<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 16:30:24 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Life at the McGuire Zoo...</title><description>John McGuire and Jennifer Wright were married September 2000 in Mesa, Arizona.  Ivy Paige was born September 2004 and Riley Nicholas was born February 2007.  In September 2007, we moved to our home in Queen Creek, Arizona; then in July 2008, two Chocolate Lab / Rotti sister puppies joined our family.  And of course Ozzy the fat black house cat is still with us. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

So with kids, dogs, and a cat...it definitely is a ZOO!</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-8106639046629373651</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T16:24:52.340-08:00</atom:updated><title>All About me...Christmas Style</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Welcome to the Christmas edition of getting to know your friends. Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, and try not to be a SCROOGE!!! Just copy and change all the answers so that they apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags: Wrapping paper...nuttin like opening up a present by tearing into it first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? Real...or rather live.  I prefer plant it over trash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up your Christmas tree? Usually around Dec 10th...not too early but plenty of time to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? Sometime after New Year's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Yes...but cut with skim milk...that makes it not so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child? A little black purse with lip gloss and other early teen makeup stuff I got from a cousin.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? My husband...had to drag out ideas for that man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? This year was Ivy and Riley...so many great ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes...as long as a little people Nativity play set counts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Snail mail all the way, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? A box set of a season of Married With Children.  Poor John, it was all a misunderstanding.  At least he's gotten years of practice now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movies? Muppet Christmas Carol, the kid's new Curious George Christmas movie (very cute), The Santa Clause, and Mickey's Christmas Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?  Early fall when I bought the first thing...can we say Walmart clearance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? I know I have...I think I'm doing it this year too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? My Fudge, Mom's cookies, Dad's dinner with Oyster Stew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? I always like "Angels We have Heard on High" for some reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel or stay home for Christmas? Travel to mom's, travel to John's parents, the travel to dad's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? star-for some odd reason all the bulbs in the star are red...O_o  who the heck designed the devilish Tree star?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Morning...though growing up we always openChristmas PJ's on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Crowds, traffic, commercialism, bah-humbugs and the fact that stores are merchandising off Christmas earlier and earlier every year...(didn't change Kristy's answer cuz I Totally agree!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament, theme, and color? We get a new ornament each year for the one big thing that happened that year...babies, new house, etc.  This year's is very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite Christmas Dinner? Dad's roasts are always yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want to do for Christmas this year? The same thing we do year after year!  Plenty of family and good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's your turn...enjoy!  Merry Christmas!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-8106639046629373651?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-about-mechristmas-style.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-7949506722028063633</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T13:45:13.600-08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Turkey Day!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sww73Ig40cI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ztTyEx3VXBs/s1600/Turkey+Riley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sww73Ig40cI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ztTyEx3VXBs/s320/Turkey+Riley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407763070929392066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Riley's Coloring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sww8MMnQrnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ROpsz65xeT0/s1600/Turkey+Ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sww8MMnQrnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ROpsz65xeT0/s320/Turkey+Ivy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407763432807116402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ivy's Coloring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sw72pgzWv9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VsyG0VnLNOQ/s1600/Turkeymom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sw72pgzWv9I/AAAAAAAAAZw/VsyG0VnLNOQ/s320/Turkeymom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408531395558948818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Mom had to get in on it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWAS THE NIGHT OF THANKSGIVING,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I JUST COULDN'T SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED COUNTING BACKWARDS,&lt;br /&gt;I TRIED COUNTING SHEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LEFTOVERS BECKONED -&lt;br /&gt;THE DARK MEAT AND WHITE,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FOUGHT THE TEMPTATION&lt;br /&gt;WITH ALL OF MY MIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOSSING AND TURNING WITH ANTICIPATION,&lt;br /&gt;THE THOUGHT OF A SNACK BECAME INFATUATION.&lt;br /&gt;SO, I RACED TO THE KITCHEN, FLUNG OPEN THE DOOR,&lt;br /&gt;AND GAZED AT THE FRIDGE, FULL OF GOODIES GALORE.&lt;br /&gt;GOBBLED UP TURKEY AND BUTTERED POTATOES,&lt;br /&gt;PICKLES AND CARROTS, BEANS AND TOMATOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FELT MYSELF SWELLING SO PLUMP AND SO ROUND,&lt;br /&gt;'TIL ALL OF A SUDDEN, I ROSE OFF THE GROUND.&lt;br /&gt;I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING, FLOATING INTO THE SKY,&lt;br /&gt;WITH A MOUTHFUL OF PUDDING AND A HANDFUL OF PIE.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I MANAGED TO YELL AS I SOARED PAST THE TREES....&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EATING TO ALL - PASS THE CRANBERRIES, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR STUFFING BE TASTY,&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR TURKEY BE PLUMP.&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR POTATOES 'N GRAVY HAVE NARY A LUMP.&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR YAMS BE DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR PIES TAKE THE PRIZE,&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR THANKSGIVING DINNER STAY OFF OF YOUR THIGHS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY   THANKSGIVING   TO  ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-7949506722028063633?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sww73Ig40cI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ztTyEx3VXBs/s72-c/Turkey+Riley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-7617678754517894156</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-20T09:32:18.855-08:00</atom:updated><title>Feeling a bit better...</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here it is Friday, and Ivy's transition into her new class has been utterly seamless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it turns out that I misunderstood how fast they were working her into the new class:  Monday was 30min, Tuesday was supposed to be 1 hour, but she was doing so well that they kept her for 1 1/2 hours and Thursday she sprinted to the door at 1pm and stayed there until 15 minutes before class ended.  Apparently she loves it.  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that Ivy will never be predictable.  When you expect her to have problems with something or act badly (like 4 hour plane flights) she is cool, calm and collected.  Then there are the things she throws ya for a loop on...like having her hearing tested.  An utter ballistic fit.  And it wasn't just a tantrum, you could tell she was terrified, but for the life of me, I can't figure out why.  Her hearing is just perfect, but she has this sensitivity with her ears...no clip-on earrings, no head phones, and she plugs her ears when she's scared.  Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that Ivy's new class doesn't do much paperwork / worksheets, so I've been feverishly printing and creating worksheets for her to do between school.  I'm surprised at the things I've already made for her that she can do with out explanation or help.  Matching a letter with the animal (T for Tiger), coloring specific shapes certain colors...etc.  She really is a smart little cookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note...making all these worksheets for her has caused the teaching bug to bite me again.  I think I want to go back and finish my associates degree but change it to teacher's aid for now.  I really like the little kids in Ivy's class so maybe working at a preschool could work for me.  I think I'd enjoy that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-7617678754517894156?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-bit-better.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-8172057393161208859</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 20:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T13:08:31.044-08:00</atom:updated><title>Um...not too sure about this...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Well, last Thursday we had Ivy's Evaluation review / IEP meeting (Individual Education Plan) to help her speech along.  On the positive side, they found no cognitive delay.  No Autism or any other disorder.  The speech and language however...is rated at the same level as a 3 year old.  We were expecting that as Riley can hold little conversations with Ivy, and they understand each other.  Very cute to just listen to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the eye-brow raising part.  They decided that instead of pulling her out of her class for 30 minutes with 3 other kids that need help also, it would be better for her to be taken out of Mrs. Briggs / Ms. Kristina all together and placed in a Special Education class with other kids with the same problems.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what you're all thinking...What's the big deal?  If you've ever met our daughter, you'll understand just how bad she does with change.  Especially when it's change taking people that she loves away from her.  Daddy leaving for work used to be hell, not to mention dropping Kim off at the airport.  Getting her to understand that they were in charge and that mom will back them up almost no matter what was a huge challenge, as was Fall break.  Geez, I hate to think of how she's gonna handle Christmas break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she has to start all over.  New teachers, new friends, new routine.  They don't even start at the same time so that Ivy can't see her friends anymore.  1:00pm - 3:00pm.  Plus, they don't even have recess.  How is she gonna contain all that energy?  At least now that it's under the Special Ed program, I don't have to pay her tuition anymore...but I HATE those words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Education.  I freakin' hate the stigma that follows those two words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like I've let Ivy down somehow...I wasn't helping her develop as she should...I suppose.  All these thoughts just run thru my head...should have put her in daycare/preschool to be around other kids.  Should tried for State help programs earlier...shoulda...shoulda...shoulda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is her first day over in the new class room.  They wanted to just put her in permanently, but Briggs and I thought...not with Ivy.  They are now going to gradually ease her into it...one day this week, two the next and so forth.  It will probably help that Ms. Kristina will be taking her over to the other classroom, but being left there without knowing anyone?  Hopefully I'm just overreacting and she'll be just fine.  We'll see in about 1  1/2 hours...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-8172057393161208859?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/11/umnot-too-sure-about-this.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-4287046629366255831</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Oct 2009 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-30T14:06:38.528-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ivy's Class Halloween Party</title><description>&lt;center&gt;I finally got to go volunteer in Ivy's class and yesterday was their "Fall/Harvest/Halloween" party.  This was so fun!  I really need to go volunteer more...perhaps on a few Thursdays when John's working from home or drop Riley off at Grandma Linda's for a few hours. I helped with two of the craft centers: making spooky houses and glitter glue faces on jack'o lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutPqWb9EaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8KTcE3Z7NeQ/s1600-h/HPIM2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutPqWb9EaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8KTcE3Z7NeQ/s320/HPIM2845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398496167329599906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivy and a few of her friends...one who also dressed up as Minnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutP50dOICI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QBVfcNmJ0h4/s1600-h/HPIM2847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutP50dOICI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QBVfcNmJ0h4/s320/HPIM2847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398496433086013474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A class full of costumed kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutQo_dwnbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IzhKg2xxiV0/s1600-h/HPIM2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutQo_dwnbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IzhKg2xxiV0/s320/HPIM2848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497243494915506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As they were going through their 'morning' routine, (the date, day...) it was Ivy's day to check and post the weather.  It was so cute...she runs over to the window while the other kids were singing their weather song, runs back over, grabs the sunny sticker and with great enthusiasum yells, "It's sunny outside!" at the end of their song.  Apparently that's her favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutQ7NUcI6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vnFqTEzLV8k/s1600-h/HPIM2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutQ7NUcI6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vnFqTEzLV8k/s320/HPIM2849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497556451566498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Munchin' on the party food...her Teacher had a great idea...instead of a lot of sugary foods, she assigned each parent a color to bring a healthy food.  Green cucumbers, black olives, yellow cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutRLCHiLEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Xky79cTfNcU/s1600-h/HPIM2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutRLCHiLEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Xky79cTfNcU/s320/HPIM2850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398497828322552898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivy was the only kid to put the olives on her fingers...yeah, that's my kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutRwQUIOzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/unxjUlwFMmg/s1600-h/HPIM2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutRwQUIOzI/AAAAAAAAAZY/unxjUlwFMmg/s320/HPIM2851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398498467788634930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minnie Mouse zoomin' around on a trike...her fav thing to play with.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-4287046629366255831?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/10/ivys-class-halloween-party.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SutPqWb9EaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/8KTcE3Z7NeQ/s72-c/HPIM2845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-6765037382655213062</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T14:09:00.739-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ivy's First School Picture!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heh...so cute, even if she's not fully smiling!  I think the whole thing was confusing to her, hence the bland smile.  If ya look close enough, you can see the faint freckles that are on the tops of her cheeks and nose! Hard to believe that cute little thing is mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SuC_Cp9Tq3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/A0hcyoPHTOw/s1600-h/school+pic+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SuC_Cp9Tq3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/A0hcyoPHTOw/s320/school+pic+2009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395522405933493106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SuDC33CuJ0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zI2FQ_yYDFA/s1600-h/Ivy+Riley+at+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SuDC33CuJ0I/AAAAAAAAAYo/zI2FQ_yYDFA/s320/Ivy+Riley+at+school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395526618513811266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm so glad she loves school.  Over the fall break she was quite distressed over not seeing Mrs. Briggs and Ms. Kristina.  Just didn't understand the point of fall break I suppose.  But I kept her busy with printouts of the letters they're learning in class and practicing writing thank-you notes to Auntie Kim, Uncle Steve and her Great-grandfather in NY (for her birthday presents).  Sorry if you didn't get one yet...that's a lot of writing for a little girl and I didn't want to over load her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-6765037382655213062?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/10/ivys-first-school-picture.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SuC_Cp9Tq3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/A0hcyoPHTOw/s72-c/school+pic+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-7129965401265658051</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Oct 2009 23:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T13:15:48.641-07:00</atom:updated><title>Truth Tag</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yet another tag stole from Kristy's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My finger...don't look at me like that!  I just finished a cinnamon roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your profile picture taken? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uh...wow.  I really don't have a profile picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you play Guitar Hero? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nope, never tried and don't care to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name someone who made you laugh today? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The kiddlets-they have a bad habit of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How late did you stay up last night and why? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Um, I worked a half night last night, so...4:00am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you could move somewhere else, would you? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Probably not, I Love my Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not that I'm aware of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nate and Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe ex's can be friends? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes, if they are able to move on with their own lives first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pure heaven-sent ambrosia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the last time you cried really hard? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Really really hard? Probably Nick's death...five years ago.  I'm not a huge crier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who took your profile picture? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haha...trick question!  Don't got one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ivy and Riley holding hands walking to Ivy's class room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Was yesterday better than today? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmm...kids took a nap...working another half night tonite...not as tired as yesterday, so yeah better today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Can you live a day without TV? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, but it's so habitual it would be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you upset about anything? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hah...Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Of course!  How else could you torment anyone on a daily basis with out a relationship with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you a bad influence? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha...oh yeah...right Karen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Night out or night in? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I like calm nights in (Okay as calm as two crazy kids will allow), but nights out alone with john are always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What items could you not go without during the day? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A little time to write at my computer and a bottle of VitaminWater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My dad and his mystery heart problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What does the last text message in your inbox say?  O_O  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Um...a naughty phrase in Japanese from John...but I won't translate...hey this is a truth tag right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How do you feel about your life right now? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Very good...have a great husband, great family and friends...life is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I don't waste my energy hating someone not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If we were to look in your facebook inbox, what would we find? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Haha...nuttin'!  Don't got a facebook inbox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Duh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Only with added sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What song is stuck in your head? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow...Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow...ha!  Now it's probably stuck in your head as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A hot Saiyan...lol...only kidding!  Okay, I'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Wanna have grandkids before you’re 50? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sure...I'll still be 'young' to keep up with the little brats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Name something you have to do tomorrow? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The norm...get up, feed kids, take Ivy to / from school...work another half night for the 8th day straight (Yay, only 3 more regular days to go before I get a night off) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you think too much or too little? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I like to always be thinking about something...next vacation/trip...upcoming chapter I'm writting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you smile a lot? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yeah, except when I'm concentating.  Then it looks like I'm frowning or pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR TURN-GET TO IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-7129965401265658051?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/10/truth-tag.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-4194210109807179342</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Oct 2009 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-11T18:00:21.806-07:00</atom:updated><title>The next project: walkway &amp; sitting area</title><description>The next project has started. A walkway that goes from the patio to the garden, with a sitting area set off from the middle. Below is the progress over this weekend. The base layer of sand and paver stones will get laid next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Area dug out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ9Vh3cyVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Wgb-yP93X7I/s320/HPIM2826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391509512737573202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ivy supervising&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ-TuuPkmI/AAAAAAAAAlo/tL7_CPD6KcQ/s320/HPIM2819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391510581340508770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riley and Rocket checking out the pallet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ-mFLeLnI/AAAAAAAAAlw/R3cJMQL_2Z0/s320/HPIM2822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391510896606326386" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all take a break&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ-0Jtul2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/70kgusPL99U/s320/HPIM2824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391511138341918562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ivy contributes the first handful of gravel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ_EcwJwoI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3ABx9tBexlg/s1600-h/HPIM2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ_EcwJwoI/AAAAAAAAAmA/3ABx9tBexlg/s320/HPIM2823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391511418330268290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The gravel laid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ_ThMe24I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ngdoqPfgESQ/s1600-h/HPIM2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ_ThMe24I/AAAAAAAAAmI/ngdoqPfgESQ/s320/HPIM2827.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391511677220871042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The paver stones that are going on top next week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ_e_pGc4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xFbHm0veDtI/s1600-h/HPIM2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ_e_pGc4I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/xFbHm0veDtI/s320/HPIM2828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391511874372531074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-4194210109807179342?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-project-walkway-sitting-area.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JMcGuire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/StJ9Vh3cyVI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Wgb-yP93X7I/s72-c/HPIM2826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-2595705556024927980</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T14:27:48.161-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh how they tease me...</title><description>&lt;center&gt;So I was innocently looking though my email and a friend (and fellow DBZ nut) sent me a message entitled..."The next one may have promise" I open it up and this was what greeted me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SsuzH9soYtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6CAuISk1Eas/s1600-h/RebornVegeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SsuzH9soYtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6CAuISk1Eas/s320/RebornVegeta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389598328481145554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friends would unmistakeably be Vegeta...by far my favorite-ist character in the whole lengthy series.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now neither of us are sure if this was a legit teaser pic for the movie...but damn.  That's just a mean tease.  I can't find any info of where the next DragonBall movie is picking up from, much less who's cast as what characters!  Argh!  That's so maddening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Vegeta is to be in the next movie, I hope they tone down his hair like that did with Goku, but at the same time keep the spiky wild look to it.  Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...I'm flipping crazy to still be adament over an anime...I already know, ya don't have to tell me!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-2595705556024927980?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-how-they-tease-me.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SsuzH9soYtI/AAAAAAAAAYA/6CAuISk1Eas/s72-c/RebornVegeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-832030017059190437</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 18:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T11:21:56.154-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday Steve!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SsuKELcpW2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/D7kxzJFjWUw/s1600-h/brown+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SsuKELcpW2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/D7kxzJFjWUw/s320/brown+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389553183475981154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, he's getting old! 29 today...Ooh...that means you'll be 30 next year!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait...so will I...and before you will.  Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in any case, enjoy the last year in your twenties!  I sure will!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-832030017059190437?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-steve.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SsuKELcpW2I/AAAAAAAAAXg/D7kxzJFjWUw/s72-c/brown+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-7616758583072611235</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T13:36:53.623-07:00</atom:updated><title>Here we go again...sort of...</title><description>&lt;center&gt;Well, as many of you family-types know, I work part-time for Walmart on the overnight shift doing stocking.  Now, some of that title has changed...I'm no longer a stocker and no longer part-time.  Yeah...you heard me.  I'm back up to 40 hours a week.  But this time around, my managers are letting me do 4-10's (4 days, 10 hours).  And I have a new job...a small promotion if you will.  I am now a "Backroom Inventory Associate" complete with a .20 cent/hour raise. (It entails pulling and scanning overstock out of the backroom to go to the floor and re-binning/scanning new overstock freight...did that make sense?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my new job and am very fast at it...although I need to be careful...I'm getting kinda arrogant over how good am I at it.  In fact, many of my co-workers that know I love Dragonball have now 'lovingly' dubbed my new name to be Ms. Vegeta.  Not even kidding.  They say I act alot like the so named character, which really isn't a bad thing.  (Hmm...strong willed, confident, good strategy-forming, independant, physically strong...what's the downside here?  Oh yeah, the angry-arrogant-pride thing.) Maybe I should get my name tag changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this should be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positives are that John can now be added back onto my insurance thru work (yeah, only me and the kids available for part-timers), I'll be earning sick-time, short-term and long-term disability coverage again, and a bigger paycheck to stock away/clear out credit cards/landscape the back yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The negative is that I will be losing a lot of sleep.  Maybe.  Since John works M-F and I'll be working Th-Su, I'll be awake from 7ish Thursday morning until 9ish Saturday morning, with 2-2 hour naps. Yikes...We've already conned my dad (being retired and all...) into coming over Friday mornings and watching the kids until it's time to take Ivy to school at noon.  That will help immensely, even though Mondays will forever be my 24 hour days...at least I'm actually used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone ever drops by my store in the middle of the night hoping to find me...odds are you won't.  I almost never leave the back and that's only to deliver freight or go outside for breaks.  So call ahead and we'll get a cup of burnt and bitter coffee on my next break...cuz God knows I'll need the caffeine!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-7616758583072611235?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-we-go-againsort-of.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-1234698046675475198</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 16:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T18:16:36.181-07:00</atom:updated><title>New City - New Zip</title><description>&lt;center&gt;No, we didn't move again.  But apparently, I have a new city name and zip code to boot.  We used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen Creek, Arizona 85204&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Tan Valley, Arizona 85104 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So update all those address books...obviously the street address didn't change.  If you need that part, leave me a comment for it, with your email.  I ain't dumb enough to put it out on my blog!  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-1234698046675475198?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-city-new-zip.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-6533715380145152353</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T09:33:52.036-07:00</atom:updated><title>10 Things I love about Arizona</title><description>Well, thought of a cute idea for a tag, mainly because I wanted to know what everybody loves about the state they reside in!  So Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10 Things I Love About Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The vast wide open spaces of wilderness for backpacking, camping, canoeing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  No snow shoveling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The biodiversity...Pines to scrubby desert to sane dunes to caves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Cheap houses!  Well, at least for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Our beautiful pastel sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  I can grow sunflowers in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Our "Wild West" history.  Wyatt Earp, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Monsoon thunderstorms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  The vast array of poisonous critters...scorpions, black windows, rattlesnakes, Gila monsters, brown recluses...  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can't ya just feel the sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Cleaner air than LA or New York! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag...everybody!  Yes, even you John!  I'm curious to see what makes everyone's homes great places to live, so shoo!  You're tagged so go do it!  No tag backs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-6533715380145152353?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/09/10-things-i-love-about-arizona.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-530982301061840780</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T13:48:15.447-07:00</atom:updated><title>Poor Ozzy</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How to tell when your cat is out of water...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SqAq8wjxvvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ls9Lv1IahYQ/s1600-h/Ozzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SqAq8wjxvvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ls9Lv1IahYQ/s320/Ozzy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377345178395852530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I think we need to check that more often!  Either that or the cat has been hanging around the dogs too much...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-530982301061840780?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/08/poor-ozzy.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SqAq8wjxvvI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Ls9Lv1IahYQ/s72-c/Ozzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-3316805196583242368</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 20:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-06T11:09:19.545-07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Birthday John!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SqAogsDSSDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/l2k-vnuUZ2o/s1600-h/happy_birthday_cake-1739.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SqAogsDSSDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/l2k-vnuUZ2o/s320/happy_birthday_cake-1739.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377342497126238258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will officially celebrating both John's and Pam's and Pierce's birthday when we get together for Labor Day.  I have a really cute idea for a cake, so I'll post that later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now...Happy Birthday John!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-3316805196583242368?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-john.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SqAogsDSSDI/AAAAAAAAAXI/l2k-vnuUZ2o/s72-c/happy_birthday_cake-1739.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-8350288016853538116</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T16:54:37.313-07:00</atom:updated><title>Projects Completed and New Toys Obtained</title><description>Well, it's been a busy couple of weeks: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting the bedroom is now completed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHTfbaECPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/l8cKgquADTY/s1600-h/HPIM2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHTfbaECPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/l8cKgquADTY/s320/HPIM2739.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373308367316191474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second garden plot has been set up and some covers are being made to keep the birds out while things start growing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHUPTzerzI/AAAAAAAAAhg/N1410fmU9qw/s1600-h/HPIM2741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHUPTzerzI/AAAAAAAAAhg/N1410fmU9qw/s320/HPIM2741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373309189909032754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHUgaHLRRI/AAAAAAAAAho/5IRqiLxViAE/s1600-h/HPIM2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHUgaHLRRI/AAAAAAAAAho/5IRqiLxViAE/s320/HPIM2742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373309483660035346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I found a couple of useful new toys off Craigslist.com: a 12 inch miter saw and a drill press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHVJ-ezGqI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-B2g67bNuyQ/s1600-h/HPIM2745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHVJ-ezGqI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-B2g67bNuyQ/s320/HPIM2745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373310197797427874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHVS4I4rWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/V8-zv_q6M-U/s1600-h/HPIM2744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHVS4I4rWI/AAAAAAAAAh4/V8-zv_q6M-U/s320/HPIM2744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373310350713728354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-8350288016853538116?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/08/projects-completed-and-new-toys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JMcGuire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SpHTfbaECPI/AAAAAAAAAhY/l8cKgquADTY/s72-c/HPIM2739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-751591374581229803</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-15T10:47:34.524-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ivy's First Days of School</title><description>&lt;center&gt;Yup, my little girl has officially started school.  Even though it's Kinder-prep and not Kindergarten yet, (she missed the cut off date) it still counts as her first days of school.  Complete with the obligitory tearing up mother...but only as I walked to the car!  No one saw it! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SobxYd1Mq7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/7dsXzFAWo-Q/s1600-h/Ivy+1st+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SobxYd1Mq7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/7dsXzFAWo-Q/s320/Ivy+1st+day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370245008312806322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sobxs3GhBDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Qgd88ngWXTs/s1600-h/Playground.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sobxs3GhBDI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Qgd88ngWXTs/s320/Playground.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370245358693712946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SobyBhkeUBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Pk3GgxTenxs/s1600-h/Ivy+school+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SobyBhkeUBI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Pk3GgxTenxs/s320/Ivy+school+room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370245713691037714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sobyum4KEpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tGXjGeN1ntE/s1600-h/Ivy+School.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/Sobyum4KEpI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tGXjGeN1ntE/s320/Ivy+School.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370246488209887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy's having a bit of a rough time adjusting to the new routine, but is making progress.  Had a couple of 'melt-downs', as the teacher calls them on Tuesday and Thursday, but not on Friday!  Phew!  AND we are finally getting her in (Wednesday) to be assessed for Developmental Delay and Speech Therapy.  Once she starts speaking better, that will help ease her temper.  But she sure loves going to school!  She asks every day when she gets to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We survived the first week!  Wahoo!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-751591374581229803?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/08/ivys-first-days-of-school.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SobxYd1Mq7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/7dsXzFAWo-Q/s72-c/Ivy+1st+day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-3869112893882735510</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Jul 2009 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-29T21:36:38.731-07:00</atom:updated><title>Painting has begun</title><description>Painting the bedroom has been started. Two of the walls were done today, and the other two will be done within the next week or so. There is now also a pallet full of retainer wall bricks sitting in the driveway for Jennie :). That will be turned into a second garden box in the backyard this weekend. Jennie will probably blog it when completed. Below is a before and after of the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEfTGVjhnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZVDh7kktqws/s1600-h/HPIM2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEfTGVjhnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZVDh7kktqws/s320/HPIM2709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364103044153968242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEfp0o-wMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dcPRRBVE5XY/s1600-h/HPIM2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEfp0o-wMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/dcPRRBVE5XY/s320/HPIM2717.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364103434540597442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley and Ivy kept an eye on me during the painting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEjNXRV0wI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/i1CzxX96Gvk/s1600-h/HPIM2716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEjNXRV0wI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/i1CzxX96Gvk/s320/HPIM2716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364107343666991874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEi7Tk3nxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NpPb6VY3JBk/s1600-h/HPIM2710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEi7Tk3nxI/AAAAAAAAAhA/NpPb6VY3JBk/s320/HPIM2710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364107033437511442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-3869112893882735510?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/painting-has-begun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JMcGuire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SnEfTGVjhnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/ZVDh7kktqws/s72-c/HPIM2709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-7119622696918552684</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-25T09:31:08.309-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fighting game fans</title><description>Here is a funny fan-made video on a new fighting came coming out, BlazBlue. Parental warning due to language in the subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, at least Steve doesn't get this worked up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0AZAGBaLSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s0AZAGBaLSo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-7119622696918552684?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/fighting-game-fans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JMcGuire)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-2387814951978299822</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-20T08:59:00.582-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh, the elation!</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SlUzSSfdtmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XmU7cchTR_k/s1600-h/Wedding+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SlUzSSfdtmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XmU7cchTR_k/s320/Wedding+cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356243721121543778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably as I'm writing this posting, Kim and Steve are down at Justice of the Peace getting married and signing the necessary Army papers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to describe how happy I am for the both of them.  I know that this isn't her ideal wedding, but it sure seems like she found the ideal man for her.  None of the other guys Kim dated seemed to fit her as well as Steve does...he's marvelously intriguing (just ask him about one of his many scars), very funny, warm, a wealth of Southern knowledge (you eat what?) and just plain fun to be around.  Kim couldn't have found anyone better.  Heck, my kids absolutely adore him...without a goatee of course!  Congrats to two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SlU1dNJejNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3i2JNUbvlBM/s1600-h/wedding+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SlU1dNJejNI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3i2JNUbvlBM/s320/wedding+flowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356246107688963282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that don't know, Kim and Steve needed to get married so soon because Steve got his new duty orders...to be stationed at Ft Huachuca, Arizona!  Without being married, they would have been split up, leaving Kim back at Ft Campbell.  They'll be here in AZ around August 10th.  Yay!  A 2 or 3 hour car ride is SO much better than a 6 hour plane trip!  We can't wait to have Auntie Kim and Uncle Steve to much closer to home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SlU3FyjuhbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VnO8OL3F0m4/s1600-h/Ft+huachuca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SlU3FyjuhbI/AAAAAAAAAVE/VnO8OL3F0m4/s320/Ft+huachuca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356247904437568946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see...Ft. Huachuca is about 15 miles north of the Arizona/Mexico border.  Now there's an even better reason to go visit Tombstone and Bisbee! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-2387814951978299822?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-elation.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SlUzSSfdtmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/XmU7cchTR_k/s72-c/Wedding+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-6704322413501790120</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-19T12:21:00.540-07:00</atom:updated><title>Riley + Pudding = chocolate boy</title><description>&lt;center&gt;In a spurt of insanity, I decided to give the kiddos a pudding cup to each along with their lunch.  At least I thought ahead and put an oversized cruddy shirt on Riley.  Amazingly, most of it did end up in his tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDP3EPc50I/AAAAAAAAAVk/uT5JiBHM988/s1600-h/Riley+pudding+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDP3EPc50I/AAAAAAAAAVk/uT5JiBHM988/s320/Riley+pudding+1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359512101509195586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDPwj-BNWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ae6-SLnLt2k/s1600-h/Riley+pudding+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDPwj-BNWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/ae6-SLnLt2k/s320/Riley+pudding+2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359511989766927714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDPq_j0zpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nnsQKPrgXOc/s1600-h/Riley+pudding+3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDPq_j0zpI/AAAAAAAAAVU/nnsQKPrgXOc/s320/Riley+pudding+3.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359511894094040722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDPmipR_pI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3nTHGt9CBkk/s1600-h/Riley+pudding+4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDPmipR_pI/AAAAAAAAAVM/3nTHGt9CBkk/s320/Riley+pudding+4.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359511817612820114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we can't forget Ivy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDQtklNghI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rYco6ZjXtTw/s1600-h/Ivy+penny.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDQtklNghI/AAAAAAAAAVs/rYco6ZjXtTw/s320/Ivy+penny.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513037903331858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at the comprison between my nearly 5 yr old daughter and the 1 yr old dog...and she's the smaller of the two canines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDRIL-S_BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KaX1P6e9JOs/s1600-h/goofy+Ivy.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDRIL-S_BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/KaX1P6e9JOs/s320/goofy+Ivy.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513495154129938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDRZ08dtKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yjHylJDcaNw/s1600-h/Ivy+arm+blanket.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDRZ08dtKI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yjHylJDcaNw/s320/Ivy+arm+blanket.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359513798210073762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever little thing...I kept trying to slyly yank of the bandaid (already falling off) from her latest round of shots, so to stop my sneaky efforts, she wrapped her blanket around her arm so I couldn't get to it. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-6704322413501790120?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/riley-pudding-chocolate-boy.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SmDP3EPc50I/AAAAAAAAAVk/uT5JiBHM988/s72-c/Riley+pudding+1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-429966025425228167</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T22:51:20.717-07:00</atom:updated><title>The workbench, continued</title><description>The workbench is finally upright and usable :) The top still needs to be planned smooth and a block of wood drilled to finish the front vise, but so far it's coming along well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next projects after this have been lined up: an extra set of shelves for the pantry and then a full size arcade machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SmKz21tXv_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PGmEWxRv4ME/s1600-h/HPIM2705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SmKz21tXv_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PGmEWxRv4ME/s320/HPIM2705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044261235998706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SmK0AEW_5zI/AAAAAAAAAgY/n6m5834AQiU/s1600-h/HPIM2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SmK0AEW_5zI/AAAAAAAAAgY/n6m5834AQiU/s320/HPIM2706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044419787515698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SmK0MLHCKtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ec3q1VUqt-g/s1600-h/HPIM2707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SmK0MLHCKtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/Ec3q1VUqt-g/s320/HPIM2707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044627758033618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-429966025425228167?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/workbench-continued.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (JMcGuire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7oi6JwH1kg0/SmKz21tXv_I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/PGmEWxRv4ME/s72-c/HPIM2705.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-2394668613319633205</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T12:06:04.088-07:00</atom:updated><title>Is this really a shock?</title><description>Another steal from Kristy.  Seriously, is anyone shocked by the outcome on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have 15 boy traits and 8 girl traits"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR BOY SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] you love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love jeans&lt;br /&gt;[] dogs are better then cats&lt;br /&gt;[X] its hilarious when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;[X] you've played with/against boys on a team&lt;br /&gt;[x] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[X] you own an XBOX&lt;br /&gt;[X] you own a Wii&lt;br /&gt;[X] you played with Hot Wheels as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;[] at some point in life you wanted to be a firefighter&lt;br /&gt;[X] You own/owned a DS, PS2 or Sega&lt;br /&gt;[] you used to be obsessed with Power Rangers early morning cartoons&lt;br /&gt;[] you watch sports on tv&lt;br /&gt;[x] you go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[] you own like a trillion baseball hats&lt;br /&gt;[] you used to collect football collector cards&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love baggy sweatpants&lt;br /&gt;[] its kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;[x] black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;[] you love to go crazy and not care what other people think&lt;br /&gt;[X] sports are fun&lt;br /&gt;[x] you talk with food in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;[X] you sleep at night with your socks&lt;br /&gt;[x] you have fished at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 15/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UR GIRL SIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]you love to shop&lt;br /&gt;[X] you wear eyeliner sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[] you wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] you go to your mom for advice&lt;br /&gt;[] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;[] you hate wearing the color black&lt;br /&gt;[X] you like going to the mall&lt;br /&gt;[] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;[] you like wearing jewelry&lt;br /&gt;[x]you cried watching The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;[] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;[] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;[] you don't like the movie Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;[] you are/were in gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;[] it takes you around Half an hour to shower&lt;br /&gt;[X] you smile a lot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;[] you have more than 10 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;[X] you care about what you look like&lt;br /&gt;[] you like wearing dresses&lt;br /&gt;[X] you like wearing body spray&lt;br /&gt;[] you like high heel shoes&lt;br /&gt;[x]you used to play with dolls as a kid&lt;br /&gt;[] you like putting makeup on others&lt;br /&gt;[] you like being the star of almost everything&lt;br /&gt;[] you love shoe shopping&lt;br /&gt;[] pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 8/27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post this as 'i have ? boy traits and ? girl traits'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-2394668613319633205?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-this-really-shock.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-5555265520672425572</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-08T22:46:10.220-07:00</atom:updated><title>Personality test</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Your 'fruity' personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the table is a round food tray with five kinds of fruits on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Apple&lt;br /&gt;B. Banana&lt;br /&gt;C. Strawberry&lt;br /&gt;D. Peach&lt;br /&gt;E. Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which fruit will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Please think VERY carefully and don't rush into it.  This is great, I was astounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choice reveals a lot about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test results: Please SCROLL DOWN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have chosen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Apple: That means you are a person who loves to eat apples&lt;br /&gt;B. Banana: That means you are a person who loves to eat bananas&lt;br /&gt;C. Strawberry: That means you are a person who loves to eat strawberries&lt;br /&gt;D. Peach: That means you are a person who loves to eat peaches&lt;br /&gt;E. Orange : That means you are a person who loves to eat oranges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats!  I just wasted 15 seconds of your life!  heh heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-5555265520672425572?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/personality-test.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112814661778497546.post-3243620707859891935</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 16:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T14:41:39.568-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Birthday Gift Art</title><description>&lt;center&gt;Ok, as promised, I finally got around to scanning in the artwork that Bridget did for my birthday.  Such talent...I'm so glad she indulges me with my favorite characters, mostly Vegeta from Dragonball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkuKfUEPWII/AAAAAAAAAT8/bfEpZa8XxME/s1600-h/Chibi+Vegeta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkuKfUEPWII/AAAAAAAAAT8/bfEpZa8XxME/s320/Chibi+Vegeta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353524852627036290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Chibi = little, or baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkueQg7se1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/GBOCnGPKai8/s1600-h/Vegetax2100.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkueQg7se1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/GBOCnGPKai8/s320/Vegetax2100.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353546588615375698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favorite poses of Vegeta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkueZ_lx8ZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/y1mEwmUgDA0/s1600-h/Goku+Draft100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkueZ_lx8ZI/AAAAAAAAAUM/y1mEwmUgDA0/s320/Goku+Draft100.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353546751463780754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pencil draft of Goku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkueuwVIinI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LPiKOkp-sRk/s1600-h/Goku+inked100.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkueuwVIinI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LPiKOkp-sRk/s320/Goku+inked100.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353547108144679538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inked version&lt;br /&gt;Oneesan = big/older sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkufAqoVE-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/uoutaSEKDms/s1600-h/Vegeta+faces100.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkufAqoVE-I/AAAAAAAAAUc/uoutaSEKDms/s320/Vegeta+faces100.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353547415852225506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vegeta looks like a teenager!  So kawaii!  (Cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkvNT6dLdqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/65-vbVI2vxw/s1600-h/Ivy%27s+vegeta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkvNT6dLdqI/AAAAAAAAAUk/65-vbVI2vxw/s320/Ivy%27s+vegeta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353598324052817570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivy saw me scanning them and wanted a copy to color...quite the little artist herself!  Plus, she wrote her own name when I showed her the letters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkvRpVz_2oI/AAAAAAAAAUs/URx9a2Ph5UA/s1600-h/Riley%27s+Vegeta.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkvRpVz_2oI/AAAAAAAAAUs/URx9a2Ph5UA/s320/Riley%27s+Vegeta.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353603090220046978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Riley needed one too!  He let Ivy color the tail and hair, then did the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one more comic style drawing, but it isn't quite finished yet...I'll post it when Bridget's done.  It perfectly describes me to a 'T'!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2112814661778497546-3243620707859891935?l=jjirmcguire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jjirmcguire.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-birthday-gift-art.html</link><author>AZred15@gmail.com (Jennie)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-xTkD91W_M0/SkuKfUEPWII/AAAAAAAAAT8/bfEpZa8XxME/s72-c/Chibi+Vegeta.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>