<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355</id><updated>2009-10-16T10:38:43.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on a Lazy Afternoon</title><subtitle type='html'>Whenever I get the "yen" I will just stop a minute and record what I am thinking or have been doing.  If you stop a minute to share this with me..all the better.    Your comments will make me happy.:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-4610569582363160603</id><published>2009-03-04T06:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:03:51.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in March</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5sV7lv3cI/AAAAAAAAAkI/GJIdGX7rXK4/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309300134745464258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5sV7lv3cI/AAAAAAAAAkI/GJIdGX7rXK4/s400/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5sVv5isxI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kf0TWNDDruQ/s1600-h/DSC01349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309300131607261970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5sVv5isxI/AAAAAAAAAkA/kf0TWNDDruQ/s400/DSC01349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5sVdlOYWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rvtSJFynLVc/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309300126690206050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5sVdlOYWI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rvtSJFynLVc/s400/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5rlN-ewpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ef7eyPb5qGk/s1600-h/DSC01343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309299297867448978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5rlN-ewpI/AAAAAAAAAjw/ef7eyPb5qGk/s400/DSC01343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our first bonafide snowstorm of 2009 occured in the night of March first. It was heavy enough to make our neighborhood look like a winter greeting card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We enjoyed it as school was canceled Monday and there was a two hour delay on Tuesday. Luckily the roads cleared off well but the snow still lingers heavy in the yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they weren't so busy with school and work I imagine Kevin would be out there making a snow fort and Grant would be making a huge snowman.  Here's to the beauty of winter snow  (as long as you don't have to go outside!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-4610569582363160603?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/4610569582363160603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=4610569582363160603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4610569582363160603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4610569582363160603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2009/03/winter-in-march.html' title='Winter in March'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Sa5sV7lv3cI/AAAAAAAAAkI/GJIdGX7rXK4/s72-c/DSC01354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-1859821981025620649</id><published>2008-07-28T05:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:40:05.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night with the King of the Lions</title><content type='html'>Saturday July 26, 2008. Kelly and I have been waiting  since Valentine's Day when our husbands presented us with tickets to The Lion King &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at the Kennedy Center to see a fabulous production of "The Lion King"&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SI3r68AnKYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oypmV2vyRQ0/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SI3r68AnKYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oypmV2vyRQ0/s400/DSC01225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228094140220647810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SI3r7GgMCtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZfWxmUGQD6w/s1600-h/DSC01227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SI3r7GgMCtI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/ZfWxmUGQD6w/s400/DSC01227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228094143037442770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;Here is Grant "popping a wheelie" with the wheelchair while I am still in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SI3kzVDkr1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/D--sEt9I0ws/s1600-h/DSC01223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SI3kzVDkr1I/AAAAAAAAAZs/D--sEt9I0ws/s400/DSC01223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228086312923606866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Maggiano's. It was, as usual a glorious spread.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-1859821981025620649?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/1859821981025620649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=1859821981025620649' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/1859821981025620649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/1859821981025620649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2008/07/night-with-king-of-lions.html' title='A Night with the King of the Lions'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SI3r68AnKYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/oypmV2vyRQ0/s72-c/DSC01225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-5437444465713490600</id><published>2008-07-26T09:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:09:30.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My life before June 24, 2008</title><content type='html'>Last spring I was privileged to  line dance with the "Happy Hoofers" and tap dance with the "Step Sisters" (red costume) in a talent show at the Senior Center where I practice with these two groups of outstanding women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteVRhJlRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aiomZks2wAM/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteVRhJlRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aiomZks2wAM/s400/137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227375512066299154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteVwpZg4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/JhZliqEHG6s/s1600-h/166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteVwpZg4I/AAAAAAAAAXE/JhZliqEHG6s/s400/166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227375520422396802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteWbuU3AI/AAAAAAAAAXM/We5H5P3Pvcg/s1600-h/163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteWbuU3AI/AAAAAAAAAXM/We5H5P3Pvcg/s400/163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227375531985787906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteWsoHXBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wLku35ZxvlQ/s1600-h/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteWsoHXBI/AAAAAAAAAXU/wLku35ZxvlQ/s400/162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227375536523140114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally "hide" on the back row.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-5437444465713490600?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/5437444465713490600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=5437444465713490600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5437444465713490600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5437444465713490600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2008/07/my-life-before-june-24-2008.html' title='My life before June 24, 2008'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIteVRhJlRI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aiomZks2wAM/s72-c/137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-2836974003721754036</id><published>2008-07-23T23:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:29:33.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More of my life before Trip to Portland</title><content type='html'>Made a trip to Portland visiting Carl and Steff's families.  Went out for ice Cream  as a specail treat for Hyrum. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvN2Q4qxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZDjcj5b5wdU/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvN2Q4qxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZDjcj5b5wdU/s400/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227394076188912402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw Steve coaching Brooke's Basbetball practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvOUmBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3LJL43gdkjU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvOUmBXuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/3LJL43gdkjU/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227394084330626786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrated Sara's birthday at her "puppy Party' and traditional trip to Red Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvOt9OKcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5ZIn0KMJuIc/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvOt9OKcI/AAAAAAAAAX0/5ZIn0KMJuIc/s400/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227394091138820546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvPHr0EnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Jel_buFpYxI/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvPHr0EnI/AAAAAAAAAX8/Jel_buFpYxI/s400/051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227394098045129330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-2836974003721754036?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/2836974003721754036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=2836974003721754036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2836974003721754036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2836974003721754036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2008/07/more-of-my-life-before-june-24-2008.html' title='More of my life before Trip to Portland'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SItvN2Q4qxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZDjcj5b5wdU/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-4131560909479958155</id><published>2008-07-09T08:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:35:57.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Richard, Kevin et al</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SHSyjwVuxsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9zhNYtzWIaE/s1600-h/DSC01195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SHSyjwVuxsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9zhNYtzWIaE/s400/DSC01195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220994195370460866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went camping over Father's day weekend with Kevin, Kelly, Richard, Nancy and the kids.  There is something about camping with Nancy that brings out the rain (so far 100% of the time), but it was still fun.  We had a great huge group camp with our own tent sites.  We spent a lot of time playing in a stream of water that had slimy rocks to slip and fall on. Kevin built a pool by removing huge boulders so he and Richard could do cannon balls much to Asher's delight when he would get splashed.  And when it rained we went for long rides in the car.  We look forward to more camping trips in Virginia-rain or shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-4131560909479958155?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/4131560909479958155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=4131560909479958155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4131560909479958155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4131560909479958155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2008/07/fun-with-richard-kevin-et-al.html' title='Fun with Richard, Kevin et al'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SHSyjwVuxsI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9zhNYtzWIaE/s72-c/DSC01195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-3386381773509578443</id><published>2008-07-08T19:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:57:40.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Review- In April Karen returned from her mission in Chile in April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFsE2XTLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vS2-db_LnFI/s1600-h/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFsE2XTLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vS2-db_LnFI/s400/091.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227418784756092082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFs_Dx6NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kAoS6qyUeBQ/s1600-h/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFs_Dx6NI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kAoS6qyUeBQ/s400/109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227418800381618386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFtEcZdvI/AAAAAAAAAYU/sYf5SB1hkt0/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFtEcZdvI/AAAAAAAAAYU/sYf5SB1hkt0/s400/078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227418801827051250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFt3gkQCI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UbURiJOVEDY/s1600-h/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFt3gkQCI/AAAAAAAAAYc/UbURiJOVEDY/s400/100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227418815534743586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-3386381773509578443?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/3386381773509578443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=3386381773509578443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3386381773509578443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3386381773509578443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2008/07/review-in-april-karen-returned-from-her.html' title='Review- In April Karen returned from her mission in Chile in April'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/SIuFsE2XTLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/vS2-db_LnFI/s72-c/091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-5927735778886165290</id><published>2008-02-17T15:49:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:47:57.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R7inPvdML9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/hUfFxl2o4qc/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168064461286420434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R7inPvdML9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/hUfFxl2o4qc/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently read an article which lead me to believe that I am doing something right anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R7ie-_dML8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/TVnarcL8SM8/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;10 Ways to Build Self-Confidence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Focus on the Positive&lt;br /&gt;2. Look in the Mirror &amp;amp; Smile&lt;br /&gt;3. Exercise &amp;amp; Eat Healthy&lt;br /&gt;4. Transform Jealousy into a Desire to Achieve&lt;br /&gt;5. On Bad Days, Focus on What's Good About You&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't Be Afraid to Push Yourself&lt;br /&gt;7. DANCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn from Mistakes &amp;amp; Let Go!&lt;br /&gt;9. Surround Yourself with Positive, Loving Friends&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't Confuse What You Have With Who You Are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo is proof that I have positive loving friends with whom I DANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started tapping with the Step Sisters in the middle of November. Thanks to special tutoring from Stacy Worth (while I was visiting in Oregon). I was able to be included in their first preformance in January-hence this photo. We will dance to the music All That Jazz (from Chicago) in a talent show in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for buiding self confidence one STEP at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-5927735778886165290?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/5927735778886165290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=5927735778886165290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5927735778886165290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5927735778886165290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2008/02/step-sisters.html' title='Step Sisters'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R7inPvdML9I/AAAAAAAAAV0/hUfFxl2o4qc/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-7833072070886905337</id><published>2008-02-06T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T15:26:44.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you tried doing it all lately?</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I have posted on the blog I almost forgot how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No photos today...just a  poem in the style of Dr. Seuss by Vickie Gunther of Redlands , California. David B. Marsh used it at Women's Conference, and Vickie has given permission to share it. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE IN A WHIRL GIRL by 'Dr. Sue' (a.k. a.. Vickie Gunther)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, look at me, look at me now!&lt;br /&gt;You could do what I do if you only knew how.&lt;br /&gt;I study the scriptures one hour each day;&lt;br /&gt;I bake, I upholster, I scrub, and I pray.&lt;br /&gt;I always keep all the commandments completely;&lt;br /&gt;I speak to my little ones gently and sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;I help in their classrooms! I sew all they wear!&lt;br /&gt;I drive them to practice! I cut all their hair!&lt;br /&gt;I memorize names of the General Authorities;&lt;br /&gt;I focus on things to be done by priorities.&lt;br /&gt;I play the piano! I bless with my talents!&lt;br /&gt;My toilets all sparkle! My checkbooks all balance!&lt;br /&gt;Each week every child gets a one-on-one date;&lt;br /&gt;I attend all my meetings (on time! never late!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a class on the teachings of Paul,&lt;br /&gt;But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I track my bad habits 'til each is abolished;&lt;br /&gt;Our t-shirts are ironed! My toenails are polished!&lt;br /&gt;Our family home evenings are always delightful;&lt;br /&gt;The lessons I give are both fun and insightful.&lt;br /&gt;I do genealogy faithfully, too.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to do all the things that I do!&lt;br /&gt;I rise each day early, refreshed and awake;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the names of each youth in my stake!&lt;br /&gt;I read to my children! I help all my neighbors!&lt;br /&gt;I bless the community, too, with my labors.&lt;br /&gt;I exercise and I cook menus gourmet;&lt;br /&gt;My visiting teaching is done the first day!&lt;br /&gt;(I also go do it for someone who missed hers.&lt;br /&gt;It's the least I can do for my cherished ward sisters.)&lt;br /&gt;I chart resolutions and check off each goal;&lt;br /&gt;I seek each "lost lamb" on my Primary roll.&lt;br /&gt;I can home-grown produce each summer and fall.&lt;br /&gt;But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write in my journal! I sing in the choir!&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I write "thank you's" to those I admire.&lt;br /&gt;My sons were all Eagles when they were fourteen!&lt;br /&gt;My kids get straight A's! And their bedrooms are clean!&lt;br /&gt;I have a home business to help make some money;&lt;br /&gt;I always look beautifully groomed for my honey.&lt;br /&gt;I go to the temple at least once a week;&lt;br /&gt;I change the car's tires! I fix the sink's leak!&lt;br /&gt;I grind my own wheat and I bake all our bread;&lt;br /&gt;I have all our meals planned out six months ahead.&lt;br /&gt;I make sure I rotate our two-years' supply;&lt;br /&gt;My shopping for Christmas is done by July!&lt;br /&gt;These things are not hard; 'tis good if you do them;&lt;br /&gt;You can if you try! Just set goals and pursue them!&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to do all the things that I do!&lt;br /&gt;If you plan and work smart, you can do them all, too!&lt;br /&gt;It's easy!" she said and then she dropped dead .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-7833072070886905337?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/7833072070886905337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=7833072070886905337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/7833072070886905337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/7833072070886905337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2008/02/have-you-tried-doing-it-all-lately.html' title='Have you tried doing it all lately?'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-4981943305770749657</id><published>2007-12-24T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T21:00:10.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold, Circumstance and Mud</title><content type='html'>The following is a  story told by a young father who was babysitting his four small children.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babysitting to me means reading the paper while the kids mess up the house.  Only that day I wasn't reading.  I was fuming.  On every page of the paper gifts glittered and reindeer pranced and I was told there were three days left in which to buy things I couldn't afford and nobody needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What" I asked myself did the glitter and the rush have to do with the birth of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, we have  a play to put on.  Do you want to see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't.  But I had fatherly responsibilities so I entered the living room.  Right away I knew it was a Christmas play when I saw a lighted flashlight wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a shoe box .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rex  (age 6) came in wearing my bathrobe and carrying a mop handle.  He sat on a stool, looking at the flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nancy (age 10) draped a sheet over her head, stood behind Rex and stated 'I'm Mary and this boy is Joseph.  Usually Joseph stands up and Mary sits down.  But Mary sitting down is taller than Joseph standing up so we thought it looked better this way.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In came Trudy (age 4) at a full run.  She has never learned to walk. There were pillow cases over her arms.  She spread them wide and said only 'I'm an angel'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then came Anne (age 8).  I knew she represented a wise man.  (She moved like she was riding a camel-she had on her mother's high heels.)  She had on all the jewelry available and carried three items on a pillow, undoubtedly--gold, frankincense and myrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She undulated across the room, bowed to the flashlight, to Mary, to Joseph, to the angel and to me and announced: 'I am all three wise men.  I bring precious gifts--gold, circumstance and mud.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was all. The play was over.  I didn't laugh.  I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "How near the truth Anne was!  We come at Christmas burdened down with gold--with the showy gift and the tinsely tree.  Under the circumstances we can do no other, circumstances of our time and place and custom.  And it seems a bit like 'mud' when we think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I looked at the shinning faces of my children, as their audience of one applauded them,  and remembered that a Child showed us how these things can be transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remembered that this Child came into a material world and in doing  so eternally blessed the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He accepted the circumstances, imperfect and frustrating, into which He was born, and thereby infused them with the divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And as for 'mud'--to you and me it may be something to sweep off the rug, but to all children it is something to build with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Children see so surely through the tinsel and the habit and the earthly, to the love which, in them all, strains for expression."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-4981943305770749657?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/4981943305770749657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=4981943305770749657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4981943305770749657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4981943305770749657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/12/gold-circumstance-and-mud.html' title='Gold, Circumstance and Mud'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-2063386954257958366</id><published>2007-12-05T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T12:22:00.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty Percent off Christmas</title><content type='html'>I was researching some Christmas stories, "Name that Christmas Carol " games and what not when I happened on an articles by Tom Miller written in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems applicable even now and so I felt to share it --Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forty Percent Off Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; by Tom Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 % OFF CHRISTMAS the sign said. I paused for a moment. It caught me by surprise. 40% off Christmas?It caught her by surprise too,I think,when I stopped to ask,"Which 40% of Christmas are you taking off?"&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it was an after Christmas sale.There was 40% off Christmas decorations, and the like. But the sign just said,"40% off Christmas." I never got around to telling her, but I kind of liked the sign.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'd like to take about 40% off Christmas too. Not in an after Christmas sale, mind you. But in the before Christmas time--&lt;br /&gt;What if we'd take about 40% off the time that we have to endure the pre-Christmas, ads, sales, and marketing campaign? Maybe we could enjoy the season a bit more, and not be so fed up with it all by mid-December.&lt;br /&gt;What if we'd diminish our expectations of what makes a "Merry Christmas" by about 40%? Maybe we could not be so depressed when it is all over. Or maybe, just maybe, we could relate a bit better to those for whom Christmas isn't very "merry" at all--the grieving, the sick, those who are alone, the poor.&lt;br /&gt;Or what if, we'd spend about 40% less on gifts, parties, clothes, and dinners? Maybe we would still give, enjoy, and share in ways that brought true glory to the God who gave the first gift--the gift of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we ought to take off about 40% of the things we do, the lights we put up, the pageants we go to, the time we run to shop for that one last gift. Such a discount might make way for us to give more time for focus on what really matters in Christmas. I, for one, happen to think that Christmas has gotten way out of hand. Too much, too early for way too long. Time, money, energy, and all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I, for one, happen to think that a 40% discount isn't a bad idea at all. Stripping away 40% would leave 60%.&lt;br /&gt;40% off Christmas leaves CHRIST--And that's what this Day,  (not the 2 months before) are all about anyway--The Christ,God's gift of salvation. It's about how God first gave, so we could serve God, and bring glory to our Creator, by giving for each other.&lt;br /&gt;So, let's do it!! 40% off Christmas. Then CHRIST will be left and we can celebrate the real reason for the season. &lt;br /&gt;  by Tom O. Miller&lt;br /&gt;Bloomfield, NE December 28, 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-2063386954257958366?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/2063386954257958366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=2063386954257958366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2063386954257958366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2063386954257958366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/12/forty-percent-off-christmas.html' title='Forty Percent off Christmas'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-3592453899703380823</id><published>2007-12-03T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:53:22.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look back</title><content type='html'>I was afraid this would happen but did not know how to rectify it so you will just have to bear with me.  I started a post the day after Thanksgiving  showing the costumed photo-shoots that we had such fun with on Thanksgiving day.  I finished that post Monday Dec 3rd.  Granted it took me awhile, but at least I finished it and one with more football shots.  However, if you only read the posts on the Worth's blog page you will probably never see them as they appear in chronological order from when they were started and a lot has been posted since then.  You can see these fabulous photos of many interesting people on "Look who's here" and "More Football."   If you read these posts on my very own page-no problem. Or you can scroll down a zillion pages. I did not want you to miss them as some of them are of you and all of them are worth viewing. I think, but then I'm prejudiced. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-3592453899703380823?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/3592453899703380823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=3592453899703380823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3592453899703380823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3592453899703380823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/12/take-look-back.html' title='Take a look back'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-8039058524986913602</id><published>2007-11-24T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T06:26:30.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's here!</title><content type='html'>We had some real famous celebrities attend our Thanksgiving dinner. There were Princesses, a pirate from the Caribbean and his infant son, a candied M&amp;amp;M, three Stripling warriors and a Rock star. Look for them next on "Dancing With the Stars"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NfZk_VwGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/O_H9QXASpYU/s1600-R/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139556492790579298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NfZk_VwGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/szPnJ6NL2GM/s400/DSC00870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NfaE_VwHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/YwMhCuRh3PM/s1600-R/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139556501380513906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NfaE_VwHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/mVhEhqyccGM/s400/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Nfak_VwII/AAAAAAAAAUs/vV4x49svRuk/s1600-R/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139556509970448514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Nfak_VwII/AAAAAAAAAUs/7nf4vr-hr8E/s400/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Nfa0_VwJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/WUni7A46-Jk/s1600-R/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139556514265415826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Nfa0_VwJI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qMRFagxzBi0/s400/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NfbU_VwKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wGM9eFR0GAU/s1600-R/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139556522855350434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NfbU_VwKI/AAAAAAAAAU8/AT5cmGTBxTE/s400/DSC00872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXGE_VwCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HhXkY7J5QX0/s1600-R/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139547361690107938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXGE_VwCI/AAAAAAAAAT8/cP477TsFGgs/s400/DSC00863.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXGk_VwDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/j4RR6t_a0-g/s1600-R/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139547370280042546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXGk_VwDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GOWBPf3iv7U/s400/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXHU_VwEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/nbR1ActEWLc/s1600-R/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139547383164944450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXHU_VwEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-ZhW6cJHdaI/s400/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXH0_VwFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2YUBuDwsyIE/s1600-R/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139547391754879058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NXH0_VwFI/AAAAAAAAAUU/28KKh2H6Ag4/s400/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NOcE_Vv_I/AAAAAAAAATk/X4z9OVhFAJc/s1600-R/DSC00875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139537844042579954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NOcE_Vv_I/AAAAAAAAATk/-gG6IvNmr7o/s400/DSC00875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NOc0_VwAI/AAAAAAAAATs/wrH97DWAOgs/s1600-R/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139537856927481858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NOc0_VwAI/AAAAAAAAATs/jwSI_ALtlAQ/s400/DSC00869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-8039058524986913602?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/8039058524986913602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=8039058524986913602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/8039058524986913602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/8039058524986913602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/11/look-whos-here.html' title='Look who&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1NfZk_VwGI/AAAAAAAAAUc/szPnJ6NL2GM/s72-c/DSC00870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-942019057428302339</id><published>2007-11-24T07:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T14:11:20.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>99 yard touchdown?</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving Day&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Turkey Bowl&lt;br /&gt;Players include Bryan, Reed, Kyle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Roc&lt;/span&gt;, Dustin, Emily, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;, Roger, Richard and Kevin Worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0giMdDMPnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ro6UyTQxTOs/s1600-h/DSC00839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136392972367838834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0giMdDMPnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ro6UyTQxTOs/s400/DSC00839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet Asher, the League President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0ghFdDMPmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TGsTtzE-7CQ/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136391752597126754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0ghFdDMPmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/TGsTtzE-7CQ/s400/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0geWNDMPiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UeRmjh_S6HQ/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136388741825052194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0geWNDMPiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/UeRmjh_S6HQ/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gcx9DMPhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IEZkQqm7RZs/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136387019543166482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gcx9DMPhI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IEZkQqm7RZs/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gbbtDMPgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Zzq6TLq20wY/s1600-h/DSC00837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136385537779449346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gbbtDMPgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Zzq6TLq20wY/s400/DSC00837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're after her again!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gaa9DMPfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g9PcDVy34cI/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136384425382919666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gaa9DMPfI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g9PcDVy34cI/s400/DSC00827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gXWtDMPeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/P5tModGWlwo/s1600-h/DSC00844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136381053833592290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gXWtDMPeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/P5tModGWlwo/s400/DSC00844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;refereeing&lt;/span&gt; per the league p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;resident's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136394999592402562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0gkCdDMPoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/N_ZiOFkYnNY/s400/DSC00846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we see owner (Asher) joking with his players. &lt;div&gt;A good time was had by all!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-942019057428302339?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/942019057428302339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=942019057428302339' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/942019057428302339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/942019057428302339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/11/99-yard-touchdown.html' title='99 yard touchdown?'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0giMdDMPnI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Ro6UyTQxTOs/s72-c/DSC00839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-5510609906124447840</id><published>2007-11-23T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:59:10.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Football</title><content type='html'>I found in my files more really good photos that Grant (AKA Dad and Grandpa) had taken of the Turkey bowl that I decided to publish them as well. It is so fun seeing someone getting away from others chasing them. There were at least three 99 yard touchdowns during that game. (According to some of the players).&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Prok_VwLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/J5FQxNNw3FA/s1600-R/DSC00828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710682116505778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Prok_VwLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2P-euLUvIKg/s400/DSC00828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily pursued by Reed and Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1PrpU_VwMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/lJUoo3vIo7c/s1600-R/DSC00832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710695001407682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1PrpU_VwMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/5W_uXPKNf6I/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kyle running to catch a pass from Kevin. Dustin, Emily pursuing. Roger just standing there? (JK, Rog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Prq0_VwNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/bsoCxgl4QmQ/s1600-R/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710720771211474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Prq0_VwNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/oZJUN_KpxIw/s400/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aiden enjoying getting out of the reach of Kevin and Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Prrk_VwOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/gqXxSN7Bhl0/s1600-R/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710733656113378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Prrk_VwOI/AAAAAAAAAVc/mPGcAt7_e9M/s400/DSC00838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone, including  Dustin, Aiden and Bryan watched to see if  Kyle could complete that interception. Wow did he try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1PrsU_VwPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/KRD4f2sq7S0/s1600-R/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139710746541015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1PrsU_VwPI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Ck4RCKqKg5E/s400/DSC00840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful pass by Kyle. Look at that form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0iDpdDMPzI/AAAAAAAAASU/fQKYuDBydZ4/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136500123211939634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0iDpdDMPzI/AAAAAAAAASU/fQKYuDBydZ4/s400/DSC00836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0h-wNDMPyI/AAAAAAAAASM/ROUXMp2yFik/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle and Aiden, looks more like Line Dancing than football, do ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0h-A9DMPxI/AAAAAAAAASE/jwg0Gvf29Ss/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136493929869098770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0h-A9DMPxI/AAAAAAAAASE/jwg0Gvf29Ss/s400/DSC00829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R0ejH9DMPbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/G9bZH5ShCuQ/s1600-h/DSC00846.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richard, Kyle , Roger and Dustin getting ready for the 1, 2, 3, HUUT! Bryan, Roc Reed and Kevin getting ready for the defense? (Is that what you call it?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A great time was had by all, if you missed it then we MISSED YOU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-5510609906124447840?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/5510609906124447840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=5510609906124447840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5510609906124447840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5510609906124447840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/11/more-from-thanksgiving.html' title='More Football'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/R1Prok_VwLI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2P-euLUvIKg/s72-c/DSC00828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-8158783787998344422</id><published>2007-11-03T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T06:06:41.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, glorius friends.</title><content type='html'>It is time for you to meet my new friends and see the guys I "hang out with" during the week. Here you will meet Donna, Barbara and Susan. Then I'll post pics of one of my swim classes and the group I line dance with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0ZJo9k3-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/b2zl9d1Glf0/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128783204050067426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0ZJo9k3-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/b2zl9d1Glf0/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Donna is the one on the right. She is the one responsible for me starting to line and tap dance. Donna and I also attend the same yoga class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0YPY9k39I/AAAAAAAAAPE/L2AoUCYfTlo/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128782203322687442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0YPY9k39I/AAAAAAAAAPE/L2AoUCYfTlo/s320/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Barbara (she is known as the Lady With the Hat-she never goes anywhere without one). I met Barbara when I first started swimming. She and I go to a non-denominational Bible Class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0Wr49k38I/AAAAAAAAAO8/RRmPkPoaTgI/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128780493925703618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0Wr49k38I/AAAAAAAAAO8/RRmPkPoaTgI/s320/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Susan, I also met her in swim class and we line dance together. She and Donna are old friends from way back, but they lost track of each other until one day they both came to our swim class. It was a happy reunion believe me. Susan also line dances with us. She is &lt;strong&gt;always &lt;/strong&gt;this happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just about a year ago one of my Visiting Teachers encouraged me to go to the University's gym known as the Freedom Center to get in some exercising. I have made some wonderful friends in one class in particular and will share some pics below. I have also added Yoga (actually gentle yoga) to my repertoire. No pics of people in that class, I don't even know any of them-because it is so serious, we never say a word. In swimming it is just the opposite, sometimes the conversations over power the teacher's instructions, but that is why we have such a good time&lt;br /&gt;The group pictured here is a very friendly group; we even go out to breakfast together once a month (after we have sufficiently exercised of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0RH49k36I/AAAAAAAAAOs/bBP9CP_KJBs/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128774377892274082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0RH49k36I/AAAAAAAAAOs/bBP9CP_KJBs/s320/DSC00650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0OpI9k35I/AAAAAAAAAOk/SLbxqf677s8/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128771650588041106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0OpI9k35I/AAAAAAAAAOk/SLbxqf677s8/s400/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken the day the lady in front had her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0NTI9k34I/AAAAAAAAAOc/qIXm0Wrk5o4/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128770173119291266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0NTI9k34I/AAAAAAAAAOc/qIXm0Wrk5o4/s400/DSC00587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the group I line dance with. They call themselves the "Happy Hoofers". There is a lady in the group who started dancing at the inception of the group 25 years ago and she is now 95. That means when she first started she was already 70 years old!!! They perform about 6 or 8 times (with different routines and costumes) each month. So when we attend their practices they are reviewing the dances they will perform that month and starting to re-introduce the dances with which they are already familar for use the next month. We work on at least 6 dances each practice. Whew! Since it is solely review to them they never really give us instruction, we just join in the back line and try to copy what they are doing. It works fine until a step turns us half a turn around and then the back line becomes the front line and we don't know what to do because we have no one to look at. It is great fun!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pictures of the tap class, there is nothing really to see (6 people in a room with one wall that is all mirror and that is about it.) If there was sound with the blogs, that would be something to share. I love the sound of taps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-8158783787998344422?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/8158783787998344422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=8158783787998344422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/8158783787998344422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/8158783787998344422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/11/friends-glorius-friends.html' title='Friends, glorius friends.'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Ry0ZJo9k3-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/b2zl9d1Glf0/s72-c/DSC00593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-6241292712708422121</id><published>2007-10-28T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:53:51.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whadda ya know?</title><content type='html'>Chelsea made the "homework" (she called it a tag) challenging when she suggested unknown &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; interesting facts; that has got to be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oxy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-moron. I will go with 6 items about me and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;l. I consider myself a "bag-lady" in that I am drawn to handbags, satchels, baskets, decorative boxes and all kinds of containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. My husband and I do not know where we will go once we retire, but we have chosen our final resting place. (Oh, the place? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lund&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Garienne&lt;/span&gt;, Adrienne, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Garr&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Adalia&lt;/span&gt; plans that as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I have a list of 100 things I want to do before my life is over, which I used to keep under my mattress, but which is now in a special folder on my computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. I was on an ocean liner (sorta like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Love boat&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;returning&lt;/span&gt; to the U.S. from France. I met a cute boy, about my age. We went to the swimming pool and the movies together. I knew no French, he knew no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. "Love" is a universal language I guess (at least when you are 12). Let's reword that to say "puppy-love" O.K?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. My only claim to near fame: in 1950 when I was six years old my brothers, Ken, Larry and I won a talent-find contest in Phoenix Arizona in which we did a tap dance routine. Along with wining a camera, a dog and a year's supply of dog food we had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of performing on the TV show that sponsored the contest. Contestants returned every week, in an effort to retain their winning title. I recently mentioned to my brother Larry that I am once again taking tap lessons. He then told me something I had never known. The person who beat us out the next week when we performed was none other than Wayne Newton. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.While in my last and final semester of college at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and just before graduating from the School of Nursing my instructor in Neurology (a tough subject for me) called me into her office and commented on my current grades. I was unaware that my grades were slipping; she inquired on the status of my current boyfriend (who later became my husband) and suggested I pay more attention to my schooling and less attention to him in order to improve my currently plummeting GPA. She then confided in me a fact of which I was entirely unaware: if this current dip in my grades were to go unchecked it would eliminate the possibility of me graduating as valedictorian of my class. (I had no idea that was even a remote possibility). The fact that I kept the relationship with my now wonderful husband and ignored my teachers advice suggests I chose the better part. At least I think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-6241292712708422121?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/6241292712708422121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=6241292712708422121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/6241292712708422121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/6241292712708422121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/10/whadda-ya-know.html' title='Whadda ya know?'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-5796110660584748655</id><published>2007-10-21T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:47:54.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...through the woods to Grandmother's house</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a spectacular event at our house with  Jolie's four youngest girls and Richard's three children all visiting without their parents. We had a costume party in the basement and went trick or treating to two bedrooms and the office upstairs. Kevin did the photoshoot. Grandpa , Grandma and Kevin handed out the candy from the bedrooms/office. Audry was the costume director. A great time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste figured anything in a turban meant rolaty and that made her a queen.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxt3h2SieHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Xqms-IhzKKQ/s1600-h/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123820424456730738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxt3h2SieHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Xqms-IhzKKQ/s400/DSC00677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxt05mSieGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TW88-xxlQ-0/s1600-h/DSC00690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123817533943740514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxt05mSieGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TW88-xxlQ-0/s400/DSC00690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Isaiah in disguise and Grnadma posing as a grnadma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxtz5mSieFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2JHwrAxcsK0/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123816434432112722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxtz5mSieFI/AAAAAAAAAN8/2JHwrAxcsK0/s400/DSC00686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Asher followed Kevin around like a shadow. He wasn't happy with anyone but Kevin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RxtyIWSieEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kzZfELm9qKo/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;This is all the costume Natalia was willing to wear dispite her sister's encouragements.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123814488811927618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RxtyIWSieEI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kzZfELm9qKo/s400/DSC00679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxtv62SieBI/AAAAAAAAANc/4b32hgSbUBs/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123812057860438034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxtv62SieBI/AAAAAAAAANc/4b32hgSbUBs/s400/DSC00684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Naomi is "pretending to be a pinceess" Her princess costume is at home and this was the only decent substitute she ould find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In honor of Kevin and Kelly's sealing in the Temple last week, Audrey and Sophia Posed as Groom and Bride respectively. Sophia is at normal height-believe it or not.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RxtubWSieAI/AAAAAAAAANU/UVC8jKEbDOE/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123810417182930946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RxtubWSieAI/AAAAAAAAANU/UVC8jKEbDOE/s400/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RxttgmSid_I/AAAAAAAAANM/L5len6OIkhs/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123809407865616370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RxttgmSid_I/AAAAAAAAANM/L5len6OIkhs/s400/DSC00680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Audrey posing as a midget runnaway bride? yuppie vagabond?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRICK OR TREAT EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-5796110660584748655?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/5796110660584748655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=5796110660584748655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5796110660584748655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5796110660584748655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/10/through-woods-to-grandmothers-house.html' title='...through the woods to Grandmother&apos;s house'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rxt3h2SieHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Xqms-IhzKKQ/s72-c/DSC00677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-3233800182011188913</id><published>2007-09-29T06:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T06:34:36.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A MOM .</title><content type='html'>This story has been going around for a long time but seems fitting to unearth it and dedicate it to Nancy Clark and her new blog.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;JUST A MOM&lt;br /&gt;A woman, renewing her driver's license at the County Clerk 's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.    She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself. "What I mean is," explained the recorder,"do you have a job or are you just a......?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I have a job," snapped the woman.   "I'm a Mom"&lt;br /&gt;"We don't list 'Mom' as an occupation, 'housewife' covers it,"said the recorder emphatically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the&lt;br /&gt;same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,efficient and possessed of a high sounding title like, 'Official Interrogator' or 'Town Registrar.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is your occupation?" she probed. What made me say it? I do not know. The words simply popped out."I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and looked up as though she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written, in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest,"just what you do in your field?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,I heard myself reply,"I have a continuing program of research,[what mother doesn't) in the laboratory and in the field,(normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)and already have four credits (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,(any mother care to disagree?)and I often work 14 hours a day,(24 is more like it).But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up and personally ushered me to the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants -- ages 13, 7, and 3. Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,(a 6 month old baby)in the child development program, testing out a new vocal pattern. I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than"just another Mom." &lt;br /&gt;Motherhood!&lt;br /&gt;What a glorious career!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-3233800182011188913?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/3233800182011188913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=3233800182011188913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3233800182011188913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3233800182011188913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/09/research-associate.html' title='JUST A MOM .'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-4349870505436429313</id><published>2007-08-25T09:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T13:47:44.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you see Karen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBp4FYCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/NFJqMNE0olQ/s1600-h/086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102694790047360914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBp4FYCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/NFJqMNE0olQ/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBlmlYCZ4I/AAAAAAAAAMs/TC_RkH5wiRQ/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen, made a surprise visit to SLC for the joint b-day party (See Nancy Clark's earlier blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBlMFYCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/P-W208nAyAE/s1600-h/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102689636086605682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBlMFYCZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMk/P-W208nAyAE/s320/077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBky1YCZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/RseSNyl5q-w/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102689202294908770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBky1YCZ2I/AAAAAAAAAMc/RseSNyl5q-w/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A great time was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtAuHlYCZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/PT7QFdSHTP4/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102629085637666642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtAuHlYCZ1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/PT7QFdSHTP4/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Karen enjoyed visiting many of her neices and nephews (too numerous to mention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtAtqVYCZ0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZUP7k7m5FHw/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102628583126492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtAtqVYCZ0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZUP7k7m5FHw/s400/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Baby. See ya soon!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-4349870505436429313?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/4349870505436429313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=4349870505436429313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4349870505436429313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/4349870505436429313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/08/did-you-see-karen.html' title='Did you see Karen?'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RtBp4FYCZ5I/AAAAAAAAAM0/NFJqMNE0olQ/s72-c/086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-3241126761553829419</id><published>2007-08-23T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:40:59.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To knee or not to knee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today was surgery day for Grant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We ended up waiting two and a half hours beyond the scheduled time. (The Doc had a complication in his prior surgery.) Grant took advantage of the time. Even in the room designed for his pre-ops he was still tethered to his computer.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102018942583596802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rs4DMlYCZwI/AAAAAAAAALs/92c9r27rJx4/s200/116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rs4Et1YCZyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ske99nC6OEM/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102020613325874978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rs4Et1YCZyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ske99nC6OEM/s200/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr. Marcus wanted to be sure we got a photo of his red sox cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rs4FQFYCZzI/AAAAAAAAAME/k4VbHZGcvI8/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102021201736394546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rs4FQFYCZzI/AAAAAAAAAME/k4VbHZGcvI8/s200/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgery took about 45 minutes, recovery about 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102020054980126482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rs4ENVYCZxI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Xl3FwgcETL4/s200/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                                      Home at last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-3241126761553829419?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/3241126761553829419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=3241126761553829419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3241126761553829419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/3241126761553829419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/08/to-knee-or-not-to-knee.html' title='To knee or not to knee'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rs4DMlYCZwI/AAAAAAAAALs/92c9r27rJx4/s72-c/116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-5993831429366049667</id><published>2007-08-05T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:55:51.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>opps</title><content type='html'>I can tell I am not a "seasoned blogger". How do I know? I had my camera with me for the whole exciting weekend that Stephanie and Steve were here and I did not take a single picture of them. Stephanie came to Manassas on Thursday while Steve was in class. Nancy came to visit with her three cute children and Richard dropped in for a quick lunch. Naomi enjoyed so much getting acquainted with her new friend Stephanie. When Richard arrived Naomi called out "come here daddy there is someone here you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to meet." This brought explanations of how Stephanie and Richard are like Naomi and Asher. That is obviously a concept for a later time-she simple did not get it. Sylvia Suhaka visited in the afternoon. I remembered to take a picture of Kevin and Kelly when they came that evening but Stephanie had already gone back to DC. On Saturday we had lunch at Richard's and Nancy's where Steve was able to join us for a short time on his way to the airport. It was great to see him even if it was short. We sat around reading and enjoying Chris' blogs. I had the camera with me but I still forgot to snap it-luckily Nancy took a picture or two. Stephanie stayed over Saturday night taking advantage of a cheaper airline ticket. So we all joined up that evening at Macaroni Grill. Once again I &lt;strong&gt;took&lt;/strong&gt; my camera but did not take any pictures. So I am thinking I am just halfway there to being a seasoned blogger. In the future in addition to taking the camera with me I will try to remember to use it. Anyway we all had a great time. I can attest to the fact that Steve and Stephanie look great even though I don't have photos to prove it. (BTW when I say we all got together that includes Kevin, Kelly, Dad, Richard, Nancy, Stephanie and myself and Steve, Naomi, Asher and Isaiah for lunch as well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-5993831429366049667?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/5993831429366049667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=5993831429366049667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5993831429366049667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/5993831429366049667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/08/opps.html' title='opps'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-2967706562522530847</id><published>2007-08-02T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:24:18.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidni Worth baptized July 1, 2007</title><content type='html'>We visited in Ohio for a very special occasion. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sidni&lt;/span&gt; Worth was baptized by her grandfather King Reed and confirmed by her father Bryan. It was a wonderful event and we were so thrilled to be able to attend. I understand from Anna that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sidni&lt;/span&gt; was allowed to choose the items for the refreshments. (This girls should go into the catering business don't ya think?) We thoroughly enjoyed the peanut butter sandwiches and the veggie and fruit plates but the hit was definitely the cucumber sandwiches. They were to die for believe me! Most of the women were asking Anna for the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if there is a time when you have ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;provided&lt;/span&gt; a caption or description to a picture for the sake of making it funny? Cartoonists do this all the time. They use a picture that lends itself to becoming comical by it's description or caption. You can turn this into a fun game if you have a sense of humor. I am not a skilled photographer and thus I end up producing pictures that are ideal for just such a situation. When I went to post my pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sidni's&lt;/span&gt; baptism I found I had once again taken some photos (not all but some) falling into the category just described. So I decided to post them along with some good ones and give you a chance for some fun. Gather the family around and see what you all can come up with as captions for these photos. If you care to submit them in a comment we could get a contest going. Perhaps Chris could garner enough points to put him back on our Christmas list. (Well, maybe just the Christmas card list, if he tried really hard.) Anyone care to take the challenge? Just number the pictures starting below with Anna's mother as # 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrKAZIs9FoI/AAAAAAAAALk/2JHG4SjTqyw/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094275297830573698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrKAZIs9FoI/AAAAAAAAALk/2JHG4SjTqyw/s400/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9qIs9FnI/AAAAAAAAALc/FLGPjIr6azI/s1600-h/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094272291353466482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9qIs9FnI/AAAAAAAAALc/FLGPjIr6azI/s400/DSC00347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9fIs9FmI/AAAAAAAAALU/2imaVr91ImA/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094272102374905442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9fIs9FmI/AAAAAAAAALU/2imaVr91ImA/s400/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9Ros9FlI/AAAAAAAAALM/ghnq7MIr_D0/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094271870446671442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9Ros9FlI/AAAAAAAAALM/ghnq7MIr_D0/s400/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9FYs9FkI/AAAAAAAAALE/OLUDvmgt7Qg/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094271659993273922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ9FYs9FkI/AAAAAAAAALE/OLUDvmgt7Qg/s400/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ85Ys9FjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LZZfDoDj1Fg/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094271453834843698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ85Ys9FjI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LZZfDoDj1Fg/s400/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ8rIs9FiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f-E8ecoPEgs/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094271209021707810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ8rIs9FiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/f-E8ecoPEgs/s400/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ8KIs9FhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9DgbOFANrh8/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094270642086024722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ8KIs9FhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/9DgbOFANrh8/s400/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ714s9FgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RsXwuViTeXI/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094270294193673730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ714s9FgI/AAAAAAAAAKk/RsXwuViTeXI/s400/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ7D4s9FdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UOxKhfNhE58/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094269435200214482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrJ7D4s9FdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UOxKhfNhE58/s400/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-2967706562522530847?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/2967706562522530847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=2967706562522530847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2967706562522530847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2967706562522530847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/08/sidni-worth-baptized-july-1-2007.html' title='Sidni Worth baptized July 1, 2007'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrKAZIs9FoI/AAAAAAAAALk/2JHG4SjTqyw/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-2703312087557834282</id><published>2007-08-01T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:45:09.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the 4th of July</title><content type='html'>I realized that I have not finished posting the photos of our trip to PA/Oh the first part of July. Rog and Grant finished the floor in the Kitchen minutes before Bryanna arrived with their kids and the new puppy. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrEULos9FZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PqK37Ljil38/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093874843669829010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrEULos9FZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PqK37Ljil38/s320/DSC00397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrETGYs9FYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5T6_lyd5no8/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093873653963888002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrETGYs9FYI/AAAAAAAAAJg/5T6_lyd5no8/s200/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrESa4s9FWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AeP2w_XtQ_0/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093872906639578466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrESa4s9FWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AeP2w_XtQ_0/s200/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea and the girls came swimming at our Hotel. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrESHos9FVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zE2jtTiCzCQ/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093872575927096658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrESHos9FVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zE2jtTiCzCQ/s200/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have more pictures to post but I can't get the sytem to open anymore. And I have this big space, which may look different when I acually publish this so I am going to stop now and call it good before I get frustated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan and Rog fixed a window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrER1os9FUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jcPgFxZQHHk/s1600-h/DSC00397.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roc played with the new puppy while Anna played outside with the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrERGYs9FSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-M8pxNWKMF4/s1600-h/DSC00420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093871454940632354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrERGYs9FSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-M8pxNWKMF4/s200/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093871850077623602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrERdYs9FTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/OidMQBGSHA0/s200/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-2703312087557834282?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/2703312087557834282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=2703312087557834282' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2703312087557834282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/2703312087557834282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/08/pictures-from-4th-of-july.html' title='Pictures from the 4th of July'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RrEULos9FZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PqK37Ljil38/s72-c/DSC00397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-668842477694352432</id><published>2007-07-12T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:13:02.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't we got Fun!</title><content type='html'>We (Grant and I) traveled to Ohio/Pennsylvania just before the 4th of July. Our road trip does not rival the excitement and anguish experienced by Nancy Sabina, of course, but I will nonetheless share pics from the families we visited and the things we did. First was a ride to the Olive Gardens with Reed (who has his learner's permit) driving us. He is, by the way, an excellent driver and his Mom is a very good coach! We had a long wait outside the restaurant where Roc learned to shimmy a pole, first with Reed's help and then by himself. You will see the sheer delight on his face as he mastered this fete. Notice the happiness showing on the faces of all family members! (Well, I missed getting one of Reed with that gorgeous smile-but believe me, he has a handsome one.). It was a great evening. Catch you up on the rest of the trip later.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpatHQgdrhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KgqmxYrvHqM/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086443169363373586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpatHQgdrhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KgqmxYrvHqM/s400/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086444298939772450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpauJAgdriI/AAAAAAAAAIo/t0ONk3n8aa0/s400/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rpas3QgdrgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X-O8-XXV7-Q/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086442894485466626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/Rpas3QgdrgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/X-O8-XXV7-Q/s400/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpasqwgdrfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ww0DNrSGa8Q/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086442679737101810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpasqwgdrfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Ww0DNrSGa8Q/s400/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpasdggdreI/AAAAAAAAAII/3pPH6T1KW48/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086442452103835106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpasdggdreI/AAAAAAAAAII/3pPH6T1KW48/s400/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpasTQgdrdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7i_b8IvFLss/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086442276010175954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpasTQgdrdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/7i_b8IvFLss/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-668842477694352432?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/668842477694352432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=668842477694352432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/668842477694352432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/668842477694352432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/07/aint-we-got-fun.html' title='Ain&apos;t we got Fun!'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RpatHQgdrhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KgqmxYrvHqM/s72-c/DSC00349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319439738155176355.post-8194558178774774590</id><published>2007-06-28T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:02:38.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Who and What's What? Part 3</title><content type='html'>For an explanation of this post seeWho's Who and What's What? part 1 published earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RoOmDDoLmyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MuPS-TXfmfI/s1600-h/Scott+with+blue+toy+in+hospital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081087376047708962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RoOmDDoLmyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MuPS-TXfmfI/s200/Scott+with+blue+toy+in+hospital.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RoOkeDoLmxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XhegAg2eM5M/s1600-h/Stacy+with+Scott+in+hospital.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081085640880921362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RoOkeDoLmxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XhegAg2eM5M/s200/Stacy+with+Scott+in+hospital.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RoOgSjoLmwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ovIEzYIJVNU/s1600-h/Scott+in+kitchen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081081045265914626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RoOgSjoLmwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ovIEzYIJVNU/s200/Scott+in+kitchen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3319439738155176355-8194558178774774590?l=margaret.theworths.org' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/feeds/8194558178774774590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3319439738155176355&amp;postID=8194558178774774590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/8194558178774774590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3319439738155176355/posts/default/8194558178774774590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaret.theworths.org/2007/06/whos-who-and-whats-what-part-3.html' title='Who&apos;s Who and What&apos;s What? Part 3'/><author><name>Margaret Worth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10127490494294824374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14330558966663189687'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTtzMoH-wKs/RoOmDDoLmyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/MuPS-TXfmfI/s72-c/Scott+with+blue+toy+in+hospital.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>