<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:12:02.566-08:00</updated><category term='humorous'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='Cars'/><category term='Missions'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Whitney&apos;s mission'/><category term='Economy'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='tag'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='dance'/><category term='Websites'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Leslie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4901060377642724963</id><published>2010-07-19T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:38:18.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyn's Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/TETRM1fm-uI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e71TDJF8Lps/s1600/wakeboarder.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/TETRM1fm-uI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e71TDJF8Lps/s200/wakeboarder.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495747463747140322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought it was a thing of the past,&lt;br /&gt;Lyn has tagged me with&lt;br /&gt;Ten Current Things About Myself...&lt;br /&gt;1. First time Grandma&lt;br /&gt;2. Able to cross the wake in and out for the first time&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Tahiti this year&lt;br /&gt;4. Swam with sharks&lt;br /&gt;5. Can dead lift probably 60 lbs 3 x (you definately win Lyn)&lt;br /&gt;6. I take china painting classes&lt;br /&gt;7. I enjoy running stairs&lt;br /&gt;8. Am sporting a tan and a pulled muscle courtesy of Lake Powell&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a son on a mission&lt;br /&gt;10.Have a cupcake obsession lately; have you tried the Cocoa Bean?  Delicious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4901060377642724963?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4901060377642724963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4901060377642724963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4901060377642724963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4901060377642724963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyns-tag.html' title='Lyn&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/TETRM1fm-uI/AAAAAAAAAhA/e71TDJF8Lps/s72-c/wakeboarder.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8496026111379066554</id><published>2010-03-28T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T09:10:28.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My beautiful new grandson!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S69_WgsdC9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZPLap1TGZxM/s1600/William+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S69_WgsdC9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZPLap1TGZxM/s200/William+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453717698479197138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S69-okm0LCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/G6eK3hGhyMc/s1600/William-70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S69-okm0LCI/AAAAAAAAAgw/G6eK3hGhyMc/s200/William-70.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453716909255306274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8496026111379066554?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8496026111379066554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8496026111379066554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8496026111379066554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8496026111379066554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-beautiful-new-grandson.html' title='My beautiful new grandson!!!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S69_WgsdC9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/ZPLap1TGZxM/s72-c/William+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4057916676796929079</id><published>2010-03-22T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:19:47.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney Returns-April 21st!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S6fs-dCIamI/AAAAAAAAAgo/lG9FsZkLXc4/s1600-h/DSC09416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S6fs-dCIamI/AAAAAAAAAgo/lG9FsZkLXc4/s200/DSC09416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451586431644887650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4057916676796929079?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4057916676796929079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4057916676796929079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4057916676796929079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4057916676796929079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2010/03/whitney-returns-april-21st.html' title='Whitney Returns-April 21st!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/S6fs-dCIamI/AAAAAAAAAgo/lG9FsZkLXc4/s72-c/DSC09416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-3953046222857338482</id><published>2009-12-15T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T08:05:17.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful Missionary Daughter in Ecuador!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SyezuG6DcOI/AAAAAAAAAgg/3njVfWOCBVo/s1600-h/DSC09947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/Sxx2VqcGm6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rUzoS-eysYg/s200/download.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412330966733986722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8986767386165884545?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8986767386165884545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8986767386165884545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8986767386165884545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8986767386165884545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/12/thought-i-could-talk-my-way-out-of.html' title='Thought I could talk my way out of a ticket until the officer saw my dog in the backseat.'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/Sxx2VqcGm6I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/rUzoS-eysYg/s72-c/download.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4894486266473682930</id><published>2009-06-25T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:15:16.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aha! Jokes &gt; Cartoons &gt; Stress reducing plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/crt370.html"&gt;Aha! Jokes &amp;gt; Cartoons &amp;gt; Stress reducing plan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4894486266473682930?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ahajokes.com/crt370.html' title='Aha! 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Jokes &gt; Cartoons &gt; Stress reducing plan'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-6363581913167277636</id><published>2009-05-11T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:54:33.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Can I get this t-shirt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SghJ-mxCrbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/4y0QE3bKnQs/s1600-h/tn.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SghJ-mxCrbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/4y0QE3bKnQs/s200/tn.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334595098527313330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-6363581913167277636?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6363581913167277636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=6363581913167277636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6363581913167277636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6363581913167277636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-can-i-get-this-t-shirt.html' title='Where Can I get this t-shirt?'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SghJ-mxCrbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/4y0QE3bKnQs/s72-c/tn.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8212706770861989610</id><published>2009-04-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:32:08.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 14th Birthday-Amanda!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SfXP4HtyMNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HlibkWzKgz0/s1600-h/happy-birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SfXP4HtyMNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HlibkWzKgz0/s200/happy-birthday.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329394297113555154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8212706770861989610?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8212706770861989610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8212706770861989610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8212706770861989610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8212706770861989610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-14th-birthday-amanda.html' title='Happy 14th Birthday-Amanda!!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SfXP4HtyMNI/AAAAAAAAAgA/HlibkWzKgz0/s72-c/happy-birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-6560150734065229448</id><published>2009-03-23T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:01:31.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I say more?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/ScfcgdFpg8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/n4vkVvgBaww/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/ScfcgdFpg8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/n4vkVvgBaww/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316460335256404930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-6560150734065229448?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6560150734065229448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=6560150734065229448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6560150734065229448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6560150734065229448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-i-say-more.html' title='Need I say more?'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/ScfcgdFpg8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/n4vkVvgBaww/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5265718456902325251</id><published>2009-03-05T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:50:00.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because Laughter is Important!</title><content type='html'>President Thomas Monson was returning to Salt Lake City after a speaking engagement and when his Plane arrived there was a limousine there to transport him to his home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        As he prepared to get into the limo, he stopped and spoke to the &lt;br /&gt;        driver. 'You know' he said, 'I am getting pretty old and I have never driven alimousine.  Would you mind if I drove it for a while?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The driver said, 'No problem. Have at it.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        President Monson gets into the driver's seat and they head off down the highway. A short distance away sat a rookie Highway Patrolman operating his first speed trap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The long black limo went by him doing 70 mph in a 55 mph zone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The trooper pulled out and easily caught the limo and he got out of his patrol car to begin the procedure.  The young trooper walked up to the driver's door and when the glass was rolled down, he was surprised to see who was driving.  He immediately excused himself and went back to his car and called his supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         He told the supervisor, 'I know we are supposed  to enforce the law.. But I also know that  important people are given certain courtesies. I need to know what I should do because I have stopped a very important person.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The supervisor asked, 'Is it the governor?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The young trooper said, 'No, he's more important than that.'&lt;br /&gt;        The supervisor said, 'Oh, so it's the president.....' &lt;br /&gt;        The young trooper said, 'No, he's even more important than that.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The supervisor finally asked, 'Well then, who is it?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The young trooper said, 'I think it's Jesus, because he's got President Monson for a chauffeur!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5265718456902325251?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5265718456902325251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5265718456902325251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5265718456902325251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5265718456902325251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-laughter-is-important.html' title='Because Laughter is Important!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-3767026592619220679</id><published>2009-01-22T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:59:33.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SXiJhBFA6_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ABOcNE4LapM/s1600-h/Amanda+737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SXiJhBFA6_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ABOcNE4LapM/s200/Amanda+737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294132562292173810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We have lost our dog Riley.  He is a toy American Eskimo and if you see him in the Provo/Orem area please call the number on his tags! My youngest son is heartbroken!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-3767026592619220679?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3767026592619220679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=3767026592619220679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3767026592619220679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3767026592619220679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/01/lost-dog.html' title='Lost Dog!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SXiJhBFA6_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/ABOcNE4LapM/s72-c/Amanda+737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-9048397920620130873</id><published>2009-01-13T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:24:16.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitney&apos;s mission'/><title type='text'>Missionary Mishap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWzbhtm_ScI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QOhPKFD8CfE/s1600-h/wt_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWzbhtm_ScI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QOhPKFD8CfE/s200/wt_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290845034478782914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney broke her ankle in an elegant maneuver descending stairs. It is rumored that the Olympic judges gave her a 8.5 (She was robbed). She is getting a cast next week and is being brave!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-9048397920620130873?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/9048397920620130873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=9048397920620130873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9048397920620130873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9048397920620130873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/01/missionary-mishap.html' title='Missionary Mishap'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWzbhtm_ScI/AAAAAAAAAdk/QOhPKFD8CfE/s72-c/wt_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8219794664452232949</id><published>2009-01-13T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:07:12.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWzXngt1l0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/JQV5J2oGY_0/s1600-h/K4CAQPOSCDCAW6HT3LCAQMV33ICATW4LUWCAB07DO4CA1TBXKNCACE52OUCAH7HZAKCAJOHF07CA5XH46XCAQH6P48CART6P2FCA5X5M78CAQQ6IOSCA3DV71VCAWMKVPFCACOGXOYCADREMQ6CAQPLXEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWzXngt1l0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/JQV5J2oGY_0/s200/K4CAQPOSCDCAW6HT3LCAQMV33ICATW4LUWCAB07DO4CA1TBXKNCACE52OUCAH7HZAKCAJOHF07CA5XH46XCAQH6P48CART6P2FCA5X5M78CAQQ6IOSCA3DV71VCAWMKVPFCACOGXOYCADREMQ6CAQPLXEE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290840736050550594" /&gt;&lt;/a&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Twas the month after Christmas, and all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.&lt;br /&gt;The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog I'd taste&lt;br /&gt;At the holiday parties had gone to my waist.&lt;br /&gt;When I got on the scales there arose such a number!&lt;br /&gt;When I walked to the store,  (less a walk than a lumber).&lt;br /&gt;I'd remember the marvelous meals I'd prepared;&lt;br /&gt;The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,&lt;br /&gt;The wine and the rum balls, the bread and the cheese&lt;br /&gt;And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."&lt;br /&gt;As I dressed myself in my husband's old shirt&lt;br /&gt;And prepared once again to do battle with dirt---&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself, as I only can &lt;br /&gt;"You can't spend a winter disguised as a man!"&lt;br /&gt;So--away with the last of the sour cream dip,&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of the fruit cake,  every cracker and chip&lt;br /&gt;Every last bit of food that I like must be banished&lt;br /&gt;"Till all the additional ounces have vanished.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have a cookie--not even a lick.&lt;br /&gt;I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie,&lt;br /&gt;I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore---&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that what January is for?&lt;br /&gt;Unable to giggle, no longer a riot.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all and to all a good diet!  &lt;br /&gt;&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/6689204371023577564-8219794664452232949?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8219794664452232949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8219794664452232949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8219794664452232949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1409912171655481294</id><published>2009-01-13T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:22:17.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWy-LFlxBYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7qn84HDhiHY/s1600-h/pic_nursery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 155px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWy-LFlxBYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7qn84HDhiHY/s200/pic_nursery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290812759941907842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDS &lt;br /&gt;IN CHURCH &lt;br /&gt;3-year-old &lt;br /&gt;Reese : &lt;br /&gt;'Our Father, Who does art in heaven, &lt;br /&gt;Harold is His name. &lt;br /&gt;Amen.' &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;little boy was overheard praying: &lt;br /&gt;'Lord, if you &lt;br /&gt;can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having a real good time like I &lt;br /&gt;am.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;After &lt;br /&gt;the christening of his baby brother in &lt;br /&gt;church, &lt;br /&gt;Jason &lt;br /&gt;sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car. &lt;br /&gt;His father asked him three times what was &lt;br /&gt;wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, the boy &lt;br /&gt;replied, &lt;br /&gt;'That preacher said he wanted us brought &lt;br /&gt;up in a Christian home, &lt;br /&gt;and I wanted to stay with &lt;br /&gt;you guys.' &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;br /&gt;particular four-year-old prayed, &lt;br /&gt;'And forgive us &lt;br /&gt;our trash baskets &lt;br /&gt;as we &lt;br /&gt;forgive those who put trash in our &lt;br /&gt;baskets.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;Sunday school teacher asked her children as &lt;br /&gt;they&lt;br /&gt;were on &lt;br /&gt;the way to church service, &lt;br /&gt;'And why is it &lt;br /&gt;necessary to be quiet in church?' &lt;br /&gt;One bright little &lt;br /&gt;girl replied, &lt;br /&gt;'Because people are &lt;br /&gt;sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ &lt;br /&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5, &lt;br /&gt;and Ryan 3. &lt;br /&gt;The boys began to argue over who would &lt;br /&gt;get the first pancake. &lt;br /&gt;Their mother saw the &lt;br /&gt;opportunity for a moral lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If Jesus &lt;br /&gt;were sitting here, He would say, &lt;br /&gt;'Let my brother &lt;br /&gt;have the first pancake, I can wait.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin &lt;br /&gt;turned to his younger brother and said, &lt;br /&gt;' Ryan , &lt;br /&gt;you be Jesus !' &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;father was at the beach with his &lt;br /&gt;children &lt;br /&gt;when the &lt;br /&gt;four-year-old son ran up to him, &lt;br /&gt;grabbed his hand, &lt;br /&gt;and led him to the shore &lt;br /&gt;where a seagull lay dead &lt;br /&gt;in the sand. &lt;br /&gt;'Daddy, what happened to him?' the &lt;br /&gt;son asked. &lt;br /&gt;'He died and went &lt;br /&gt;to Heaven,' the Dad replied. &lt;br /&gt;The boy thought a &lt;br /&gt;moment and then said, &lt;br /&gt;'Did God throw him &lt;br /&gt;back down?' &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;br /&gt;wife invited some people to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;At the table, &lt;br /&gt;she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said, &lt;br /&gt;'Would you like to say the blessing?' &lt;br /&gt;'I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't know what to say,' the girl replied. &lt;br /&gt;'Just say what you hear Mommy say,' the wife &lt;br /&gt;answered. &lt;br /&gt;The daughter bowed her head and said, &lt;br /&gt;'Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people &lt;br /&gt;to dinner?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1409912171655481294?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1409912171655481294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1409912171655481294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1409912171655481294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1409912171655481294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/01/kids-in-church-kids-in-church-3-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWy-LFlxBYI/AAAAAAAAAdM/7qn84HDhiHY/s72-c/pic_nursery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-7498079716012262946</id><published>2009-01-06T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:38:30.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>Finding Time For Joy In Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWOk6Euz5bI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-HKqeIUemFo/s1600-h/violinist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWOk6Euz5bI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-HKqeIUemFo/s200/violinist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288251705072543154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story and very interesting I think!  &lt;br /&gt;A Violinist in the Metro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the  violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for  about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was  calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of  them on their way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician  playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then  hurried up to meet his schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman  threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him,  but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he  was late for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother  tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the  violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to  walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by  several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced  them to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and  stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk  their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and  silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there  any recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best  &lt;br /&gt;musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces  ever written, with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars. Two days before  his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston  and the seats averaged $100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by  the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception,  taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we  stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected  context?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:  If we  do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians  in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other  things are we missing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-7498079716012262946?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7498079716012262946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=7498079716012262946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7498079716012262946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7498079716012262946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2009/01/finding-time-for-joy-in-our-lives.html' title='Finding Time For Joy In Our Lives'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SWOk6Euz5bI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-HKqeIUemFo/s72-c/violinist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5353701450790162034</id><published>2008-12-16T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:31:41.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Through Jared's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUgN-RaTCtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lPWuOeYYtCY/s1600-h/IMG_3124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUgN-RaTCtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lPWuOeYYtCY/s200/IMG_3124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280485926568659666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUgNe__BRyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PUIJFcJYIvk/s1600-h/IMG_3115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUgNe__BRyI/AAAAAAAAAc0/PUIJFcJYIvk/s200/IMG_3115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280485389314901794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUgIZdsvavI/AAAAAAAAAck/2KEDGrclgxA/s1600-h/IMG_3165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUgIZdsvavI/AAAAAAAAAck/2KEDGrclgxA/s200/IMG_3165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280479796653943538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is Jared's favorite time of year. At 11 years old, most kids are well past the Christmas magic phase, but Jared still "believes." Every day he enthusiastically asks me if "Christmas tomorrow?" This morning when I woke up he had taken out every present under the tree and had put them in piles on the couch. He wears a Santa hat to school every day. Plugging in the Christmas lights outside and on the tree seems to have evolved into his responsibility. If someone is arguing or unhappy, Jared is the first to say, "We a happy family." He reminds us continually that Christmas is about peace. He does constant little acts of service daily; making his sister's bed, setting the table without being asked, helping his sister clean the kitchen, and of course his ever constant hugs and kisses. He makes us remember that the best gift is giving of ourselves. Jared brings the light of Christ and peace of the season into our home. Some people only see that Jared is handicapped, but all we see is love. We are so grateful for his presence in our family!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by BAP photography www.brittanyandersonphotography.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5353701450790162034?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5353701450790162034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5353701450790162034' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5353701450790162034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5353701450790162034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-through-jareds-eyes.html' title='Christmas Through Jared&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUgN-RaTCtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/lPWuOeYYtCY/s72-c/IMG_3124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-2150523777227078415</id><published>2008-12-16T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:03:32.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whitney&apos;s mission'/><title type='text'>My Beautiful Missionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUfe4Z7ScII/AAAAAAAAAcc/0PV5iNCVR9s/s1600-h/wt_055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUfe4Z7ScII/AAAAAAAAAcc/0PV5iNCVR9s/s200/wt_055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280434148728795266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Sorenson and my daughter Whitney&lt;br /&gt;Quito, Ecuador&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-2150523777227078415?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2150523777227078415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=2150523777227078415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/2150523777227078415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/2150523777227078415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-beautiful-missionary.html' title='My Beautiful Missionary'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SUfe4Z7ScII/AAAAAAAAAcc/0PV5iNCVR9s/s72-c/wt_055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-7542219285403779489</id><published>2008-12-08T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:29:18.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Chuckle</title><content type='html'>My Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat embarrassing to admit, I'm not getting an annual bonus and Christmas is tight this year.  I will be making bedroom slippers for you all as gifts. Please let me know your sizes. You'll most likely agree that it's a splendid idea, and should you wish to do the same, I've included the instructions below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How to make bedroom slippers out of maxi pads: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need four maxi pads to make a pair. &lt;br /&gt;Two of them get laid out flat, for the foot part. &lt;br /&gt;The other two wrap around the toe area to form the top. &lt;br /&gt;Tape or glue each side of the top pieces to the bottom of the foot part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorate the tops with whatever you desire, silk flowers (this is most aesthetically appealing), etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These slippers are: &lt;br /&gt;* Soft and Hygienic &lt;br /&gt;* Non-slip grip strips on the soles &lt;br /&gt;* Built in deodorant feature keeps feet smelling fresh &lt;br /&gt;* No more bending over to mop up spills &lt;br /&gt;* Disposable and biodegradable &lt;br /&gt;* Environmentally safe &lt;br /&gt;* Three convenient sizes: (1.) Regular, (2.) Light and (3.) Get out the Sand Bags. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've attached a photo of the first pair I made so that you can see the nifty slippers for yourself.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting your response. It's crucial that I get the right size for each one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/ST2Q-Jj8JxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Imydk0hylbQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/ST2Q-Jj8JxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Imydk0hylbQ/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277533735741040402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-7542219285403779489?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7542219285403779489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=7542219285403779489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7542219285403779489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7542219285403779489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-chuckle.html' title='December Chuckle'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/ST2Q-Jj8JxI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Imydk0hylbQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-7398147140378868052</id><published>2008-11-24T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:04:37.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend invited people to bold what they have done on her list...&lt;br /&gt;for you to do: copy and paste this to your blog and bold the ones that you HAVE done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Started your own blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Played in a band&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Sang a solo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Visited Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Grown your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny dipping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;br /&gt;28.&lt;strong&gt; Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Seen a total eclipse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/strong&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Been on a cruise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Seen an Amish community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;br /&gt;46.&lt;strong&gt; Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Had your portrait painted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;49.&lt;strong&gt; Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Par&lt;/strong&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;strong&gt;Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;Gone whale watching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;64. &lt;strong&gt;Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;Flown in a helicopter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;70.&lt;strong&gt; Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;br /&gt;73. &lt;strong&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;br /&gt;76. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strong&gt;Broken a bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;strong&gt;Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;strong&gt;Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;strong&gt;Read the entire Bible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Had chickenpox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Lost a loved one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Had a baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;strong&gt;Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun list! Although there are some things that I know I'll never do... Thanks ) I tag Lyn, Aly, Amanda, Brittany, and anyone else who wants to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-7398147140378868052?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7398147140378868052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=7398147140378868052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7398147140378868052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7398147140378868052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/11/friend-invited-people-to-bold-what-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1155127214068235318</id><published>2008-11-15T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:40:32.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SR-huEjNDqI/AAAAAAAAAWo/u46W5XhSvU0/s1600-h/download.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SR-huEjNDqI/AAAAAAAAAWo/u46W5XhSvU0/s200/download.htm" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269107901914222242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A Girl with an Apple&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;August 1942.Piotrkow,Poland. The sky was gloomy that morning as we waited anxiously. All the men,women and children of Piotrkow's Jewish ghetto had been herded into a square. Word had gotten around that we were being moved. My father had only recently died from typhus, which had run rampant through the crowded ghetto. My greatest fear was that our family would be separated.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Whatever you do,' Isidore, my eldest brother, whispered to me,'don't tell them your age. Say you're sixteen'.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was tall for a boy of 11, so I could pull it off.That way I might be deemed valuable as a worker. An  SS man approached  me, boots clicking against the cobblestones. He looked me up and down,then asked my age.'Sixteen,' I said. He directed me to the left, where my three brothers and other healthy young men  already stood.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My mother was motioned to the right with the other women, children, sick and elderly people. I  whispered to Isidore, 'Why?' He didn't answer. I ran to Mama's side and said I wanted to stay with her.'No,' she said sternly. 'Get away. Don't be a nuisance. Go with your  brothers.' She had never spoken so harshly before.  But I understood: She was protecting me. She loved  me so much that, just this once, she pretended not to. It was the last I ever saw of her.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My brothers and I were transported in a cattle car to Germany. We arrived at the Buchenwald concentration camp one night weeks later and were led into a crowded barrack. The next day, we were issued uniforms and identification numbers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Don't call me Herman anymore.' I said to my brothers. 'Call me 94983.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was put to work in the camp's crematorium, loading the dead into a hand-cranked elevator. I, too,felt dead. Hardened, I had become a number. Soon, my brothers and I were sent to Schlieben, one of Buchenwald's sub-camps near Berlin. One morning I thought I heard my mother's voice.. Son, she said softly but clearly, I am sending you an angel. Then I woke up. Just a dream.  A beautiful dream. But in this place there could  be no angels. There was only work. And  hunger. And fear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone. On the other side of the fence, I spotted  someone: a young girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree. I  glanced around to make sure no one saw me.  I called  to her softly in German.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Do you have something eat?' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish.  She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woolen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, 'I'll see you tomorrow.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day.  She was always there with something for me to eat - a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't  know anything about her just a kind farm girl except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nearly seven months later, my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped to Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Don't return,' I told the girl that day. 'We're leaving.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I turned toward the barracks and didn't look back, didn't even say good-bye to the girl whose name I'd never learned, the girl with the apples.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were in Theresienstadt for three months. The war was winding down and Allied forces were closing in, yet my fate seemed sealed. On May 10, 1945, I was scheduled to die in the gas chamber at10:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of dawn, I tried to prepare myself. So many times death seemed ready to claim me, but somehow I'd survived. Now, it was over. I thought of my parents. At least, I thought, we will be reunited.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At8 A.M.there was a commotion. I heard shouts, and saw people running every which way through camp. I caught up with my brothers. Russian troops had liberated the camp! The gates swung open. Everyone was running, so I did too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, all of my brothers had survived; I'm not sure how. But I knew that the girl with the apples had been the key to my survival. In a place where evil seemed triumphant, one person's goodness had saved my life, had given me hope in a place where there was none. My mother had promised to send me an angel, and the angel had come.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Eventually I made my way to England where I was sponsored by a Jewish charity, put up in a hostel with other boys who had survived the Holocaust and trained in electronics. Then I came to America, where my brother Sam had already moved.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I served in the U. S.Army during the Korean War, and returned toNew York City&lt;br /&gt;after two years. By August 1957 I'd opened my own electronics repair shop. I was starting to settle in.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day, my friend Sid who I knew from England called me. 'I've got a date. She's got a Polish friend. Let's double date.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A blind date? Nah, that wasn't for me. But Sid kept pestering me, and a few days later we headed up to the Bronx to pick up his date and her friend Roma. I had to admit, for a blind date this wasn't so bad. Roma was a nurse at a Bronx hospital. She was kind and smart. Beautiful, too, with swirling brown curls and green, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with life.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The four of us drove out to Coney Island. Roma was easy to talk to, easy to be with. Turned out she was wary of blind dates too!  We were both just doing our friends a favor. We took a stroll on the boardwalk, enjoying the salty Atlantic breeze, and then had dinner by the shore. I couldn't remember having a better time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, 'Where were you,' she asked softly, 'during the war?'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'The camps,' I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss. I had tried to forget.  But you can never forget. She nodded. 'My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin,' she told me. 'My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers.' I imagined how she must have suffered too, with fear as a constant companion. And yet here we were, both survivors, in a new world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'There was a camp next to the farm.' Roma continued. 'I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. 'What did he look like? I asked.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He was tall. Skinny. Hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months.'&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it.  This couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?' Roma looked at me in amazement.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Yes,' That was me! '&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it. My angel.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'I'm not letting you go.' I said to Roma. And in the back of the car on that blind date, I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'You're crazy!' she said. But she invited me to meet her parents for Shabbat dinner the following week. There was so much I looked forward to learning about Roma, but the most important things I always knew: her steadfastness, her goodness. For many months, in the worst of circumstances, she had come to the fence and given me hope. Now that I'd found her again, I could never let her go. That day, she said yes. And I kept my word.  After nearly 50 years of marriage, two children and three grandchildren I have never let her go.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Herman Rosenblat Miami Beach,Florida          &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is a true story and you can find out more by Googling Herman Rosenblat.  He was bar mitzvahed at age 75.  This story is being made into a movie called The Fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...you can watch them on Oprah if you google - Herman and Roma on Oprah 14th Nov 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an amazing story!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1155127214068235318?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1155127214068235318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1155127214068235318' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1155127214068235318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1155127214068235318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/11/girl-with-apple-august-1942.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SR-huEjNDqI/AAAAAAAAAWo/u46W5XhSvU0/s72-c/download.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-7694629761833876378</id><published>2008-10-30T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:51:58.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whitney in the MTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpyugQk5-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/3J8Z1QbBzu0/s1600-h/Project8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpytvCFhdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MEqvENGttRo/s200/Project16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145244580742610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpys8hn8sI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NkpAL2FmCbc/s1600-h/Project15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpys8hn8sI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NkpAL2FmCbc/s200/Project15.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263145231022813890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpyQ4rG9PI/AAAAAAAAAVo/OnM6KMkzvSk/s1600-h/Project14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpyQ4rG9PI/AAAAAAAAAVo/OnM6KMkzvSk/s200/Project14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144748952515826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpyH1pMNyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PYee3NHjdWw/s1600-h/Project12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpyH1pMNyI/AAAAAAAAAVg/PYee3NHjdWw/s200/Project12.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144593520342818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpx-BIGVQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/poCSCYdTCjw/s1600-h/Project13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpx-BIGVQI/AAAAAAAAAVY/poCSCYdTCjw/s200/Project13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263144424804078850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney has been in the MTC learning Spanish and more about the gospel for the last mo. She is loving it!  Just thought I would put a couple of pictures on that she sent last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-7694629761833876378?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7694629761833876378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=7694629761833876378' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7694629761833876378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7694629761833876378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/10/whitney-in-mtc.html' title='Whitney in the MTC'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SQpyugQk5-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/3J8Z1QbBzu0/s72-c/Project8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8279880213569335196</id><published>2008-10-30T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:27:47.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Lyn's Tag</title><content type='html'>I wish: my knees were young again&lt;br /&gt;I hate: that our country isn't more rightous...&lt;br /&gt;I miss: having Whitney and Melissa around..&lt;br /&gt;I fear: I lack enough self-discipline..&lt;br /&gt;I feel: so much better physically since going to Crossfit...&lt;br /&gt;I hear: my children laughing together while carving a pumpkin...&lt;br /&gt;I smell: the candle burning inside the pumpkin....&lt;br /&gt;I crave: Mrs. Cavanaugh's lemon cream chocolates...&lt;br /&gt;I search: the scriptures...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder: why it is so hard to lose weight now....&lt;br /&gt;I regret: missed opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;I love: a good soak in the tub while reading a good book....&lt;br /&gt;I care:  about family, the gospel, friends....&lt;br /&gt;I always: worry that I might hurt someone's feelings&lt;br /&gt;I am not: a perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;I dance: in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;I sing: all the time, especially Barbara Striesand and R&amp;B&lt;br /&gt;I don't always: show patience....or match....&lt;br /&gt;I fight:for people I don't think are treated fairly...&lt;br /&gt;I lose: a lot more often than I win...&lt;br /&gt;I write: letters to my missionary daughter...&lt;br /&gt;I tag: Melissa, Brittany, and anyone else who wants to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8279880213569335196?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8279880213569335196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8279880213569335196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8279880213569335196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8279880213569335196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/10/lyns-tag.html' title='Lyn&apos;s Tag'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-6367116440085274376</id><published>2008-10-20T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:07:39.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Gonna  Be A Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SPzIF73HwGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w62LGuC7VR8/s1600-h/bear_screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SPzIF73HwGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w62LGuC7VR8/s200/bear_screen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259298469155684450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life I'm a woman. In my next life, I'd&lt;br /&gt;like to come back as a bear.  When you're a &lt;br /&gt;bear, you get to hibernate.  You do nothing&lt;br /&gt;but sleep for six months.  &lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat &lt;br /&gt;yourself stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I could deal with that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're a girl bear, you birth your children &lt;br /&gt;(who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping &lt;br /&gt;and wake to practically grown, cute, cuddly cubs.  &lt;br /&gt;I could definitely deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're mama bear, eveyone knows you mean business. &lt;br /&gt;You swat anyone who bothers your cubs.  If your cubs get&lt;br /&gt; out of line, you swat them too. &lt;br /&gt; I could deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling.&lt;br /&gt; He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, gonna be a bear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-6367116440085274376?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6367116440085274376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=6367116440085274376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6367116440085274376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6367116440085274376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/10/gonna-be-bear.html' title='Gonna  Be A Bear'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SPzIF73HwGI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/w62LGuC7VR8/s72-c/bear_screen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4280833752659231345</id><published>2008-10-13T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:33:53.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tag from Melissa</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your cell phone? Pocket&lt;br /&gt;2. Where is your significant other? Work&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? ?&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Friend&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Kind&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Family&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? Forgotten&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Perfection&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? Office&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? Cooking&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Rejection&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Delivering cookies&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? Patient&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? Boots&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you ate? Rice&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? lab coat&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? unimportant&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? Riley&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? old&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? Happy&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? Whit&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Efficient&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing?  toe-Ring&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? Costco&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? Crazy&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Green&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? Today&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Supposed to be one word answers. I tag Lyn, Aly, Brittany, Amanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4280833752659231345?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4280833752659231345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4280833752659231345' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4280833752659231345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4280833752659231345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-from-melissa.html' title='Tag from Melissa'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4885988099303633519</id><published>2008-10-12T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:55:25.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.handbagplanet.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is giving away free bags! go there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4885988099303633519?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4885988099303633519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4885988099303633519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4885988099303633519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4885988099303633519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5118783224670914886</id><published>2008-09-02T16:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:10:58.493-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>What Color Crayon Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Green Crayon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/green.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is colored in harmonious, peaceful, natural colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some may associate green with money, you are one of the least materialistic people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort is important to you. You like to feel as relaxed as possible - and you try to make others feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very happy with who you are, and it certainly shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is red. Every time you feel grounded, a red person does their best to shake you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Lyn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5118783224670914886?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5118783224670914886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5118783224670914886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5118783224670914886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5118783224670914886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-color-crayon-are-you_02.html' title='What Color Crayon Are You?'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-2264732904933657597</id><published>2008-08-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:24:07.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Counting Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SKm-MTXE5II/AAAAAAAAAUg/GXh-dkcekAM/s1600-h/zion-national-park-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SKm-MTXE5II/AAAAAAAAAUg/GXh-dkcekAM/s200/zion-national-park-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235925160359683202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am counting my blessings today.  Melissa, Scott, Jared and I went to Zion's National Park Saturday and as we were paying the admission fee, somehow, Melissa's wallet was left on the bench there outside the station.  In it were all her credit cards and money.  We didn't know it was missing for about 3 hours.  I was just sure that it would be gone or at least missing the cards and money, but lo and behold some honest and kind person had turned it in with everything still in it!  I am so grateful to that person and it is reassuring that there are still many good and honest people in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-2264732904933657597?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2264732904933657597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=2264732904933657597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/2264732904933657597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/2264732904933657597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/08/counting-blessings.html' title='Counting Blessings'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SKm-MTXE5II/AAAAAAAAAUg/GXh-dkcekAM/s72-c/zion-national-park-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4545115265760486117</id><published>2008-07-20T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:54:02.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missions'/><title type='text'>Mission Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SIPeIg0425I/AAAAAAAAAUY/sHnpROCIyXU/s1600-h/wt-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SIPeIg0425I/AAAAAAAAAUY/sHnpROCIyXU/s200/wt-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225264230511991698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney received her mission call to the Ecuador, Quito mission!  We are so excited for her and proud of her!!  She will be entering the MTC on Oct. 1st.  Wayne's first comment was, "Do they have a Nordstrom's there?"  I am sure she will love it and serve well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4545115265760486117?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4545115265760486117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4545115265760486117' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4545115265760486117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4545115265760486117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/07/mission-call.html' title='Mission Call'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SIPeIg0425I/AAAAAAAAAUY/sHnpROCIyXU/s72-c/wt-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1895198259398261395</id><published>2008-06-22T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T08:12:09.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SF5qfm-cwAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lHCygLW6Tbg/s1600-h/personal_fitness_trainer_Kelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SF5qfm-cwAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lHCygLW6Tbg/s200/personal_fitness_trainer_Kelli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722509812580354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;A WOMAN'S WEEK  AT THE GYM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This  is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1214146902_0"&gt;workout  routine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear)  purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for  me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football  cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give  it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the club and made my reservations with a personal  trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics  instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.&lt;br /&gt;My dau ghter seemed  pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a  diary to chart my  progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Started my day  at 6:00 am. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I  arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a  Greek goddess - with blonde hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo  Hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed  watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my  workout today. Very inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda was encouraging as I did my  sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time  she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC  week-!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I drank a whole  pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my  back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs  were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's  rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life  for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;br /&gt;The only way I  can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my  mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals.  Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a  GEO in the club parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda was impatient with me, insisting  that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for  that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that  is VERY annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda  put me on the stair monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to  simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would  help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some o ther crap  too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Belinda was waiting  for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled  back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me  that long to tie my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells.  When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny witch to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine  -- which I sank.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I hate that witch Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in  the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader.  If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would  beat her with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have  any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells or anything that weighs more tha n a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treadmill  flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it  have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir  director?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Belinda left a  message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I  did not show up today. Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine  with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and  ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather  Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the  Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this  week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little brat) will  choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still  say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with  diamonds!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1895198259398261395?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1895198259398261395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1895198259398261395' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1895198259398261395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1895198259398261395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/06/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SF5qfm-cwAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/lHCygLW6Tbg/s72-c/personal_fitness_trainer_Kelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4119124162128467915</id><published>2008-06-09T16:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:09:28.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were Tag</title><content type='html'>if you were a... tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were an animal, which would you be... puppy: playful . friendly.curious. a little confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3D1u2BE-I/AAAAAAAAASg/ALMncNsGdng/s1600-h/5DCAABGN8PCAY33J48CA00UHYPCAMRTIMFCAEL2D3QCAY0KWWTCA6SVW9NCAMQ2GU4CA1O7QCJCA9BP8ZZCAOXE5ILCA8NCUDWCALW8BCZCA28LUIECAB2HSOHCAP9QWTWCAIZ5R08CA4S3WEQCADE4V4X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210035671812608994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3D1u2BE-I/AAAAAAAAASg/ALMncNsGdng/s200/5DCAABGN8PCAY33J48CA00UHYPCAMRTIMFCAEL2D3QCAY0KWWTCA6SVW9NCAMQ2GU4CA1O7QCJCA9BP8ZZCAOXE5ILCA8NCUDWCALW8BCZCA28LUIECAB2HSOHCAP9QWTWCAIZ5R08CA4S3WEQCADE4V4X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a city. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;Madrid, Spain: lived there for 4 years. interesting, adventure, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3GDatkVYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xWbtPAs-uvk/s1600-h/QOCAML1K2QCA0BXWH0CAKB9CYLCA6WLOS0CAS86SIXCA2OGD78CA4NX683CAN75Y92CA0I6OQ4CA2SNUJVCAWESMW5CA9ZTK1FCAP3U9ZZCAN0U0QICA7028CECAB6QCWECAW02ANRCAX6E9XTCAQ3GGXZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210038105949885826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3GDatkVYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xWbtPAs-uvk/s200/QOCAML1K2QCA0BXWH0CAKB9CYLCA6WLOS0CAS86SIXCA2OGD78CA4NX683CAN75Y92CA0I6OQ4CA2SNUJVCAWESMW5CA9ZTK1FCAP3U9ZZCAN0U0QICA7028CECAB6QCWECAW02ANRCAX6E9XTCAQ3GGXZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a flower. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;lilac: smells wonderful, reaches upward, delicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3F47IGm0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/of_2_4rHxlk/s1600-h/lilac-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210037925672557378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3F47IGm0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/of_2_4rHxlk/s200/lilac-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a vegetable. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;tomato: flexible, used in many dishes, great with hot sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://collectingtokens.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/tomato_pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://collectingtokens.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/tomato_pd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a color. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;yellow: cheerful, hopeful, happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FyXJJXmI/AAAAAAAAATw/cOv7WoC4htY/s1600-h/6LCA1494MHCA456XOJCAQ3QFH4CAX88RVXCAXFS3A6CAMMKI7XCAX61F9GCAR360EPCAUGGMEUCAGKT5K4CAKK2KSDCAKN51WGCAMYYA3ECAQNBDAZCA03U3VNCABY1I6SCAT61SGWCACDX321CAJ5Y7P1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210037812934041186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FyXJJXmI/AAAAAAAAATw/cOv7WoC4htY/s200/6LCA1494MHCA456XOJCAQ3QFH4CAX88RVXCAXFS3A6CAMMKI7XCAX61F9GCAR360EPCAUGGMEUCAGKT5K4CAKK2KSDCAKN51WGCAMYYA3ECAQNBDAZCA03U3VNCABY1I6SCAT61SGWCACDX321CAJ5Y7P1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a fruit. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;any kind of berry: strawberry . blueberry . raspberry . blackberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FsIVfm8I/AAAAAAAAATo/2VTSXxmGFCM/s1600-h/strawberries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210037705880083394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FsIVfm8I/AAAAAAAAATo/2VTSXxmGFCM/s200/strawberries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a season. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;fall: looking forward to holiday season and family togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vtonly.com/ramos_fall6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vtonly.com/ramos_fall6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a shoe. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;mizuno tennis shoe: so comfortable and ready to run anywhere, anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FTTlNKyI/AAAAAAAAATg/gvKfeqFN3to/s1600-h/IECA2KNJRBCAS6C5FLCAWKY6DHCAQZQY1FCAKMWSS1CA1GC6O6CAHFNP8PCARJ3PSGCASJQDA3CAJI1VTNCA8QUK04CAANV4Q7CA9YQBXRCAO0IOMZCA6WQFK9CAYNUV0NCALAYMV0CAU95EOTCATOQT8C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210037279402044194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FTTlNKyI/AAAAAAAAATg/gvKfeqFN3to/s200/IECA2KNJRBCAS6C5FLCAWKY6DHCAQZQY1FCAKMWSS1CA1GC6O6CAHFNP8PCARJ3PSGCASJQDA3CAJI1VTNCA8QUK04CAANV4Q7CA9YQBXRCAO0IOMZCA6WQFK9CAYNUV0NCALAYMV0CAU95EOTCATOQT8C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a vehicle. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;BMW: my dream car, luxurious but fast (maybe with a reinforced bumper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FJyipG3I/AAAAAAAAATY/A8j439F59uY/s1600-h/2008_bmw_m3_aplina_white_official_image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210037115914099570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FJyipG3I/AAAAAAAAATY/A8j439F59uY/s200/2008_bmw_m3_aplina_white_official_image004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were an appliance. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;kitchenaid mixer: does it all and I love to bake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FCu4hhDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8Gs7PC33rVQ/s1600-h/LXCA4OMP2ICA0SDS0ICAR54DVFCAYAO0GOCAS46XM1CATXTA2PCAOT0WJ9CA74UZC4CA1Z7A05CA66EDRDCAFLYBY5CA596D83CA2BT4YNCA2X251CCA2YDZGPCAK6WXIMCAZFJ233CA71Z81ZCALBXQTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210036994673050674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3FCu4hhDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/8Gs7PC33rVQ/s200/LXCA4OMP2ICA0SDS0ICAR54DVFCAYAO0GOCAS46XM1CATXTA2PCAOT0WJ9CA74UZC4CA1Z7A05CA66EDRDCAFLYBY5CA596D83CA2BT4YNCA2X251CCA2YDZGPCAK6WXIMCAZFJ233CA71Z81ZCALBXQTY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a disney character. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;Elmer Fudd: always looking for keys, kids, and various lost items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3E5iSZvwI/AAAAAAAAATI/d3o5LSdqUnY/s1600-h/BVCAH416BVCAL4QNZYCA2TFYVICAUTTBPFCA5G71P8CAGJKKCWCAZ07IWPCA303EVHCADIK93ECA0CEN55CA5U2ZPUCAPCPL1HCAM5ZO2VCA0AOE91CA18TUBACAI87HZICA3J6OMTCAOPBSCLCA1QVWDF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210036836673109762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3E5iSZvwI/AAAAAAAAATI/d3o5LSdqUnY/s200/BVCAH416BVCAL4QNZYCA2TFYVICAUTTBPFCA5G71P8CAGJKKCWCAZ07IWPCA303EVHCADIK93ECA0CEN55CA5U2ZPUCAPCPL1HCAM5ZO2VCA0AOE91CA18TUBACAI87HZICA3J6OMTCAOPBSCLCA1QVWDF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a dessert. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;chocolate cake, lemon meringue pie, key lime pie, really anything good and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3EyaWV2YI/AAAAAAAAATA/61Ft8XzELnc/s1600-h/51MB0DK0K1L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210036714283063682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3EyaWV2YI/AAAAAAAAATA/61Ft8XzELnc/s200/51MB0DK0K1L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a time of day. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;crack of dawn: each day a new adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3EsKdvNXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aMzr8RQ00P4/s1600-h/9OCAOYR7PUCA2D21JXCAZ1RVCDCAP0KDX7CAGHXDB2CA1IPFZ3CANHNY44CALODNZQCA7FEPL6CAW4TI3SCA5SJTSPCAJQ8ZMGCA6ANNJWCA8H7EM1CA334C31CAJOZFWYCA3UT5D5CAW13W3ECA83BPGD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210036606939903346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3EsKdvNXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/aMzr8RQ00P4/s200/9OCAOYR7PUCA2D21JXCAZ1RVCDCAP0KDX7CAGHXDB2CA1IPFZ3CANHNY44CALODNZQCA7FEPL6CAW4TI3SCA5SJTSPCAJQ8ZMGCA6ANNJWCA8H7EM1CA334C31CAJOZFWYCA3UT5D5CAW13W3ECA83BPGD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were a cereal. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;Reece's Puffs: sweet and sometimes a little airheady (is that a word or did I just make that up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3ETKL04gI/AAAAAAAAASw/7SbFavKmXt8/s1600-h/QKCAUDFFQICANPN3S6CAKOFHZICAAJ8P7CCAF2JOEGCAJM8O76CAWWZKU7CAHB1EHBCA9I0RG7CA5I20PECA188MN4CAGXCDFXCAJL3Z2ICAOY5WD8CAH8W84YCAR189MSCA7LVPEFCABWBWA8CAJ2LCBI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210036177368048130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3ETKL04gI/AAAAAAAAASw/7SbFavKmXt8/s200/QKCAUDFFQICANPN3S6CAKOFHZICAAJ8P7CCAF2JOEGCAJM8O76CAWWZKU7CAHB1EHBCA9I0RG7CA5I20PECA188MN4CAGXCDFXCAJL3Z2ICAOY5WD8CAH8W84YCAR189MSCA7LVPEFCABWBWA8CAJ2LCBI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were an instrument. which would you be...&lt;br /&gt;flute: played in high school, sweet, and a little airy (again with the air thing ......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3EG2I_OoI/AAAAAAAAASo/NPi5MTTblIs/s1600-h/flute80B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210035965829003906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3EG2I_OoI/AAAAAAAAASo/NPi5MTTblIs/s200/flute80B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4119124162128467915?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4119124162128467915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4119124162128467915' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4119124162128467915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4119124162128467915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-you-were_09.html' title='If I Were Tag'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE3D1u2BE-I/AAAAAAAAASg/ALMncNsGdng/s72-c/5DCAABGN8PCAY33J48CA00UHYPCAMRTIMFCAEL2D3QCAY0KWWTCA6SVW9NCAMQ2GU4CA1O7QCJCA9BP8ZZCAOXE5ILCA8NCUDWCALW8BCZCA28LUIECAB2HSOHCAP9QWTWCAIZ5R08CA4S3WEQCADE4V4X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4609387624207122725</id><published>2008-06-09T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:06:11.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Fun in NY and Philadelphia!</title><content type='html'>David Letterman Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE19UiqChAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZFoz6lSysQg/s1600-h/PhillyCheesecake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE17-N4YkZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/m8av-gNHxDk/s1600-h/photo_tickets_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209956652745789842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE17-N4YkZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/m8av-gNHxDk/s200/photo_tickets_large.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;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE1-eLqqT_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/66GS9h3dVSk/s1600-h/PhillyCheesecake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wayne and I went to Philadelphia last weekend and visited liberty square, Valley Forge, and NYC (since it is only about an hour away). We were able to get in to see the David Letterman show (actually I never stay awake to watch this at home, but it was fun to see how they tape it.) While we were there I had to buy a new purse and try Pat and Geno's philly cheese steak sandwiches.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE1-wE3YRmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2R9VTg_xsvo/s1600-h/PhillyCheesecake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209959708342371938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE1-wE3YRmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/2R9VTg_xsvo/s200/PhillyCheesecake2.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are overrated; Italian place in Orem is better! We had a great time but glad to be back!&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/6689204371023577564-4609387624207122725?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4609387624207122725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4609387624207122725' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4609387624207122725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4609387624207122725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-in-ny-and-philadelphia.html' title='Fun in NY and Philadelphia!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SE17-N4YkZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/m8av-gNHxDk/s72-c/photo_tickets_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4985551899685815161</id><published>2008-05-24T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:14:20.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Great Roadtrip Idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am dying to do this! Can you imagine how fun it would be driving down the freeway at about 90 mph with these balloons behind you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SDh2ttu8rsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ObMEVeDlrA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SDh2ttu8rsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ObMEVeDlrA/s200/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204039897169309378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Step 1.  Tie the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;se balloons to your car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2.  Drive like a bat out of heck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Step 3.  Watch people freak out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4985551899685815161?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4985551899685815161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4985551899685815161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4985551899685815161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4985551899685815161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/05/great-roadtrip-idea.html' title='Great Roadtrip Idea!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SDh2ttu8rsI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ObMEVeDlrA/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-309055622278327383</id><published>2008-05-19T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T09:24:00.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SDGpX4n7mRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HDH3vBv0elY/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202125272391588114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SDGpX4n7mRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HDH3vBv0elY/s200/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My darling son is 18. Matt  graduated from seminary last night and graduates from high school next week! He has always been such a delight to his father and me. How did we ever get so old? I will now have 3 children in college! Thanks Aly for the cute pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-309055622278327383?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/309055622278327383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=309055622278327383' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/309055622278327383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/309055622278327383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SDGpX4n7mRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/HDH3vBv0elY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-3859559874413021849</id><published>2008-05-17T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:19:08.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SC-8G4n7mQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/o27ID9iGCPM/s1600-h/42-15483092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SC-8G4n7mQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/o27ID9iGCPM/s200/42-15483092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201582921101318402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. the total number of movies i own:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;About 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. the last movie i bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. the last movie I saw:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I loved it....incurable romantic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. a movie i'll never watch again:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[totally brain dead...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. five movies that mean something to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pride and prejudice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Smith Goes to Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[If only politicians today had that kind of passion and integrity...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The 10 Commandments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[It was the only movie we were allowed to watch on Sunday growing up...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[t.v. movies . but priceless...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Church Movies; The First Vision, etc... Johnny Lingo (j.k.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-3859559874413021849?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3859559874413021849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=3859559874413021849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3859559874413021849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3859559874413021849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/05/movie-tag.html' title='Movie Tag!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SC-8G4n7mQI/AAAAAAAAAP4/o27ID9iGCPM/s72-c/42-15483092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-943781678846490263</id><published>2008-05-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:32:14.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Lyn's Tag- 6 Unimportant Things About Me</title><content type='html'>tag rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. you link back to the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;2. post these rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. share six unimportant things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. tag six random people at the end of your entry&lt;br /&gt;5. let the tagged people know by leaving a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;6. enjoy the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;====================================================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChzs4n7mLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6J0MZFJhiyU/s1600-h/2SCAT6W9OPCA4U0QG8CA5QD8IJCAGEK20ECA1AORCMCAP17FP2CAOVUQW3CAXJWW0NCAY6698ICALDXJ4KCASJXWBZCAWD66AHCAN6LCGXCA3HAJUWCA1G4W5LCAY957CBCA7WIXOICAB1TGB9CAB5MLJU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199532984750545074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChzs4n7mLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6J0MZFJhiyU/s200/2SCAT6W9OPCA4U0QG8CA5QD8IJCAGEK20ECA1AORCMCAP17FP2CAOVUQW3CAXJWW0NCAY6698ICALDXJ4KCASJXWBZCAWD66AHCAN6LCGXCA3HAJUWCA1G4W5LCAY957CBCA7WIXOICAB1TGB9CAB5MLJU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might want to be careful parking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;behind me as I have a tendancy to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gently back into other cars (Rosen's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;van, Lyn's car, posts, rocks, etc.)&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChzNIn7mKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5XerbhSTmI4/s1600-h/25pics28ac913kx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199532439289698466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChzNIn7mKI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5XerbhSTmI4/s200/25pics28ac913kx7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sleeping In" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seems to be a lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;art form for me.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChy_4n7mJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LlfN_MGmonQ/s1600-h/4169lopv4uwzvf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199532211656431762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChy_4n7mJI/AAAAAAAAAPA/LlfN_MGmonQ/s200/4169lopv4uwzvf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is embarrassing to admit, but I enjoy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; of my childrens' music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChys4n7mII/AAAAAAAAAO4/lqQMTw-9Jco/s1600-h/IWCA3W2CG0CAO5Q2MKCAILZHHICAF6B9QTCA2LPVXBCASF1DFDCATE6BPVCAAXCS0CCASZUL5KCAXM90W0CACPXJGXCAXMJI0SCA0FODIRCAHG1ZVZCAIY6TFACANOJFI3CAHGNMZLCAAIMTBSCAP86EU0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199531885238917250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChys4n7mII/AAAAAAAAAO4/lqQMTw-9Jco/s200/IWCA3W2CG0CAO5Q2MKCAILZHHICAF6B9QTCA2LPVXBCASF1DFDCATE6BPVCAAXCS0CCASZUL5KCAXM90W0CACPXJGXCAXMJI0SCA0FODIRCAHG1ZVZCAIY6TFACANOJFI3CAHGNMZLCAAIMTBSCAP86EU0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would much rather run upstairs than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk up them.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChyiIn7mHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/J5Ia77_7-jo/s1600-h/050509_running_vmed_6p_widec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199531700555323506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChyiIn7mHI/AAAAAAAAAOw/J5Ia77_7-jo/s200/050509_running_vmed_6p_widec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love tobasco sauce on almost anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that has tomatoes in it.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChyTon7mGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uU-sJ_jOTB4/s1600-h/150px-Tabasco_sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199531451447220322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChyTon7mGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uU-sJ_jOTB4/s200/150px-Tabasco_sauce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Whitney, Melissa, Amanda, Brittany, Natalie, and Stephanie&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-943781678846490263?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/943781678846490263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=943781678846490263' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/943781678846490263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/943781678846490263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/05/lyns-tag-6-unimportant-things-about-me.html' title='Lyn&apos;s Tag- 6 Unimportant Things About Me'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SChzs4n7mLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6J0MZFJhiyU/s72-c/2SCAT6W9OPCA4U0QG8CA5QD8IJCAGEK20ECA1AORCMCAP17FP2CAOVUQW3CAXJWW0NCAY6698ICALDXJ4KCASJXWBZCAWD66AHCAN6LCGXCA3HAJUWCA1G4W5LCAY957CBCA7WIXOICAB1TGB9CAB5MLJU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4256613747775165376</id><published>2008-05-05T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:42:25.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Advice From the Experts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SB8464vh04I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7s-XwPh2GVo/s1600-h/boy_proposing_marriage-A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196935079324144514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SB8464vh04I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7s-XwPh2GVo/s200/boy_proposing_marriage-A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHOM TO MARRY? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you likes sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alan, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry.God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kristen, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camille, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Derrick, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both don't want any more kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lori, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.Lynnette, age 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first date, they just tell each other lies and that Usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martin, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS TURNING SOUR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Craig, age 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When they're rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam, age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curt, age 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them and have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someoneto clean up after them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anita, age 9 (bless you child)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN'T GET MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelvin, age 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the #1 Favorite is........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if she looks like a truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ricky, age 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4256613747775165376?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4256613747775165376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4256613747775165376' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4256613747775165376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4256613747775165376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/05/marriage-advice-from-experts.html' title='Marriage Advice From the Experts'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SB8464vh04I/AAAAAAAAANQ/7s-XwPh2GVo/s72-c/boy_proposing_marriage-A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1337596679914353776</id><published>2008-04-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:56:50.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the Beef?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBYP14vh03I/AAAAAAAAANI/KVr9n42JubA/s1600-h/GC_prdm_blk_steer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194356638657663858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBYP14vh03I/AAAAAAAAANI/KVr9n42JubA/s200/GC_prdm_blk_steer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At my house! We bought a 1200 lb. black angus steer at the jr. livestock show. The 4H Club kids bring their animals (lambs, steers, and hogs) to show and auction off. We bought "Gunther" and he will provide about 400 lbs. of steaks, roasts, etc. for the next year! It was kind of fun. Wayne had his picture taken with him and threatens to blow it up and place it in the diningroom so the kids will know where their food came from. If he does this I am sure I will have several kids become vegetarians!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1337596679914353776?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1337596679914353776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1337596679914353776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1337596679914353776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1337596679914353776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-is-beef.html' title='Where is the Beef?'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBYP14vh03I/AAAAAAAAANI/KVr9n42JubA/s72-c/GC_prdm_blk_steer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8438127826335027559</id><published>2008-04-28T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T10:49:42.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Nooooo!! Another teenager!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBYN4Yvh02I/AAAAAAAAANA/EveGOfK-ig4/s1600-h/happy-birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194354482584081250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBYN4Yvh02I/AAAAAAAAANA/EveGOfK-ig4/s200/happy-birthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy 13th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to my sweet and fiesty Amanda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8438127826335027559?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8438127826335027559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8438127826335027559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8438127826335027559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8438127826335027559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-nooooo-another-teenager.html' title='Oh Nooooo!! Another teenager!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBYN4Yvh02I/AAAAAAAAANA/EveGOfK-ig4/s72-c/happy-birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1817786907126551412</id><published>2008-04-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:49:26.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Made Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBXx64vh01I/AAAAAAAAAM4/dxfhiNpv2j0/s1600-h/cowboy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194323739208176466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBXx64vh01I/AAAAAAAAAM4/dxfhiNpv2j0/s200/cowboy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a Westerner. Rules of Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, and the Wild West are as follows: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pull your pants up. You look like an idiot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Turn your cap right, your head ain't crooked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Let's get this straight: it's called a "gravel road." I drive a pickup truck because I want to. No matter how slow you drive, you're gonna get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way. 4. They are cattle. That's why they smell to you. They smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? I-80 goes east and west, I-15 goes north and south. Pick one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. So you have a $60,000 car. We're impressed. We have $250,000 combines that are driven only 3 weeks a year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Every person in the Wild West waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of geese/pheasants/ducks/doves are comin' in during the hunts, we WILL shoot it outa your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Yeah. We eat trout, salmon, deer and elk. You really want sushi and caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer season. It's a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the first of November. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. We open doors for women. That's applied to all women, regardless of age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. No, there's no "vegetarian special" on th e menu. Order steak, or you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the 2 pounds of ham and turkey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. When we fill out a table, there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables, and breads We use three spices: salt, pepper, and ketchup! Oh, yeah.... We don't care what you folks in Cincinnati call that stuff you eat... IT AIN'T REAL CHILI!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. You bring "Coke" into my house, it better be brown, wet and served over ice. You bring "Mary Jane" into my house, she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck, and have long hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. College and High School Football is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Yeah, we have golf courses. But don't hit the water hazards - it spooks the fish. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Colleges? We have them all over. We have State Universities , Universities, and Vo-techs. They come outta there with an education plus a love for God and country, and they still wave at everybody when they come home for the holidays. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. We have more folks in the Army, Navy, Air Force, and Marines than all of you put together, so don't mess with us. If you do, you'll get whipped by the best. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. Turn down that blasted car stereo! That thumpity-thump crap ain't music, anyway. We don't want to hear it anymore than we want to see your boxers! Refer back to #1!&lt;br /&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/6689204371023577564-1817786907126551412?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1817786907126551412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1817786907126551412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1817786907126551412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1817786907126551412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/made-me-laugh.html' title='Made Me Laugh'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SBXx64vh01I/AAAAAAAAAM4/dxfhiNpv2j0/s72-c/cowboy3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5311471552990936407</id><published>2008-04-22T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:08:02.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>Favorite Resteraunts/ menu favorites Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SA5vjIvh00I/AAAAAAAAAMw/pBvBHj_B_ZU/s1600-h/h-restaurants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192210069837697858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SA5vjIvh00I/AAAAAAAAAMw/pBvBHj_B_ZU/s200/h-restaurants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am a hopeless foodie I decided to tell you what my personal favorites are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chef's Table (for fine dining)-proscuitto stuffed chicken (yum) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Magelby's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ramano's Macaroni Grill (chcken scallopini) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Las Tarascas (Pork Tacos with mango salsa and fresh fruit infused  water-when they have it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kneaders-turkey, bacon, avacado sandwich on country french, raspberry bread pudding with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vanilla sauce, key lime tarts, pecan tarts, cherry cheesecake with ganache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. P.F. Chang's-Kung Pao, lettuce wraps (you know what is good there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Sam Hawk (Korean Food-Bulgogi/bbq beef; spicy, but good)-usually a wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. La Dolche Vita-Gnocchi Combo, spinach calzone (soup good, salad is blah)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Shirley's Bakery-orange rolls, rolls, raisin filled cookies, eclairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.Dippidee's Bakery-cakes, cookies (yum, skip brownies-usually dry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Puddin on the Rice-lots of fun flavors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Brick Oven-Everything is good; love their garlic bread and homemade rootbeer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Ruth Chris-Steak and everything else (SLC-$$$)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is why I have to exercise! If you haven't tried some of these-go for it and I will probably see you there! I am tagging Lyn, Whitney, Melissa, Natalie, and everyone who likes to eat...I love to hear about new tempting food places to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5311471552990936407?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5311471552990936407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5311471552990936407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5311471552990936407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5311471552990936407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/since-i-am-hopeless-foodie-i-decided-to.html' title='Favorite Resteraunts/ menu favorites Tag'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SA5vjIvh00I/AAAAAAAAAMw/pBvBHj_B_ZU/s72-c/h-restaurants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-743561276275987233</id><published>2008-04-22T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:07:20.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humorous'/><title type='text'>State Employees- funny!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/743561276275987233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=743561276275987233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/743561276275987233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/743561276275987233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/state-employees-funny.html' title='State Employees- funny!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4654404465204736661</id><published>2008-04-13T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:40:29.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>BYU Ballroom dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SALSEK7Mq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ejuf4veEV3c/s1600-h/BYU-BALLROOM.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SALSEK7Mq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ejuf4veEV3c/s200/BYU-BALLROOM.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188940689778191282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne and I attended the BYU Ballroom showcase.  This is the same show that they are taking to China for tour.  It is always entertaining and I look forward to it each year!  In the next life I would love to be able to dance like that!  Wayne might complain about having to do all those lifts that are required, but I am sure he will cooperate????!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4654404465204736661?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4654404465204736661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4654404465204736661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4654404465204736661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4654404465204736661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/byu-ballroom-dance.html' title='BYU Ballroom dance'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SALSEK7Mq7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/ejuf4veEV3c/s72-c/BYU-BALLROOM.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-895739900451641031</id><published>2008-04-11T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:13:22.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>Wonder of Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SABDtgEnHNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kkcpvSMFJYo/s1600-h/07348152627851_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SABDtgEnHNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kkcpvSMFJYo/s200/07348152627851_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188221219713260754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wayne brought home a toy American Eskimo puppy about 6 weeks old.  He looks like a little puff ball and his name is Riley.  We have been talking about getting a puppy for Jared, our little Downs Syndrome boy because the other kids are all growing up and leaving.  He gets so sad when the family isn't all together.  Our other children were deprived; Wayne always told them they could have a puppy if  the could find one that didn't poop.  They were ecstatic until they figured out that all puppies poop.  All the kids are excited.  I guess if I can't have any grandchildren yet, a puppy is the next best thing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-895739900451641031?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/895739900451641031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=895739900451641031' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/895739900451641031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/895739900451641031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/wonder-of-wonders.html' title='Wonder of Wonders'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/SABDtgEnHNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/kkcpvSMFJYo/s72-c/07348152627851_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-9089737027581778782</id><published>2008-04-11T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T10:27:33.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>What Is the Matter  With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_-fSwEnHMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XHuCX_Y3FdU/s1600-h/product_treadmill_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_-fSwEnHMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XHuCX_Y3FdU/s200/product_treadmill_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188040440244804802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_-fJgEnHLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m8jHO2GCz6Y/s1600-h/seasonal_snacks._V4072733_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_-fJgEnHLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/m8jHO2GCz6Y/s200/seasonal_snacks._V4072733_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188040281331014834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you give me all kinds of helpful input that would hurt my already fragile ego, I am talking about my eating habits!  I am so sore that I groan every time I sit down and it feels like I have been run through a gauntlet ( I did it to myself-lifting weights and running).  Does this stop me from eating 3 Fernwood sandwich mint chocolates or a box or Red Hots on my way to the treadmill-NOOOOO!!! It seems I have either been skipped on the self-discipline gene or have submerged that wise inner voice so far that it is no longer audible.   Oh well, I ran 2 and 1/2 miles today.......lunch anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-9089737027581778782?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/9089737027581778782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=9089737027581778782' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9089737027581778782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9089737027581778782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-matter-with-me.html' title='What Is the Matter  With Me?'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_-fSwEnHMI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XHuCX_Y3FdU/s72-c/product_treadmill_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1341570205264235003</id><published>2008-04-07T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:14:33.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring or Winter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_pjwqdjlWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-WvWLjr9bdA/s1600-h/32750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186567608553674082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_pjwqdjlWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-WvWLjr9bdA/s200/32750.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up to this was a little disorienting.  I keep thinking we are starting to hit the warm season and then we get another snow storm! Confusion of the seasons?  The good news is that Lake Powell will be about 39 feet higher this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1341570205264235003?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1341570205264235003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1341570205264235003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1341570205264235003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1341570205264235003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-or-winter.html' title='Spring or Winter?'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_pjwqdjlWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-WvWLjr9bdA/s72-c/32750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-3875063680188349431</id><published>2008-03-31T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:25:01.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_Fya6djlVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z8QnzsAr6VI/s1600-h/left-brain-right-brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184050452775540050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_Fya6djlVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z8QnzsAr6VI/s200/left-brain-right-brain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a unique personality test. There are only 4 questions but the results are very interesting. I was kind of shocked by what some of my answers meant. Be honest and honor what pops into your mind when the questions present themselves. Just click on the following:&lt;a title="http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html" href="http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html&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/6689204371023577564-3875063680188349431?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3875063680188349431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=3875063680188349431' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3875063680188349431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3875063680188349431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R_Fya6djlVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/z8QnzsAr6VI/s72-c/left-brain-right-brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-402837558310832241</id><published>2008-03-27T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T09:45:53.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-vOXqdjlUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gprjXEYFNG0/s1600-h/727px-Drawn_love_hearts.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-vOXqdjlUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gprjXEYFNG0/s200/727px-Drawn_love_hearts.svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182462702150456642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how long have your been together... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;married 25 1/2 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how long did you date... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We dated 2 years.  I was 19 and Wayne was 23 when we met at Brick Oven. Wayne was the boss and I was a Hostess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who eats more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Wayne-unless it is dessert (then it is definately me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who said I love you first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;he did . but i was a close second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who is taller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;he is .  by about 7 inches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who sings better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;That would be me. I love to sing! Wayne always knows if I am happy because I am singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is smarter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;i love to learn  and every autumn I get the urge to go back to school . but he is much  much smarter. Brilliant-in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who does the laundry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;He does his own laundry because he is very particular.  It used to make me angry. now I just say "you go, boy!"  I do everyone else's laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who does the dishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;usually me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who sleeps on the right side of the bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;from the ..in the bed.. point of view .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who pays the bills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I write the checks, but Wayne really pays the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who mows the lawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lawn care company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cooks the dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I do, but Wayne does know how . he grills..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is more stubborn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; I usually give in because I can't stand contention. If I really feel it is important I will fight tooth and nail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who kissed who first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I kissed him on the cheek first, but he took over from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who asked who out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Wayne asked me out.to see his etchings (jk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who proposed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;he did . on my porch in October. he so romantically asked me, "Well, should we do it?" I knew exactly what he meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who is more sensitive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;that would be me. me. me.me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has more friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;we don.t count friends . we treasure them. Oh I like that Lyn so I am stealing it from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has more siblings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Wayne-he has 4. and I have 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who are you tagging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-402837558310832241?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/402837558310832241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=402837558310832241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/402837558310832241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/402837558310832241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-long-have-your-been-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-vOXqdjlUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gprjXEYFNG0/s72-c/727px-Drawn_love_hearts.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-604396238614495770</id><published>2008-03-24T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:19:28.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Economy'/><title type='text'>Gas Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fzh6djlTI/AAAAAAAAALs/3XcdsoMNueI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181377660267500850" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fzh6djlTI/AAAAAAAAALs/3XcdsoMNueI/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fzT6djlSI/AAAAAAAAALk/8PcOSnjGV6E/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181377419749332258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fzT6djlSI/AAAAAAAAALk/8PcOSnjGV6E/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fy-KdjlRI/AAAAAAAAALc/w8hkknVQrd0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181377046087177490" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fy-KdjlRI/AAAAAAAAALc/w8hkknVQrd0/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I would rather spend my money on!  Brandon, hurry up and invent an alternative fuel source!&lt;br /&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/6689204371023577564-604396238614495770?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/604396238614495770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=604396238614495770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/604396238614495770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/604396238614495770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/gas-woes.html' title='Gas Woes'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fzh6djlTI/AAAAAAAAALs/3XcdsoMNueI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8983529390676415445</id><published>2008-03-24T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:19:46.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Keester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fhLadjlQI/AAAAAAAAALU/biZ909XulYU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181357482511144194" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 259px; height: 160px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fhLadjlQI/AAAAAAAAALU/biZ909XulYU/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" height="160" width="433" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8983529390676415445?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8983529390676415445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8983529390676415445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8983529390676415445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8983529390676415445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-kester.html' title='Happy Keester'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R-fhLadjlQI/AAAAAAAAALU/biZ909XulYU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-3110192229493732744</id><published>2008-03-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:19:59.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Homemade Samoas Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bqGQTEsoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ue6fcreqjUQ/s1600-h/homemadesamoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176582214884045442" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bqGQTEsoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ue6fcreqjUQ/s200/homemadesamoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homemade Samoas (a.k.a. Caramel de-Lites)Cookies1 cup butter, soft1/2 cup sugar2 cups all purpose flour1/4 tsp baking powder1/2 tsp salt1/2 tsp vanilla extractup to 2 tbsp milk&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350F.In a large mixing bowl, cream together butter and sugar. Mix in flour, baking powder and salt at a low speed, followed by the vanilla and milk, adding in the milk as needed to make the dough come together without being sticky (it’s possible you might not need to add milk at all). The dough should come together into a soft, not-too-sticky ball. Add in a bit of extra flour if your dough is very sticky.Roll the dough (working in two or three batches) out between pieces of wax paper to about 1/4-inch thickness (or slightly less) and use a 1 1/2-inch cookie cutter to make rounds. Place on a parchment lined baking sheet and use a knife, or the end of a wide straw, to cut a smaller center hole. Repeat with remaining dough. Alternatively, use scant tablespoons of dough and press into an even layer in a mini donut pan to form the rounds.Bake cookies for 10-12 minutes, until bottoms are lightly browned and cookies are set. If using a mini donut pan, bake for only about 10 minutes, until edges are light gold.Cool for a few minutes on the baking sheet then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;Topping3 cups shredded coconut (sweetened or unsweetened)12-oz good-quality chewy caramels1/4 tsp salt3 tbsp milk8 oz. dark or semisweet chocolate (chocolate chips are ok)&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 300. Spread coconut evenly on a parchment-lined baking sheet (preferably one with sides) and toast 20 minutes, stirring every 5 minutes, until coconut is golden. Cool on baking sheet, stirring occasionally. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Unwrap the caramels and place in a large microwave-safe bowl with milk and salt. Cook on high for 3-4 minutes, stopping to stir a few times to help the caramel melt. When smooth, fold in toasted coconut with a spatula.Using the spatula or a small offset spatula, spread topping on cooled cookies, using about 2-3 tsp per cookie. Reheat caramel for a few seconds in the microwave if it gets too firm to work with.&lt;br /&gt;While topping sets up, melt chocolate in a small bowl. Heat on high in the microwave in 45 second intervals, stirring thoroughly to prevent scorching. Dip the base of each cookie into the chocolate and place on a clean piece of parchment paper. Transfer all remaining chocolate (or melt a bit of additional chocolate, if necessary) into a piping bag or a ziplock bag with the corner snipped off and drizzle finished cookies with chocolate.Let chocolate set completely before storing in an airtight container.&lt;br /&gt;Makes about 3 1/2-4 dozen cookies.&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/6689204371023577564-3110192229493732744?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3110192229493732744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=3110192229493732744' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3110192229493732744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3110192229493732744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/homemade-samoas-cookies.html' title='Homemade Samoas Cookies'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bqGQTEsoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ue6fcreqjUQ/s72-c/homemadesamoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4978245017883903746</id><published>2008-03-11T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:20:21.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>Arghhh!  Swimsuit Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bRvgTEsmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7MTKmG2qi5Q/s1600-h/153658_blk_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176555435762954850" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bRvgTEsmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7MTKmG2qi5Q/s200/153658_blk_g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw this on another blog from &lt;a href="http://http//store.delias.com/browse.do;jsessionid=035A323CA7B7B466C895151AFBC0BEA0.worker5?categoryKey=seasonal&amp;amp;topnavTrack=seasonal&amp;amp;incmpid=TopNavSeas"&gt;Delias&lt;/a&gt; and I loved it!  The only way &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it could be better is if it went down to my knees.  Maybe I could go Muslim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and wear a burka.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4978245017883903746?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4978245017883903746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4978245017883903746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4978245017883903746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4978245017883903746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/arghhh-swimsuit-season.html' title='Arghhh!  Swimsuit Season'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bRvgTEsmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/7MTKmG2qi5Q/s72-c/153658_blk_g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4328855276836786422</id><published>2008-03-11T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:20:46.068-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Websites'/><title type='text'>These are fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bPBQTEslI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7SrslAkvwvs/s1600-h/apology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176552442170749522" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bPBQTEslI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7SrslAkvwvs/s200/apology.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They really look official. Check these out &lt;a href="http://http//www.bureauofcommunication.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to send one of these to Wayne for running over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a rock in my new car.  I am in deep kimshi with him!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4328855276836786422?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4328855276836786422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4328855276836786422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4328855276836786422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4328855276836786422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/these-are-fun.html' title='These are fun!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9bPBQTEslI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7SrslAkvwvs/s72-c/apology.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8320483821646167757</id><published>2008-03-07T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:23:26.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>The Negotiator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9FYPwTEskI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qxzbdA_Huu8/s1600-h/my-red-bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9FYPwTEskI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qxzbdA_Huu8/s200/my-red-bike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175014474511594050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Carol came into the kitchen  where her mother was making dinner. Her&lt;br /&gt;birthday was coming up and she  thought this was a good time to tell her&lt;br /&gt;mother what she wanted. "Mom, I  want a bike for my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;Now, Little Carol was a bit of a  troublemaker. She had gotten into trouble&lt;br /&gt;at school and at home. Carol's  mother asked her if she thought she deserved&lt;br /&gt;to get a bike for her  birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Little Carol, of course, thought she did.&lt;br /&gt;Carol's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on  her&lt;br /&gt;behavior over the last year, and write a letter to God and tell him  why she&lt;br /&gt;deserved a bike for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Little Carol  stomped up the steps to her&lt;br /&gt;room and sat down to write God a  letter.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 1:&lt;br /&gt;Dear God:&lt;br /&gt;I have been a very  good girl this year and I would like a bike for my&lt;br /&gt;birthday. I want a  red one.&lt;br /&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;Carol  knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year,&lt;br /&gt;so  she tore up the letter and started over.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 2:&lt;br /&gt;Dear  God:&lt;br /&gt;This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this  year, and I&lt;br /&gt;would like a red bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank  you,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore  up the letter and started&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 3:&lt;br /&gt;Dear  God:&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I  will be a&lt;br /&gt;good girl if you ju st send me a red bike for my  birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Carol&lt;br /&gt;Carol knew, even if  it was true, this letter was not going to get her a&lt;br /&gt;bike. By now, she  was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to go  to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had worked&lt;br /&gt;because Carol  looked very sad.&lt;br /&gt;"Just be home in time for dinner," her mother  said.&lt;br /&gt;Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the  altar. She looked&lt;br /&gt;around to see if anyone w as there. She picked up a  statue of the Virgin&lt;br /&gt;Mary, slipped it under her jacket and ran out of  the church, down the&lt;br /&gt;street, into her house, and up to her room. She  shut the door and sat down&lt;br /&gt;and wrote her letter to God.&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 4:&lt;br /&gt;I GOT YOUR MAMA.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND  THE BIKE.&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW WHO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8320483821646167757?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8320483821646167757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8320483821646167757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8320483821646167757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8320483821646167757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/negotiator.html' title='The Negotiator'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R9FYPwTEskI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qxzbdA_Huu8/s72-c/my-red-bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5611791124621121740</id><published>2008-03-04T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:22:24.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'>The Sneeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R82au_-qdAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ff-FKf-kBC0/s1600-h/sneeze01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173961679157490690" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R82au_-qdAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ff-FKf-kBC0/s200/sneeze01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They walked in tandem, each of the ninety-two students filing into the already crowded auditorium. With their rich maroon gowns flowing . And the traditional caps, they looked almost ... As grown up as they felt. Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears. This class would NOT pray during the commencements----not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it. The principal and several students were careful to stay withi n the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families. The speeches were nice, but they were routine.....until the final speech received a standing ovation. A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened. All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED!!!! The student on stage.. Simply looked at the audience and said, "GOD BLESS YOU, Each and every one of you!" And he walked off stage... The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval. This is a true story; it happened at the University of Maryland &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5611791124621121740?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5611791124621121740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5611791124621121740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5611791124621121740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5611791124621121740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/sneeze.html' title='The Sneeze'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R82au_-qdAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ff-FKf-kBC0/s72-c/sneeze01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-7547683014200119216</id><published>2008-03-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:23:41.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYN!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I hope your day is as wonderful as you are!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R8167P-qc_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_G4Ig7Z3fJg/s1600-h/happy-birthday.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173926705238799346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R8167P-qc_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_G4Ig7Z3fJg/s200/happy-birthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-7547683014200119216?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7547683014200119216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=7547683014200119216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7547683014200119216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7547683014200119216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-lyn.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYN!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R8167P-qc_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_G4Ig7Z3fJg/s72-c/happy-birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-7685162685385778754</id><published>2008-03-03T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:24:27.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>If You Are What You Eat........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R8yJ0f-qc-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0opd-Z-G3rk/s1600-h/Vegetarianwebpix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173661606972388322" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R8yJ0f-qc-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0opd-Z-G3rk/s200/Vegetarianwebpix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag by Lyn:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have hair made up of spinach salad topped with curly fries. My brain would be cashew nuts-don't even go there! My body would be a giant chocolate kiss with red hot eyes (sounds a little demonic), my face would be chicken with mozarella stick arms.  My legs would be bananas with avacado feet.  For body lotion I would only use butter! My fuel of choice would be anything with sugar in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparantly I am not a well balanced individual (surprise, surprise)-my food pyramid is all topsy-turvey.  I have way too many food items&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                               in the "other" catagory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                            &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-7685162685385778754?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/7685162685385778754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=7685162685385778754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7685162685385778754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/7685162685385778754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='If You Are What You Eat........'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R8yJ0f-qc-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0opd-Z-G3rk/s72-c/Vegetarianwebpix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5198480823117279427</id><published>2008-02-22T14:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:25:00.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><title type='text'>My New Car!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R79RNLPZSuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IObzSCFXw0I/s1600-h/2008+honda+accord+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R79RNLPZSuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IObzSCFXw0I/s200/2008+honda+accord+31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169940184042130146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R79RVLPZSvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/H0dpL0lB0IY/s1600-h/2008+honda+accord+61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 134px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R79RVLPZSvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/H0dpL0lB0IY/s200/2008+honda+accord+61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169940321481083634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sold the Suburban.  It was silly to drive that beast around with only one or two children in it.  Maybe now I can pass a gas station without filling up every time ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5198480823117279427?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5198480823117279427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5198480823117279427' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5198480823117279427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5198480823117279427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-car.html' title='My New Car!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R79RNLPZSuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/IObzSCFXw0I/s72-c/2008+honda+accord+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1110368926012415191</id><published>2008-02-19T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:25:26.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun!  Yea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7tWQrPZSrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/unhLJlpYqfk/s1600-h/cruise_ship4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168819841822968498" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7tWQrPZSrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/unhLJlpYqfk/s200/cruise_ship4.jpg" border="0" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7tWfrPZStI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PSG9ZrC0ldc/s1600-h/cayman-islands-blue-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168820099521006290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7tWfrPZStI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PSG9ZrC0ldc/s200/cayman-islands-blue-water.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All 9 of us are going together!  I am so excited to be with all my favorite people and see some beautiful  new places!&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1110368926012415191?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1110368926012415191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1110368926012415191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1110368926012415191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1110368926012415191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/02/fun-in-sun-yea.html' title='Fun in the Sun!  Yea!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7tWQrPZSrI/AAAAAAAAAIc/unhLJlpYqfk/s72-c/cruise_ship4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1880166134303873479</id><published>2008-02-12T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:25:43.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Tagged by Whitney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7 TV Shows I wouldn't want to live without;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't watch TV much, but here are some I like;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7HeRrPZSqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OKI9cTkTNNA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166154642817108642" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7HeRrPZSqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OKI9cTkTNNA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Law and Order&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking Shows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;7 Books that may have changed my life or enjoyed a lot&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believing Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enders Game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Secret Life of Bees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold, Sassy Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Killer Angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7 Albums or Artists I love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barbara Striesand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian McKnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Westlife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BoyzIIMen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most romantic slow jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;7 Movies I go crazy for;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 10 Commandments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan in Real Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 Brides for 7 Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Fair Lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;7 things you may not know about me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I am actually more comfortable and outgoing in a large group than one-on-one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. People love to startle me because I am so jumpy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I still do dance routines and sing loudly with the radio when moved upon and no one is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;around to witness it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I took a Russian class because I thought I wanted to be some kind of spy. It was quickly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparent that it would have been a disasterous and deadly career choice for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My hands and feet sweat when I watch someone climb high mountains and I feel really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anxious, but I don't think I am afraid of high places-maybe just of falling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Saying the word, S-E-X, is really hard for me, which is really funny because I often have to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;discuss the subject at work as I do a lot of premarital exams. My kids love to tease me about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this because it always makes me squirm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. If someone can make me laugh frequently, they are already halfway to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tagging you Lyn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1880166134303873479?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1880166134303873479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1880166134303873479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1880166134303873479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1880166134303873479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/02/tagged-by-whitney.html' title='Tagged by Whitney'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R7HeRrPZSqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OKI9cTkTNNA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-4728095630782093962</id><published>2008-02-05T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:26:07.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sweet Whitney!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R6imYIj7K5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v7smCV_RD7o/s1600-h/happy_birthday_cake_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163559906325506962" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R6imYIj7K5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v7smCV_RD7o/s200/happy_birthday_cake_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got you a birthday cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without calories-love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;big as the whole sky many!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-4728095630782093962?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/4728095630782093962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=4728095630782093962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4728095630782093962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/4728095630782093962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-sweet-whitney.html' title='Happy Birthday Sweet Whitney!!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R6imYIj7K5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/v7smCV_RD7o/s72-c/happy_birthday_cake_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-3950973471807963541</id><published>2008-01-29T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T10:41:37.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cake Babies Made of Marzipan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R59zH4j7K2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AzPebngjMPg/s1600-h/untitled.2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160970277269220194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R59zH4j7K2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AzPebngjMPg/s200/untitled.2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R59zAIj7K1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/okzJw2v_Yso/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160970144125234002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R59zAIj7K1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/okzJw2v_Yso/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are so real-how could you eat them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R59y0Ij7K0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H-dTCORgfyg/s1600-h/untitled.1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160969937966803778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R59y0Ij7K0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/H-dTCORgfyg/s200/untitled.1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6689204371023577564-3950973471807963541?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3950973471807963541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=3950973471807963541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3950973471807963541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3950973471807963541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/cake-babies-made-of-marzipan.html' title='Cake Babies Made of Marzipan'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R59zH4j7K2I/AAAAAAAAAEo/AzPebngjMPg/s72-c/untitled.2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-9054499470589379073</id><published>2008-01-29T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:27:09.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R58pIoj7KnI/AAAAAAAAACg/NQ9L-40LBjU/s1600-h/23036315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R58pIoj7KnI/AAAAAAAAACg/NQ9L-40LBjU/s320/23036315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160888926293666418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;           &lt;p class="ececmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 63, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 63, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;A            group of graduates, well established in their careers,            were talking at  a reunion and decided to go visit            their old university professor, now retired.  During their visit,            the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and            lives.  Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went            into the kitchen and returned with a large pot of hot            chocolate and an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some            plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help            themselves to the hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they all had a cup of            hot chocolate in hand, the professor said: "Notice that all the nice            looking, expensive cups were taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap            ones.  While it is normal for you to want only the best for            yourselves, that is the source of your prob lems and stress.  The            cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality            of the hot chocolate.   In most cases it is just more            expensive and in some cases even hides what we            drink.   What all of you really wanted was hot chocolate,            not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups... And            then you began eyeing each other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this:            Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position in            society are the cups.  They are just tools to hold            and contain life.  The cup you have does not define, nor            change the quality of life  you have.  Sometimes,            by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot            chocolate God has provided us.  God makes the hot chocolate,            man chooses the cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiest people don't have            the best of everything.  They just make the best of            everything that they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live simply.  Love            generously.  Care deeply. Speak kindly. And enjoy your hot            chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:maroon;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;color:maroon;"   &gt;in            2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 63, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 63, 0);font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:10;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6689204371023577564-9054499470589379073?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/9054499470589379073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=9054499470589379073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9054499470589379073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9054499470589379073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/group-of-graduates-well-established-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R58pIoj7KnI/AAAAAAAAACg/NQ9L-40LBjU/s72-c/23036315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1575079615209642177</id><published>2008-01-28T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:55:16.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how we will miss this wonderful, wise, sweet prophet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R54kt4j7KmI/AAAAAAAAACY/SE_U8Rm7cz8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160602593708943970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R54kt4j7KmI/AAAAAAAAACY/SE_U8Rm7cz8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1575079615209642177?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1575079615209642177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1575079615209642177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1575079615209642177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1575079615209642177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-how-we-will-miss-this-wonderful-wise.html' title='Oh how we will miss this wonderful, wise, sweet prophet!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R54kt4j7KmI/AAAAAAAAACY/SE_U8Rm7cz8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8609596409514236044</id><published>2008-01-28T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:27:51.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>Which Animal Are You?</title><content type='html'>We've all encountered people who remind us of animals. They act like bears, baboons, weasels, sloths, and vultures and often even physically resemble the animals they behave like. The &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ISBN=0312180403/animalinyouA/"&gt;Animal in You&lt;/a&gt; (St. Martin's Press) explores why this correlation is not coincidental, for it is rooted in nature's need for diversity, which is an essential component of a healthy ecosystem. Without it, instability and population booms  threaten the balance. The food chain -- or, more accurately, the food web -- requires the interaction of predators, prey, burrowing creatures, arboreal animal, and insects to remain stable, and it is the interplay of this divergence that gives rise to enduring and healthy populations.&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ISBN=0312180403/animalinyouA/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0312198280/qid%3D1006043344/sr%3D8-2/animalinyou/002-5419548-7126461"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through a process known as parallel evolution, unrelated animals species separated by vast distances often evolve similar patterns to take advantage of available niches. We're all familiar with the pack mentality, hunting behavior and physical characteristics of the North American wolf, but in Australia, isolated from the mainland for thousands of years, some marsupials have evolved into animals that are remarkably similar to the wolf. Although almost driven to extinction by hunters, the Tasmanian Wolf or thylacine with its dog-like body, coughing bark, and canine hunting behavior parallels the wolf in many ways. Similarly, the porcupine -- a small creature with a prickly exterior for defense -- is mimicked by the porcupine fish, spiked dinosaurs, the cactus and Joan Rivers.&lt;br /&gt;Because our own species so completely dominates the environment, it has essentially become an ecosystem unto itself. So it's not surprising that this same process works on humans, since the attributes that provide equilibrium in the animal world -- aggression, passivity, stealth, skittishness and so on -- also provide stability in our society. This is why we each exhibit a set of characteristics that corresponds to a particular animal species. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0312198280/qid%3D1006043344/sr%3D8-2/animalinyou/002-5419548-7126461"&gt;Animal Attraction&lt;/a&gt; explores the relationships between each of the individual species and details the mating strategies for each animal.&lt;br /&gt;Determining your animal personality is a matter of matching your personality traits to the animal species that is closest to you by taking the &lt;a href="http://www.animalinyou.com/survey.asp"&gt;Animal In You personality test.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8609596409514236044?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8609596409514236044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8609596409514236044' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8609596409514236044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8609596409514236044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/which-animal-are-you.html' title='Which Animal Are You?'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5167904154340065963</id><published>2008-01-24T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:28:28.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;You      think English is easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                         &lt;div&gt;     &lt;div class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div id="EC_IncrediOriginalMessage"&gt;     &lt;div class="ecmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;Can      you read these right the first time? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                         &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;1)      The bandage was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; around      the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;wound.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;2)      The farm was used to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;u&gt;produce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;3)      The dump was so full that it had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;more      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;refuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;4)      We must &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;Polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;5)      He could&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;      &lt;u&gt;lead&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if he would get the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;out.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;6)      The soldier decided to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; his      dessert in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;desert.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;7)      Since there is no time like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, he      thought it was time to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;present      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;8)      A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was      painted on the head of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201187424_10"&gt;bass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;drum&lt;/span&gt;.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;9)      When shot at, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;dove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;u&gt;dove&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      into the bushes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;10)      I did not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to      the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;object.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;11)      The insurance was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;invalid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for      the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;invalid.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;12)      There was a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;among the      oarsmen about how to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;13)      They were too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the      door to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;14)      The buck &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;funny things      when the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are      present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;15)      A seamstress and a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;sewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;fell      down into a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;sewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; line.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;16)      To help with planting, the farmer taught his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;sow.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;17)      The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was too      strong to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the      sail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;18)      Upon seeing the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the      painting, I shed a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;tear.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;19)      I had to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;subject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to a      series of tests. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;20)      How can I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      this to my most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;      friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tahoma','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;Let's      face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant, nor ham      in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren't      invented in England nor French fries in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201187424_11"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div class="ececmsonormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';color:black;"  &gt;Sweetmeats      are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:85%;color:black;"   &gt;We      take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes, we find that      quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is      neither from &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201187424_12"&gt;Guinea&lt;/span&gt; nor is it a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that writers      write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If      the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth, beeth? One      goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indixes? If teachers      taught, why didn't preachers praught? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can      make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get      rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think      all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally      insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital,      ship by truck and send cargo by ship, have noses that run and feet that      smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a slim chance and a fat chance be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Verdana','sans-serif';font-size:18;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the      same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites? You have to marvel at      the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns      down, in which you fill-in a form by filling it out, and in which an alarm      goes off by going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was invented by people, not computers,      and it reflects the creativity of the human race, which, of course, is not a      race at all. That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when      the lights are out, they are invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. - Why doesn't      &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201187424_13"&gt;Buick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; rhyme with &lt;b&gt;quick&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5167904154340065963?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5167904154340065963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5167904154340065963' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5167904154340065963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5167904154340065963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-think-english-is-easy-can-you-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-6457610268593027992</id><published>2008-01-22T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:29:03.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--Start Psychic Quiz Results Code--&gt; &lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(192, 192, 192);" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 10px; font-size: 12pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 102); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;I am 80% Psychic &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 10px; font-size: 10pt; background-color: rgb(221, 221, 221); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can accurately predict whether someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does his/her own taxes&lt;br /&gt;has been camping&lt;br /&gt;has eaten a bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cannot tell whether someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has a cat&lt;br /&gt;is over 21&lt;br /&gt;watches soap operas &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 10px; font-size: 8pt; background-color: rgb(204, 255, 102); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spacefem.com/quizzes/psychic/results.php?r=d198cafbc"&gt;See what &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; psychic predicted for me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spacefem.com/quizzes/psychic"&gt;Take the quiz and get predictions at Spacefem.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;!--End Psychic Quiz Results Code--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-6457610268593027992?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6457610268593027992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=6457610268593027992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6457610268593027992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6457610268593027992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-80-psychic-i-can-accurately.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5500652134434132225</id><published>2008-01-16T19:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:29:22.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Things I Love about My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R47N1BuFHsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1_3-G2xQEbQ/s1600-h/Project19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 246px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R47N1BuFHsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1_3-G2xQEbQ/s320/Project19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156284934264266434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whitney-provides comic relief in our family with her sometimes "wicked humor." I so appreciate her constant support and her "mafia type" loyalty.  It is nice to know that she will drop everything and go with me, even on boring errands and that always makes them more fun!&lt;br /&gt;She is a "foodie" like me so we can explore culinary delights together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa-makes me so proud of her solid decisions and righteous desires; marrying a worthy young man in the Salt Lake Temple being the most recent!  Her "can do" attitude makes any job or project seem doable!  Her willingness to help with her siblings  and her parents has been a joy!  Melissa makes cooking fun instead of a chore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt-has always had the nickname "Angel Boy".  He has earned that with his cheerful disposition and helpful attitude at all times.  He also makes good, solid decisions that are only slightly influenced by excesses of testosterone.   I admire his steadiness and thoughtfulness in the gospel.    His taste in music is very eclectic; from T-Pain, Louie Armstrong, the Doobie Brothers, to Pavorati!  I love to watch him C-walk and any other dancing!  He is trying out for Mr. Timpview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garrett-is my great big teddybear, literally!  He is always ready with a hug when you need one.  He generally has a cheerful disposition and really enjoys being around people.  Diplomacy is very difficult for Garrett,  but he tries so hard. He is an avid reader; he isn't easily stumped on spelling or definitions.  If he doesn't know it he can probably make one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda-my little estrogenic diva!  I love all her energy and that she dances everywhere she goes.  She loves to read almost as much as I do and still reads her scriptures every night before bed.  She loves being social and is a very loyal friend!  This girl is always on the lookout for the "next big thing."  Being a good example to her friends has always been important to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared-is a constant source of delight to me and the whole family!  He has the funniest facial expressions and does a great booty shake!  He always says "We a happy family" even when the rest of us are not feeling it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5500652134434132225?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5500652134434132225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5500652134434132225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5500652134434132225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5500652134434132225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-i-love-about-my-children.html' title='Things I Love about My Children'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R47N1BuFHsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1_3-G2xQEbQ/s72-c/Project19.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-5723354655664098680</id><published>2008-01-11T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:29:46.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>New Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Month of the year:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;September because there is such an air of anticipation.  Children are starting back to school and are full of news of friends, learning, and activities.  I always feel a little twinge that I am not starting back also.  The nip in the air that changes the green to autumn colors and reminds you that Thanksgiving and Christmas are just around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Holiday &amp;amp; Why:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas is my favorite holiday because I love to get everyone gifts and anticipate their reaction.  Family fun and activities, friends, and of course salty-sweet hams and homemade treats!  Christmas music seems to gift wrap the season with a big bow.  The reminder of the birth of the Savior seems encourages us all to be kinder, more loving and thoughtful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like Storms: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love to watch lightening storms for hours.  I love the  earthy smell of a summer rain. One of my favorite memories is being safe in the dock at Lake Powell and seeing great, jagged lightening strikes split the sky against the red rocks and improptu silver waterfalls of rain cascading down.  All that power reminds me how small we really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indoors or Outdoors:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the outdoors.  I have tortured my children for years with hikes in Snow Canyon, Stewart Falls, Y mountain, etc.  The beauty that surrounds you whenever you are outside in a lovely place; the ocean or the mountains, makes me realize how much we are loved by our Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Season:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love the fall.  The changing fall leaves look like they have been frosted with fire and the smell of fires in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I tag: Alyssa, Lyn, and Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-5723354655664098680?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/5723354655664098680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=5723354655664098680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5723354655664098680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/5723354655664098680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-tag.html' title='New Tag!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-9186484725281556043</id><published>2008-01-10T12:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:30:05.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quizzes'/><title type='text'>orchid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bg="" style="color: rgb(218, 112, 214);" border="1" width="50%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are orchid&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#DA70D6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/quizzes/colors"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-9186484725281556043?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/9186484725281556043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=9186484725281556043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9186484725281556043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/9186484725281556043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/orchid.html' title='orchid'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-6653334024444643829</id><published>2008-01-10T09:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:30:30.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>I was almost a felon!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R4ZWLRuFHrI/AAAAAAAAACI/KMkZ103FPaA/s1600-h/Cops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R4ZWLRuFHrI/AAAAAAAAACI/KMkZ103FPaA/s320/Cops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153901575307337394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I lived through my own episode of Law and Order; it is more fun watching it than living it.  I went to Days grocery store to get some things and as I pulled out of the parking lot I was pulled over by a policeman with his lights going!  Then 2 more pulled up behind me.  They asked me for my license  and checked it.  I  said, "I wasn't even speeding" and they said "I know, we will tell you why we pulled you over in a  minute."  Then they told me to get out of my car and read me my rights!  Seriously, read me my rights!!  It seems some woman had tried to pick up a Rx &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fraudulantly&lt;/span&gt; and they said that she had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair and was pulling out of the parking lot  in a white Suburban right now.  Anyway, they asked if I was willing to go back to the pharmacy and see if they could ID me.  I told them I would and of course they said it wasn't me.  Anyway, I think I prefer watching my dramas on TV.  Scary stuff,  I am still shaking!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-6653334024444643829?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/6653334024444643829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=6653334024444643829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6653334024444643829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/6653334024444643829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-almost-felon.html' title='I was almost a felon!!!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R4ZWLRuFHrI/AAAAAAAAACI/KMkZ103FPaA/s72-c/Cops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-876720282483954014</id><published>2008-01-08T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:09:01.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My late Christmas post...hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;• wrapping paper or gift bags:&lt;br /&gt;bags.  it's much easier, the only downside is that people can peek .&lt;br /&gt;• real tree or artificial: I'd prefer a real tree, but I find we are usually to busy to have one.&lt;br /&gt;• when do you put your tree up:&lt;br /&gt;After Thanksgiving, which people tend to skip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by january 1.&lt;br /&gt;• hot chocolate or apple cider:&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate-I make really good homade chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• favorite gift received as a child:&lt;br /&gt;My mother made a China doll for me. I still have it to this day, she has a red dress and my mother hand painted her.&lt;br /&gt;• do you have a nativity scene:&lt;br /&gt;yes. several- my favorite is one Wayne and I got in Israel.&lt;br /&gt;• hardest person to buy for:&lt;br /&gt; Wayne- last year he told me what he wanted and posted pictures everywhere, and then preceeded to buy everything himself.&lt;br /&gt;• easiest person to buy for: Jared. He loves everything.&lt;br /&gt;• worst christmas gift ever received:&lt;br /&gt; Used clothes from Deseret Industries when I was 17 it seemed like a huge deal!&lt;br /&gt;• mail or email christmas cards:&lt;br /&gt;Mail- I have it easy though, Wayne mails them from his office.&lt;br /&gt;• favorite christmas movie: It's a wonderful Life&lt;br /&gt;• have you ever recycled a christmas present:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;• favorite thing to eat at christmas:&lt;br /&gt;That's a tough one-Home made pecan logs,  breakfast bake, and scones.&lt;br /&gt;• clear or colored lights:&lt;br /&gt;Colored.&lt;br /&gt;• favorite christmas song:&lt;br /&gt;O Holy Night, Mary's lullaby, and Silent Night.&lt;br /&gt;• travel or stay home:&lt;br /&gt;stay home.&lt;br /&gt;• can you name all the santa.s reindeer: Yes.&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• angel or star:&lt;br /&gt;The angel my daughter made in preschool.&lt;br /&gt;• favorite christmas memory:&lt;br /&gt;This isn't my favorite, but very memorable. One year my dad was in Vietnam over Christmas and he recorded a tape he made especially for Christmas and we all listened to it under the tree and it was almost like he was there. My mom recorded us opening our presents so he could feel like he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-876720282483954014?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/876720282483954014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=876720282483954014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/876720282483954014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/876720282483954014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-late-christmas-posthehe.html' title='My late Christmas post...hehe'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-2107166705920673411</id><published>2007-11-23T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:30:59.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R0fJSGR94RI/AAAAAAAAACA/lgaeoh-Gm9E/s1600-h/UP-MEX-001-02-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R0fJSGR94RI/AAAAAAAAACA/lgaeoh-Gm9E/s320/UP-MEX-001-02-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136295212800139538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Wayne and I are heading to Cabo next week-we are so excited!!!  We've never been there, if you have please let us know some of your favorite places to see, visit or eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-2107166705920673411?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/2107166705920673411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=2107166705920673411' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/2107166705920673411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/2107166705920673411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2007/11/wayne-and-i-are-heading-to-cabo-next.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R0fJSGR94RI/AAAAAAAAACA/lgaeoh-Gm9E/s72-c/UP-MEX-001-02-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-3407982873626095881</id><published>2007-11-23T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:31:25.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R0fG6GR94QI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wBQJzuKXIko/s1600-h/ist2_3030247_bridal_shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R0fG6GR94QI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wBQJzuKXIko/s320/ist2_3030247_bridal_shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136292601460023554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa's shower is on Thurs., Nov. 29th!!! Yea!! She also had a wonderful shower given for her by her great Aunt Rachel, Cousins Aly, Brittany and Grandma Eddington.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-3407982873626095881?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/3407982873626095881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=3407982873626095881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3407982873626095881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/3407982873626095881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2007/11/melissas-shower-is-on-thurs.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/R0fG6GR94QI/AAAAAAAAAB4/wBQJzuKXIko/s72-c/ist2_3030247_bridal_shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-8275921944998534088</id><published>2007-11-11T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:30:35.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need help choosing a dress for my daughter's wedding. Please vote on your favorite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfR_bdPTEI/AAAAAAAAABY/k_mYS8YWOWU/s1600-h/lt-a-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfR_bdPTEI/AAAAAAAAABY/k_mYS8YWOWU/s320/lt-a-dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131801188044328002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A. This would be in black!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfSgrdPTFI/AAAAAAAAABg/tCTybWudkvs/s1600-h/lt-b-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfSgrdPTFI/AAAAAAAAABg/tCTybWudkvs/s320/lt-b-dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131801759274978386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfWibdPTGI/AAAAAAAAABo/VaKInMky7xE/s1600-h/lt-c-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfWibdPTGI/AAAAAAAAABo/VaKInMky7xE/s320/lt-c-dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131806187386260578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfWwbdPTHI/AAAAAAAAABw/HA2-WibIFqI/s1600-h/lt-d-dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfWwbdPTHI/AAAAAAAAABw/HA2-WibIFqI/s320/lt-d-dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131806427904429170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D. This is my daughter's vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-8275921944998534088?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/8275921944998534088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=8275921944998534088' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8275921944998534088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/8275921944998534088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-help-choosing-dress-for-my.html' title='I need help choosing a dress for my daughter&apos;s wedding. Please vote on your favorite!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzfR_bdPTEI/AAAAAAAAABY/k_mYS8YWOWU/s72-c/lt-a-dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-417478777634627716</id><published>2007-11-10T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:31:48.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goals'/><title type='text'>New goal for February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzaexrdPTCI/AAAAAAAAABI/y5No9lHcWkA/s1600-h/abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzaexrdPTCI/AAAAAAAAABI/y5No9lHcWkA/s320/abs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131463401751399458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Reality Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/Rzaex7dPTDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kdvKX0QAB-8/s1600-h/article20_pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/Rzaex7dPTDI/AAAAAAAAABQ/kdvKX0QAB-8/s320/article20_pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131463406046366770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-417478777634627716?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/417478777634627716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=417478777634627716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/417478777634627716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/417478777634627716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-goal-for-february.html' title='New goal for February'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzaexrdPTCI/AAAAAAAAABI/y5No9lHcWkA/s72-c/abs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-938225649986317447</id><published>2007-11-08T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:32:33.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Jared baptized!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPuobdPTBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Oh7YTkLk48E/s1600-h/Project34.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPuobdPTBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Oh7YTkLk48E/s320/Project34.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130706778837699602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-938225649986317447?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/938225649986317447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=938225649986317447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/938225649986317447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/938225649986317447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2007/11/jared-baptized.html' title='Jared baptized!'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPuobdPTBI/AAAAAAAAABA/Oh7YTkLk48E/s72-c/Project34.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-40604595736228319</id><published>2007-11-08T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:32:58.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>New Fam Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPs9bdPS-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ShzNP2fRunM/s1600-h/Project18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPs9bdPS-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ShzNP2fRunM/s320/Project18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130704940591696866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                    My Cute Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPs-rdPS_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/8gjZP_wTW2k/s1600-h/Project23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPs-rdPS_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/8gjZP_wTW2k/s320/Project23.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130704962066533362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                        The Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPtA7dPTAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k57NMkCRpqQ/s1600-h/Project19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPtA7dPTAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/k57NMkCRpqQ/s320/Project19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130705000721239042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Garrett,  Jared, Melissa, Whitney, Amanda,  and Matthew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-40604595736228319?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/40604595736228319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=40604595736228319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/40604595736228319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/40604595736228319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-fam-pictures.html' title='New Fam Pictures'/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzPs9bdPS-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ShzNP2fRunM/s72-c/Project18.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6689204371023577564.post-1205444629384542110</id><published>2007-11-06T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:33:21.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzEmYxZilyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bOundQuFsXg/s1600-h/LT-HOT+CHICAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzEmYxZilyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bOundQuFsXg/s320/LT-HOT+CHICAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129923657570883362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my girls: Left to right, &lt;a href="http://www.melissacooks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, Leslie, &lt;a href="http://www.whitneytanner.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whitney&lt;/a&gt;, and Amanda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6689204371023577564-1205444629384542110?l=leslietanner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/feeds/1205444629384542110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6689204371023577564&amp;postID=1205444629384542110' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1205444629384542110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6689204371023577564/posts/default/1205444629384542110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leslietanner.blogspot.com/2007/11/these-are-my-girls-left-to-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Loquacious Leslie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10673460275355204031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hyY6yC2bAHk/RzEmYxZilyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bOundQuFsXg/s72-c/LT-HOT+CHICAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
