eat an apple."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: arial;">Noah:  "I said I was hungry not desperate.  <span style="font-weight: bold;">That's a blog!</span>"</span><br /><br /><br /><br />::::::::Neighborhood Clean up:::<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TKtl_XRa-ZI/AAAAAAAAFxw/C5s2CvUfGYY/s1600/tree+hugger.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TKtl_XRa-ZI/AAAAAAAAFxw/C5s2CvUfGYY/s400/tree+hugger.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524621507153295762" /></a><br /><br />Below is a link and article from back in April when we joined Aaron's troop to help clean up the park next to the scout hut.  I was quoted, so I thought I would share the article on my blog:<br /> <br />http://www.tuckercivic.org/NewsEvents.html<br /><br />  April 2010  <br />     <br /><br />  <br /><br />Scores of volunteers at Cofer Park cleanup<br /><br />More than 70 residents of all ages joined in TCA’s “Give An Hour” at Cofer Park on May 10.  There were local homeowners and their children, Boy Scouts, and more than a dozen congregants from Tucker First Baptist Church.  After the county Parks Department dropped off a mountain of mulch and four new metal park benches, some volunteers spread mulch around bushes and flower beds while others dug post holes and poured cement to anchor the benches near the park’s fishing pond.<br /><br />Another large job was removing a two-inch deep layer of silt from the floor of the park pavilion, then digging a trench around three sides of the pavilion to direct future stormwater runoff.   There was real enthusiasm for this event.  First Baptist Pastor Randy Shepley explained, “Our church exists to love our community through Jesus, which means working with our neighbors for the common good.”<br /><br />Victoria Taylor, mother of a Boy Scout, said, “Anything that can bring people out to the park to work with their family and others while enjoying nature is a worthwhile effort.”  Juliet Melvin, whose 13-year-old daughter plays soccer in the park, added, “We use the soccer fields here, and it’s invaluable for children to see that you have to clean up the facilities that you use.”<br />TCA’s next “Give An Hour” is scheduled for May 1, 10 – 11 a.m.  Volunteers will freshen up Fitzgerald Field, a youth athletics facility at 4877 Lawrenceville Highway, in advance of the Tucker High School spring football game.<br /><br />For more information, contact Ron Wilkinson at district4@tuckercivic.org or  <br />     <br /><br />:::::::::::::::Arts in Education::::::<br /><br />I got to be the hostess for one of the most fun presenters from Young Audiences.  Cathy Kammerlain came to the elementary school this morning to present a show on Georgia history.  The kids learned and laughed.  Her show allows for a lot of audience participation.  Here is a picture of Eve at the show:<br />  <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TKtnb9Tes9I/AAAAAAAAFx4/OHXCqxwnDDg/s1600/DSC_7182.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TKtnb9Tes9I/AAAAAAAAFx4/OHXCqxwnDDg/s400/DSC_7182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524623097910440914" /></a><br />Eve represented the month of September in Georgia when we have the Yellow Daisy Festival at Stone Mountain.<br />Now to color correct photos and upload them for the yearbook...oh, and throw in housework.<br /><br />Smiles,  Victoria<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-635323554134281285?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The Heart of the TARDIS is&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[ made of yellow cake, marble cake, and buttercream frosting.  Who knew?  Time And Relative Dimension In SpaceMichael uses a square fondant cutter to make the windows of the police box.He places the window panes of white fondant into the blue walls.Rach...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJznyUKIShI/AAAAAAAAFwg/GCv1md6mlDA/s1600/DSC_6907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJznyUKIShI/AAAAAAAAFwg/GCv1md6mlDA/s320/DSC_6907.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzkl-4iZqI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/511T-XIu6yY/s1600/2010+09+21+Tardis+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><br />made of yellow cake, marble cake, and buttercream frosting.  Who knew?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzktC6jM8I/AAAAAAAAFwY/d1sTEzJGl_k/s1600/2010+09+20+Tardis+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvx9uj6GsI/AAAAAAAAFv4/MoxEbCHFsGg/s1600/DSC_6876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvc5Wc1y5I/AAAAAAAAFvI/YElIZpqnGAI/s400/DSC_6896.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Time And Relative Dimension In Space</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvoWUDNfyI/AAAAAAAAFvY/E7U_59qKpFE/s320/DSC_6854.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Michael uses a square fondant cutter to make the windows of the police box.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvpGFQ7WUI/AAAAAAAAFvg/3LM9Bi5alwc/s320/DSC_6855.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He places the window panes of white fondant into the blue walls.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvpnDGLw5I/AAAAAAAAFvo/31a5gcFi6GQ/s320/DSC_6861.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rachel observes her dad's handiwork.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvu_BEOdCI/AAAAAAAAFvw/4gDmdZP2CW4/s320/DSC_6870.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I printed the Police Box signs on my computer.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvx9uj6GsI/AAAAAAAAFv4/MoxEbCHFsGg/s1600/DSC_6876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvx9uj6GsI/AAAAAAAAFv4/MoxEbCHFsGg/s320/DSC_6876.jpg" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvx9uj6GsI/AAAAAAAAFv4/MoxEbCHFsGg/s1600/DSC_6876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvc5Wc1y5I/AAAAAAAAFvI/YElIZpqnGAI/s1600/DSC_6896.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvoWUDNfyI/AAAAAAAAFvY/E7U_59qKpFE/s1600/DSC_6854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvpGFQ7WUI/AAAAAAAAFvg/3LM9Bi5alwc/s1600/DSC_6855.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvpnDGLw5I/AAAAAAAAFvo/31a5gcFi6GQ/s1600/DSC_6861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJvu_BEOdCI/AAAAAAAAFvw/4gDmdZP2CW4/s1600/DSC_6870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzktC6jM8I/AAAAAAAAFwY/d1sTEzJGl_k/s1600/2010+09+20+Tardis+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzktC6jM8I/AAAAAAAAFwY/d1sTEzJGl_k/s320/2010+09+20+Tardis+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzkl-4iZqI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/511T-XIu6yY/s1600/2010+09+21+Tardis+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzkl-4iZqI/AAAAAAAAFwQ/511T-XIu6yY/s320/2010+09+21+Tardis+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzkdKnFPnI/AAAAAAAAFwI/-5P7WHpEvLg/s1600/2010+09+21+Tardis+3+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzkdKnFPnI/AAAAAAAAFwI/-5P7WHpEvLg/s320/2010+09+21+Tardis+3+copy.jpg" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzhuSNoPyI/AAAAAAAAFwA/-tqXUZANcrA/s1600/2010+09+21+Tardis+finale+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJzhuSNoPyI/AAAAAAAAFwA/-tqXUZANcrA/s320/2010+09+21+Tardis+finale+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I suppose we could have done a cake to look like fishsticks and custard, but we nixed that idea in favor of the big blue box.<br />Happy 13th Birthday, Rachel!...and many more!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-1946164367753778225?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>ExterminEIGHT!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Sep 2010 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Yep!  I, purposely, misspelled exterminate.Eve requested Chinese food for dinner, so we went to Hunan's on Chamblee Tucker.  The owner is such a cut up.  He brought Eve some fried pineapple for dessert and led us in singing in a birthday song.  Eve, es...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE7_V4i0NI/AAAAAAAAFu8/ENELT1Z2tUA/s1600/dalek.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE7_V4i0NI/AAAAAAAAFu8/ENELT1Z2tUA/s400/dalek.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517256977897672914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE37uWyqvI/AAAAAAAAFuc/c0ndeb3pRxE/s1600/eve+turns+8+copy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE37uWyqvI/AAAAAAAAFuc/c0ndeb3pRxE/s400/eve+turns+8+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517252517701004018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Yep!  I, purposely, misspelled exterminate.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDUKvBEifI/AAAAAAAAFuU/0bBH3YItwyQ/s1600/DSC_6586.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDUKvBEifI/AAAAAAAAFuU/0bBH3YItwyQ/s320/DSC_6586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517142824413596146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDQ0PkptgI/AAAAAAAAFtk/b6fbWeoU-Ec/s1600/DSC_6563.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDQ0PkptgI/AAAAAAAAFtk/b6fbWeoU-Ec/s320/DSC_6563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517139139480892930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDTZXz6JnI/AAAAAAAAFuE/XtCAhN-i764/s1600/DSC_6590.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDTZXz6JnI/AAAAAAAAFuE/XtCAhN-i764/s320/DSC_6590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141976370783858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDTpM5j4sI/AAAAAAAAFuM/dTHf_Dc-_W0/s1600/DSC_6588.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDTpM5j4sI/AAAAAAAAFuM/dTHf_Dc-_W0/s320/DSC_6588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517142248319607490" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDShyeCEhI/AAAAAAAAFt0/RlpfF_gJs0U/s1600/DSC_6597.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDShyeCEhI/AAAAAAAAFt0/RlpfF_gJs0U/s320/DSC_6597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141021454111250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDTF1W78wI/AAAAAAAAFt8/1by-9QVApoA/s1600/DSC_6593.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDTF1W78wI/AAAAAAAAFt8/1by-9QVApoA/s320/DSC_6593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141640704946946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE6AiESRPI/AAAAAAAAFu0/UlF2NyPoar4/s1600/DSC_6598.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE6AiESRPI/AAAAAAAAFu0/UlF2NyPoar4/s400/DSC_6598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517254799324759282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE6AF3-EII/AAAAAAAAFus/rSFrWc1NQzg/s1600/DSC_6600.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE6AF3-EII/AAAAAAAAFus/rSFrWc1NQzg/s400/DSC_6600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517254791756910722" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE5_oIe74I/AAAAAAAAFuk/eBNiNytezuk/s1600/DSC_6605.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJE5_oIe74I/AAAAAAAAFuk/eBNiNytezuk/s400/DSC_6605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517254783773110146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Eve requested Chinese food for dinner, so we went to Hunan's on Chamblee Tucker.  The owner is such a cut up.  He brought Eve some fried pineapple for dessert and led us in singing in a birthday song.  Eve, especially, loved the spring rolls and moo goo gai pan.  She kept hunting for more water chestnuts.<br /><br />::::::::::::::Morning Silliness::::::::<br /><br />This morning Rachel and Noah had a lip-sync contest when Word Girl came on PBS.  They were hilarious.  Rachel declared victory, but Noah did not acquiesce.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDSSgnmm4I/AAAAAAAAFts/gPSKLy0J1SQ/s1600/DSC_6608.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TJDSSgnmm4I/AAAAAAAAFts/gPSKLy0J1SQ/s320/DSC_6608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517140758964378498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />:::::::::Cool Kid Podcasts::::::<br /><br /><a href="http://www.actuallyspeaking.com/blog/2010/4/28/introducingaarons-world.html">Aaron's World</a><br /><br />I love that Aaron and his helpful computer do the talking in this informative podcast about dinosaurs.  The episodes are just over 5 minutes and Aaron's approach to learning and teaching others is engaging.<br /><br />:::::::::::::::Bee Cake Pops::::::<br /><br />Well I am off to make cake pops with the Beehives at church.  Check www.Bakerella.com  to see what I mean.<br /><br />Later, gators.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-1876540118035299827?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Whoa&#8230;Can You Hear The Quiet?</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 09 Aug 2010 17:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Victoria</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The first day of school came today.  I drove Aaron to high School for the start of 10th grade.  No photos...I was just awake enough to drive.Then, the wee beasties were awakened for their day.  Eve was so excited she only ate half of an apple.  Noah ha...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[The first day of school came today.  I drove Aaron to high School for the start of 10th grade.  No photos...I was just awake enough to drive.<br /><br />Then, the wee beasties were awakened for their day.  Eve was so excited she only ate half of an apple.  Noah had his French toast.  Sabrina F. came over to catch the bus with Rachel.<br /><br />Here I was playing with the curve function on Photoshop:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGSlB9amI/AAAAAAAAFqk/c6ducrEM4OA/s1600/eve+2010+08+09+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGSlB9amI/AAAAAAAAFqk/c6ducrEM4OA/s400/eve+2010+08+09+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503476029638666850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Noah chose to be silly for all his photos:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBDuReDlGI/AAAAAAAAFqE/RIGW4kj45fs/s1600/DSC_4205.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBDuReDlGI/AAAAAAAAFqE/RIGW4kj45fs/s400/DSC_4205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503473206889256034" border="0" /></a><br />Here is the regular photo of Eveybug:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBDuJmJG4I/AAAAAAAAFp8/nyt-hexpft4/s1600/eve+2010+08+09.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBDuJmJG4I/AAAAAAAAFp8/nyt-hexpft4/s400/eve+2010+08+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503473204775689090" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She got annoyed because I kept calling her Taylor Swift:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBBk1Tu5EI/AAAAAAAAFp0/_BLzKwmeh2Q/s1600/DSC_4201.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBBk1Tu5EI/AAAAAAAAFp0/_BLzKwmeh2Q/s320/DSC_4201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503470845687686210" border="0" /></a><br />Apparently, two boxes of tissues and a roll of paper towels turns Noah into a Sherpa:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBBkWA3r0I/AAAAAAAAFps/br40fWIVG70/s1600/DSC_4199.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBBkWA3r0I/AAAAAAAAFps/br40fWIVG70/s320/DSC_4199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503470837287071554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBBkDK-vqI/AAAAAAAAFpk/ZA-g5gBQzRw/s1600/eve+2010+08+09.jpg"><br /></a>Sabrina and Rachel cutting up at the bus stop:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGS_NLWeI/AAAAAAAAFqs/up7g1RIV69g/s1600/DSC_4222.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGS_NLWeI/AAAAAAAAFqs/up7g1RIV69g/s400/DSC_4222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503476036665039330" border="0" /></a><br />Rachel purchased these shoelaces that say "I love Nerds":<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBDu3FyfsI/AAAAAAAAFqM/sJeNGv7V0Og/s1600/DSC_4227.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBDu3FyfsI/AAAAAAAAFqM/sJeNGv7V0Og/s400/DSC_4227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503473216988020418" border="0" /></a>Rachel...the girl behind the bangs...film at 11:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGRjVl2cI/AAAAAAAAFqU/k8Sjwqqxf30/s1600/DSC_4228.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGRjVl2cI/AAAAAAAAFqU/k8Sjwqqxf30/s400/DSC_4228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503476012004268482" border="0" /></a>Waiting for the bus is not high on the Fun-O-Meter:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGSFu6xnI/AAAAAAAAFqc/UR_uc1tvysM/s1600/DSC_4229.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OcEVPrCcPic/TGBGSFu6xnI/AAAAAAAAFqc/UR_uc1tvysM/s400/DSC_4229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503476021237302898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />:::::::::My Day::::::<br /><br />I walked and read at the park, took a shower, did laundry, made beds,scowled at the ants at the sink (they are baited, so killing them would not be the best long term choice),uploaded photos, playing with some digital layouts and catching up with a little Warehouse 13 on HULU.  <br /><br />I hope y'all had a great day!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26512505-9062673825666504454?l=victoriataylor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>]]></content:encoded>
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