<?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-7741675019064731494</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:53:21.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Banks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7958082608107924547</id><published>2012-01-22T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:28:14.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>This year I set goals....&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm going to do 10 unassisted pullups. &lt;br /&gt;2. I'm going to get body pump certified.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm going to learn all the names of Cassidee's cheer friends.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm going to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm going to dance in the rain instead of complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7958082608107924547?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7958082608107924547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7958082608107924547&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7958082608107924547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7958082608107924547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2012/01/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8501793651112211287</id><published>2011-06-03T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T21:16:36.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;This is the latest news....&lt;br /&gt;1. Cassidee thinks she needs a birthday party with 70 guests and one adult supervisor.  Whaaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;2. People don't eat enough veggies.  You need to eat more veggies and do it consistantly.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm so ready for summer, I ache.&lt;br /&gt;4. I completely addicted to "Words With Friends".  I can't stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;5. I recently learned that a healthy person poops 2-4 times a day.  Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8501793651112211287?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8501793651112211287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8501793651112211287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8501793651112211287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8501793651112211287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2011/06/whoa.html' title='whoa'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7567342059984941166</id><published>2011-04-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T22:29:16.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>Does anybody blog anymore?  I guess Facebook has taken over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend out here asked me why I haven't blogged for a while.  I guess I was going to start to write about fitness tips but then my neighbor started a blog just for that so I thought that'd be really redundant.  I guess I could use my blog as an outlet for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of changes have taken place for me and for my little family.  As many of you know, I haven't been able to find a teaching job out here like I wanted.  It's kind of a punch in the face, to work so hard trying to get through school and then not being about to utilize what you've worked so hard for.  I graduated with two kids and a mortgage payment.  I didn't even get to party or date during college (my fault, I know and I'm NOT complaining. My girls are completely worth it.) Not to mention the money that was shelled out for that useless degree.  I guess it wouldn't be so hard if I didn't love teaching so much.  I looked forward to each and every single day.  It's depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on!  Joseph and I have also decided to separate.  I don't know what else to say other than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7567342059984941166?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7567342059984941166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7567342059984941166&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7567342059984941166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7567342059984941166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-715287584197883565</id><published>2011-01-30T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T17:44:04.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>Some of you know I started a new job out here in Pleasanton because there isn't any teaching available for me. I'm thinking of switching my blog to a reference for my clients to be able to refer to for useful tips about staying in shape and eating healthy foods. Is that dumb? Would you read it if you were resistance training with me? I think I'd still put pictures up of my kids and stuff because I've found that a lot of moms think they don't have time to workout. I just want to inspire people so they know they can accomplish a healthy lifestyle. Input please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-715287584197883565?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/715287584197883565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=715287584197883565&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/715287584197883565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/715287584197883565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3613892817513332521</id><published>2010-09-14T08:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:00:06.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer happenings</title><content type='html'>Something is seriously wrong with my computer...I can't blog properly...anyway...here are some pictures from the summer.  We went to Utah and had a blast.  Kim and I ran a 10 K in record time. All my girls had birthdays and they were fun. I ran my first half marathon.  My favorite family in the world came to visit and we went to Santa Cruz.  There you go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bUC4yXcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/on-nPDqneic/s1600/DSC05590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bUC4yXcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/on-nPDqneic/s320/DSC05590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516798837226888642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bTlKmIMI/AAAAAAAAB9o/CnI6XnMZEBc/s1600/DSC05135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bTlKmIMI/AAAAAAAAB9o/CnI6XnMZEBc/s320/DSC05135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516798829248520386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bTPHJVmI/AAAAAAAAB9g/nQjRi-8Onao/s1600/DSC05424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bTPHJVmI/AAAAAAAAB9g/nQjRi-8Onao/s320/DSC05424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516798823328470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bSvs6FpI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/eMSwfoRilDE/s1600/DSC05286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bSvs6FpI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/eMSwfoRilDE/s320/DSC05286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516798814896920210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bSFUSm2I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/VZoR6IvCqRI/s1600/DSC05490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bSFUSm2I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/VZoR6IvCqRI/s320/DSC05490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516798803519380322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3613892817513332521?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3613892817513332521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3613892817513332521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3613892817513332521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3613892817513332521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/09/cu.html' title='Summer happenings'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TI-bUC4yXcI/AAAAAAAAB9w/on-nPDqneic/s72-c/DSC05590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8896907402090365634</id><published>2010-08-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:57:55.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We went to the Dominican Republic....so fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE7Sp24-I/AAAAAAAAB88/XkM9yzYKdDI/s1600/DSC05230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE7Sp24-I/AAAAAAAAB88/XkM9yzYKdDI/s320/DSC05230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501011624010900450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE6yyiH1I/AAAAAAAAB80/IRLKCG03YhU/s1600/DSC05220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE6yyiH1I/AAAAAAAAB80/IRLKCG03YhU/s320/DSC05220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501011615457353554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE6ZTR8rI/AAAAAAAAB8s/hJLgW69D7tk/s1600/DSC05206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE6ZTR8rI/AAAAAAAAB8s/hJLgW69D7tk/s320/DSC05206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501011608615383730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE56osdSI/AAAAAAAAB8k/4c1uwEGBck8/s1600/DSC05196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE56osdSI/AAAAAAAAB8k/4c1uwEGBck8/s320/DSC05196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501011600383702306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE5bOxNyI/AAAAAAAAB8c/41vgX0Tn1sE/s1600/DSC05188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE5bOxNyI/AAAAAAAAB8c/41vgX0Tn1sE/s320/DSC05188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501011591953463074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8896907402090365634?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8896907402090365634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8896907402090365634&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8896907402090365634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8896907402090365634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_02.html' title='We went to the Dominican Republic....so fun!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/TFeE7Sp24-I/AAAAAAAAB88/XkM9yzYKdDI/s72-c/DSC05230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6708952918143131608</id><published>2010-06-16T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T20:47:22.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Out for Summer</title><content type='html'>Except for me!  I'm so excited!  I got a position teaching second grade summer school here in California.  I was really surprised to get it.  They say it is a good way to get in with the district. Even if it takes a few years :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even more amazing is I have child care all worked out.  Sicily is going to a day care and the only day they couldn't cover was Thursday.  I was freaking out about it and the next day, the girl who works the front counter at my gym said, "Do you ever need help with Sicily?  My daughter is 13 and would love to tend for you."  What?  Are you kidding me?  What are the odds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy gets to go to summer school with me and this will be really good for her.  She enjoys learning and being around people.  Cassidee made the cheer team so this will keep her extra busy.  We're so lucky to have made a good friend to carpool with us when practices are in the morning while I'm TEACHING. :)  Can you tell I'm excited?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is amazing when things work out positively.  Simply amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6708952918143131608?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6708952918143131608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6708952918143131608&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6708952918143131608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6708952918143131608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for Summer'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3477151443480551231</id><published>2010-05-27T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:37:11.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring in a Nutshell</title><content type='html'>So spring has sprung and the showers have not stopped.  Well, luckily, they stopped long enough for my BFF in the whole wide world to come visit.  We had a great weekend.  We went site seeing in the city, ate out, spent one entire day at the pool, and even had a terrific girls night out.  Being with Kimberly rejuvinated me.  How do you go from spending an hour every day with some one and every weekend to not seeing them for months.  How I go on is beyond me....&lt;br /&gt;uh, photography by Sicily.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OZM_YMjI/AAAAAAAAB5U/cp4soyMHRNo/s1600/DSC04793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476111498052383282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OZM_YMjI/AAAAAAAAB5U/cp4soyMHRNo/s320/DSC04793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also spent two days at Disneyland/California Adventure with the girls.  The second day we got to bring a friend's daughter and it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OYt8SyjI/AAAAAAAAB5M/1QcqmN3f1MQ/s1600/DSC04808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476111489717946930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OYt8SyjI/AAAAAAAAB5M/1QcqmN3f1MQ/s320/DSC04808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mike and Cherry also tied the knot.  This wedding was one of the most incredible things I've ever witnessed.  They make a beautiful couple.  Skinny Mike :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OYORZd-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/WOP1rSBl6js/s1600/DSC04645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476111481216530402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OYORZd-I/AAAAAAAAB5E/WOP1rSBl6js/s320/DSC04645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph is smashing in his cream tux and those are my girls in their Easter dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OXfVzVII/AAAAAAAAB48/ldCqtVOhFJo/s1600/DSC04601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476111468618536066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OXfVzVII/AAAAAAAAB48/ldCqtVOhFJo/s320/DSC04601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is them on Easter morning.  Oh yes, we're still Utes.  Don't ever forget it!  (Especially because here everyone is so BYU crazy.  I made a huge deal in pointing this out in the ward newsletter :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OW_hwRqI/AAAAAAAAB40/Yfiz1rgyecU/s1600/DSC04419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476111460078732962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OW_hwRqI/AAAAAAAAB40/Yfiz1rgyecU/s320/DSC04419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss my Utah friends.  Thanks for following up with my blog.  I get very lonely and wonder if this'll ever get easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3477151443480551231?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3477151443480551231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3477151443480551231&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3477151443480551231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3477151443480551231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/05/spring-in-nutshell.html' title='Spring in a Nutshell'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_8OZM_YMjI/AAAAAAAAB5U/cp4soyMHRNo/s72-c/DSC04793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6493459063760341707</id><published>2010-05-17T17:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:16:31.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_HbwjKlDGI/AAAAAAAAB4o/xfJV4vw5zYs/s1600/Trae.jpg"&gt;I wanted to have a writing sample for my teaching portfolio. I want your opinions too.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trae stared up in the room filled with wondering spectators as his coaches crouched down beside him. The walls seemed to spin around him making him dizzy and unsure. Slowly his breath returned and he felt his lungs gasp for air. His mother's voice, always supportive, could be heard in the background of Trae's trainer's concerned cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling wasn't always something important to Trae. He had the typical suburban childhood. Rides to and from school and eating out with friends and family were all daily occurrences for Trae. He didn't particularly care for his health and never seemed to worry. He ate what he wanted when he wanted without any attention directed to his nutrition. Exercise was unheard of for Trae. There was an occasional, "I'm fat" moment where a couple of push ups were necessary but never any longevity to his physical activity.Trae realized on his own his lifestyle needed to be changed. "Beating up" his uncles, losing his extra weight, get a few girls...before those things seemed like a distant fantasy. Now, he knew it was necessary for a big change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the sides Trae waited for the ok to get started. It was his second match of the day and he felt confident wrestling the high school "broomfield". They shook hand and began to grapple. Trae's opponent took him down right from the start and they started to struggle. Trae hit an escape out of bounds and was able to stand facing his challenger. The last thing Trae remembered was shooting for the adversary's legs. They both shot at the same time, leaving Trae knocked out cold and unconscious on the mat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once awake, Trae made it to the sidelines, ready to vomit from the mild trauma. Expectantly, his trainer advised him to rush to an ambulance for an evaluation. He was wheeled out by EMTs and given immediate medical attention. The ambulance ride was treacherous after receiving an IV only to have his blood splurged all over his arm. X-rays and MRIs are standard procedures after an incident like this, and Trae remained cooperative for these processes in the hospital. The morphine kicked in and Trae felt his mild concussion quickly dissipate. Luckily, Trae was ok and able to make a full recover with a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling was the sport that changed Trae's life. After trying out and making the team, he began practicing for three hours a day, six days a week. From the start, he wanted to quit. The high school seniors consistently gave Trae a hard time in the locker room-threatening him to "stop losing". The hours were growling but once he started to notice positive changes in his demeanor and his physical appearance, he knew things could only get better for him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped 40 pounds his freshman year of wrestling. He began to eat smart, skipping out on sodas or fast food with his friends. The task of eating right can be difficult for anyone, let alone and adolescent young man.After being active during wrestling season, he decided he wanted to do more. He got involved in cross country, choir, glee club, writing club, and peer counseling for incoming freshmen. Trae was also able to incorporate himself into more religious activities as well, forming lasting friendships in the church choir. Workouts and exercise became a regular part of his day. His self esteem flourished, his attitude thrived, and his happiness swelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, Trae's life has made an impeccable transformation. He has no time for video games anymore. He loves to sing, exercise, date cute girls, and next year plans to be the varsity wrestling captain. He's happy now and he's inspired those around him to care about their health too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472396649351679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_HbwjKlDGI/AAAAAAAAB4o/xfJV4vw5zYs/s320/Trae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_HbwbFjnSI/AAAAAAAAB4g/2k87SQIkYcI/s1600/Trae+now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472396647183129890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_HbwbFjnSI/AAAAAAAAB4g/2k87SQIkYcI/s320/Trae+now.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6493459063760341707?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6493459063760341707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6493459063760341707&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6493459063760341707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6493459063760341707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/05/trae_17.html' title='Trae'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S_HbwjKlDGI/AAAAAAAAB4o/xfJV4vw5zYs/s72-c/Trae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3314899015637258006</id><published>2010-04-18T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:35:03.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard</title><content type='html'>So, we had such a fantastic spring break and I got all the pictures downloaded onto our PC and we found out it had 3 viruses.  It's sorta out of commission at the moment.  Anyway, we got to go to Southern California for Joe's friend's wedding.  The girls and I went down early so we could go to Disneyland with Krista and hang with Joe's sister.  Then the wedding was beautiful.  I knew it was going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt; but holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moly&lt;/span&gt;!  Cherry and Mike went all out.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt;, I learned this during my pedicure, that is how the Asians do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 8 long months of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;clearing&lt;/span&gt; out garbage from the backyard, we are almost ready to start getting it pretty!  I'm so excited because...well....those of you who know me, knew how much I loved my yard in Layton.  I miss it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much!  Anyway, we've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;clearing&lt;/span&gt; out leaves and branches that haven't been taken care of for 20 years.  Joseph even found an old roof or something buried in the back.  All we have is one more shed to rip down, and then we can start redoing concrete and planting plants.  Most importantly, we're getting the pool and the pool equipment updated starting this week.  I am so stoked!  It almost makes up for the fact that we don't have our boat anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry dear friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt;...no pictures of my kiddos. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3314899015637258006?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3314899015637258006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3314899015637258006&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3314899015637258006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3314899015637258006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/04/backyard.html' title='Backyard'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6300190311404081306</id><published>2010-03-25T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T09:27:36.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non Fiction Fairy Tale</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a maiden who had three beautiful daughters. The maiden had a good life with many friends, an exciting job, and a fun family. The maiden lived in a modest house with her three daughters but was married to an evil wizard named Merlin. One day, the evil wizard named Merlin said, "We are moving to a place where there are no jobs. The houses will be old and falling apart, but you will like it!" Then he laughed real wicked like, like this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Muuuuuu&lt;/span&gt; ah ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maiden followed the wizard, knowing this was her husband and she was supposed to support him in order to create peace. They went to the desolate land called California and she cried often, missing her friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, the wizard's friends would visit from the south and that was fun. One time, the maiden had a friend visit from the east and that was good times as well. However; often, the maiden felt sad and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one fine day, a princess called. The princess told the maiden that she would come to the desolate land for a quick visit. This great news of joy caused the maiden to dance a happy jig and high five Merlin, for he would be out of town this weekend. It would be a true girl appreciation weekend with the maiden, the princess, and the three daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess ventured far and wide, in search for this land they call California. Finally, the princess and the maiden were together again, for they had worked very hard together in the homeland providing education for young children and they played often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again, the princess and the maiden decided to Have a Coke. The sweet sugary substance instantly made everything better....along with the much anticipated sunshine and warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI29zWOCI/AAAAAAAAB24/ttY1L1pioJM/s1600/DSC04161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452602251746359330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI29zWOCI/AAAAAAAAB24/ttY1L1pioJM/s320/DSC04161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They purchased matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt; and took an adventure to the beautiful bridge. The laughed merrily as they looked like insane tourists but the maiden felt giddy and couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI2Q9R8oI/AAAAAAAAB2w/VJm5eJqgGYY/s1600/DSC04117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452602239708426882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI2Q9R8oI/AAAAAAAAB2w/VJm5eJqgGYY/s320/DSC04117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They watched movies with the three young daughters. Many, many movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI15xwOfI/AAAAAAAAB2o/tFH1DHQNz3g/s1600/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452602233486064114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI15xwOfI/AAAAAAAAB2o/tFH1DHQNz3g/s320/DSC04086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They experienced the great outdoors and rolling grassy fields of this new land. There were many smiles from this happy bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI1X6qXLI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Mw2FKfoMe10/s1600/DSC04122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452602224396623026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI1X6qXLI/AAAAAAAAB2g/Mw2FKfoMe10/s320/DSC04122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They enjoyed the whole weekend together, seeing the sites and relishing in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI0mpwUNI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/3-bU9q4PsR4/s1600/DSC04186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452602211172372690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI0mpwUNI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/3-bU9q4PsR4/s320/DSC04186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maiden decided to let all of her friends from her homeland know that they could visit anytime. She decided maybe the wizard named Merlin is not as wicked as she once thought and would try harder to make the most out of living in her new land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6300190311404081306?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6300190311404081306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6300190311404081306&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6300190311404081306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6300190311404081306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/non-fiction-fairy-tale.html' title='Non Fiction Fairy Tale'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S6uI29zWOCI/AAAAAAAAB24/ttY1L1pioJM/s72-c/DSC04161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8764510614912887263</id><published>2010-03-23T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:44:54.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanatics</title><content type='html'>You know those guys at the gym?  Those ones that groan, grunt, and make a face every time they lift a weight?  If it is that hard for them to lift, then why go so heavy?  Do they not know that they're in public?  People are watching and laughing.  I lift heavy weights but it doesn't sound like a cow sent for slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, one girl....you know who you are....dancing around after every set you lift.  We didn't come to the gym to watch you belly dance from machine to machine.  Find a private spot to shake your groove thing because it's almost offensive what you're doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, girls and guys, why do you constantly look in the mirror?  I get wanting to make sure your form is correct or that you need to go low enough for your squats, but checking yourself out before, during, and after everything you do?  Even when talking to another person? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I'm not alone on my rants....I need a friend....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fanatics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8764510614912887263?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8764510614912887263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8764510614912887263&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8764510614912887263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8764510614912887263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/fanatics.html' title='Fanatics'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-713696679869223009</id><published>2010-03-20T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T22:57:14.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennis anyone?</title><content type='html'>We live down the street from a park.  A magnificent park.  The playground-swings included- is covered with beautiful trees and loads of grass.  There are numerous slides, old "dinosaur bones" to climb, and bars to do gymnastics.  It even has a cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; park just for Nico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny afternoon, just the other day, Sicily and I went to the park to play before I picked up the girls from school.  (This is one of the perks of being a stay at home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;.)  As I was pushing my little munchkin on the swings, I noticed....tennis courts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a tennis player.  I've only played once in my life.  Nine years ago in fact, on our honeymoon in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kauai&lt;/span&gt;, Hawaii.  Joseph and I were staying at a time share with courts so we decided to play.  Nine years ago, Joe was just content to just let me hit the balls.  It didn't matter what direction or how hard I hit.  Nine years ago he hugged me and told me I did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing these awesome tennis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;courts&lt;/span&gt; at the park, I told Joe, "We need to buy some rackets and use these courts!  You brought me here to 'sunny California', now we need to reap the benefits of living here."  So, we bought rackets.  His and her rackets :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we played tennis for the second time together.  I was schooling Joe, or I thought.  I was hitting the ball, running back and forth, serving up a mad storm.  Wow!  Little did I know that Joseph is a professional tennis player and could point out every little flaw or mistake I made.   I had no idea that he "took a class in college" and had obtained such insane skill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Joseph.  I love you!  You make me laugh and help me strive to be the best...even at tennis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-713696679869223009?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/713696679869223009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=713696679869223009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/713696679869223009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/713696679869223009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/tennis-anyone.html' title='Tennis anyone?'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5981132173513874727</id><published>2010-03-02T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T10:51:39.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Dreary!</title><content type='html'>I'm consumed in sadness.  It isn't because it's rained for three straight months, or the fact that I miss my Body Combat class so bad it makes me want to scream!  I'm consumed in sadness because I'm 33 years old, I've had three children, and I'll never be able to eat like I used to ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, I had a Twix and a Mountain Dew everyday for lunch and I was still 15 pounds lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had Cassidee, I was 20 pounds lighter and never even exercised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I exercise like crazy, can't remember when the last time I even thought of milk chocolate and caramel melting in mouth, and stay away from the sweet nectar of life I like to call "Mountain Dew" and I still want to lose 10 pounds.  WHAT IS THAT??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-5981132173513874727?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5981132173513874727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5981132173513874727&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5981132173513874727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5981132173513874727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-dreary.html' title='So Dreary!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4451865037361599981</id><published>2010-02-19T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:37:26.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my friend came to visit us. We had so much fun. On Friday, we took Sicily into the city and went to China Town, Union Square, and Fisherman's Wharf. We saw Spencer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikelle&lt;/span&gt; Brown there....so weird! We spent all day in S.F. and had a blast. On Saturday we just went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; in my little town because we were having a get together with some other friends on Saturday night. She's a very picky shopper! On Sunday we ditched church and went to San Jose to the Winchester Mystery House. Now there's a story you should google. Mrs. Winchester was NUTS! On Monday we went back to the city to see the Golden Gate Bridge and then went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Salsilito&lt;/span&gt; to see the beach. It was so fun. I was so sad to see her go home! This is Jenn with the girls at the mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YY_h6OQI/AAAAAAAAB1o/e17Xtls42Lw/s1600-h/DSC03887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023323792259330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YY_h6OQI/AAAAAAAAB1o/e17Xtls42Lw/s320/DSC03887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy at the beach. She got soaked worse than this!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YXSBAF9I/AAAAAAAAB1g/-0EaUIl58F8/s1600-h/DSC03973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023294394767314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YXSBAF9I/AAAAAAAAB1g/-0EaUIl58F8/s320/DSC03973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my favorite picture of all weekend. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; looks so free and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YWr_rmLI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JIWlNJqLggA/s1600-h/DSC03970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023284188682418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YWr_rmLI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/JIWlNJqLggA/s320/DSC03970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Sicily. She is such a treasure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YWEOaHYI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/8vaww6dKK9k/s1600-h/DSC03911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023273513033090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YWEOaHYI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/8vaww6dKK9k/s320/DSC03911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikelle&lt;/span&gt;. When they hook up, it's like we never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YVQdrwmI/AAAAAAAAB1I/aitZxMrrbKM/s1600-h/DSC03833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440023259618460258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YVQdrwmI/AAAAAAAAB1I/aitZxMrrbKM/s320/DSC03833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4451865037361599981?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4451865037361599981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4451865037361599981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4451865037361599981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4451865037361599981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S37YY_h6OQI/AAAAAAAAB1o/e17Xtls42Lw/s72-c/DSC03887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2157025288675750814</id><published>2010-02-01T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:10:42.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe's new thing</title><content type='html'>Joe has always talked about getting a pool table.  I was so objected to the idea because it's stupid but he got one anyway.  Luckily, this can be switched into a formal dining room table for when we have visitors or something.  I just think this picture is funny, because Kennedy is learning how to play and Cassidee is reading a book.  Kennedy is so much like Joe and Cass is so much like me.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S2cKZNEYxCI/AAAAAAAABys/FiUE40fm2hM/s1600-h/DSC03813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433322903566861346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S2cKZNEYxCI/AAAAAAAABys/FiUE40fm2hM/s320/DSC03813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joseph is pretty excited so I guess that's what is important.  He works hard for us and we appreciate all he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S2cKY4m1pII/AAAAAAAAByk/6GFbDXAkejQ/s1600-h/DSC03811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433322898074215554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S2cKY4m1pII/AAAAAAAAByk/6GFbDXAkejQ/s320/DSC03811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-2157025288675750814?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2157025288675750814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2157025288675750814&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2157025288675750814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2157025288675750814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/02/joes-new-thing.html' title='Joe&apos;s new thing'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S2cKZNEYxCI/AAAAAAAABys/FiUE40fm2hM/s72-c/DSC03813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6923614409232230958</id><published>2010-01-08T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T10:53:23.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooooooops</title><content type='html'>I stand corrected.  It has been brought to my attention by a few family members that Greg and Krista did not introduce me to Big Lots.  In fact, for years (seriously years) my mom has been telling me that Big Lots is a great place to find stuff (years!)  Snobby me didn't realize the kind of stuff my mom was talking about.  I'm sorry mom and I will be sure to listen to you from now on because apparently....mothers know best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's any consolation, I am now dealing with three....THREE very stubborn versions of Rachel Lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6923614409232230958?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6923614409232230958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6923614409232230958&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6923614409232230958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6923614409232230958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/ooooooops.html' title='Ooooooops'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-9053229541682603746</id><published>2010-01-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T11:24:45.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted about the house in a while.  Really, we've done a lot.  We are busy every weekend doing stuff.  From pruning trees to taking out shelves to getting soft water, this house is keeping us going.  Because we finally got the floors redone, Joseph was able to put in new baseboards.  Before they were ugly cheap wood ones so he put in pretty white ones (that I painted of course :) )  We were also finally able to move our couch down into this room after the floors were done.  Before, Joseph and I had to share a love sac and that didn't work for me very well. Boys stink. He he.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfIII82pI/AAAAAAAABu4/0iLWKSbP8dk/s1600-h/DSC03791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423705181977893522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfIII82pI/AAAAAAAABu4/0iLWKSbP8dk/s320/DSC03791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over New Years Greg and his family and Mike and his family (love you guys!!!!) came up to build some more shelves in the garage.  I love it!  Joseph also got me a label maker for Christmas so I was able to label everything!  It's a dream come true!!!  He also got the wake/snow boards off the floor which makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfHlTlo0I/AAAAAAAABuw/tM51BUw3NKg/s1600-h/DSC03784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423705172627268418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfHlTlo0I/AAAAAAAABuw/tM51BUw3NKg/s320/DSC03784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I got this cool table at World Market.  I just walked right in and knew it was meant for me.  When Joseph asked me how much my response was, "But it is so perfect for our house!" because, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ummmm&lt;/span&gt;, it was a little much for a table.  However, notice the new vent covers and those snazzy baseboards.  OW.  It's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfHD6OZ3I/AAAAAAAABuo/M_Ph6hBc53A/s1600-h/DSC03789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423705163662518130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfHD6OZ3I/AAAAAAAABuo/M_Ph6hBc53A/s320/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the new couches.  Greg and Krista introduced us to Big Lots.  AMAZING!  We were looking at couches for thousands of dollars (seriously, three kids, a dog, and a cat) and found these for less than 800.  Believe it or not it took six of us over an hour to figure out how to arrange everything.  I wanted to focal point to be the piano and it's right across from the couches.  I love it! Aren't the floors so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfGsz4v9I/AAAAAAAABug/rAngz10j0Ic/s1600-h/DSC03786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423705157461917650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfGsz4v9I/AAAAAAAABug/rAngz10j0Ic/s320/DSC03786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a before picture to show you the ugly floors and old school shutters. GHETTO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Greg, Mike, Krista, Cherry, and Jeff for helping us get this place in order.  What a great Christmas/New Years present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfGL88SNI/AAAAAAAABuY/2AqQHXmBaLk/s1600-h/DSC02722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423705148641528018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfGL88SNI/AAAAAAAABuY/2AqQHXmBaLk/s320/DSC02722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/7741675019064731494-9053229541682603746?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/9053229541682603746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=9053229541682603746&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9053229541682603746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9053229541682603746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0TfIII82pI/AAAAAAAABu4/0iLWKSbP8dk/s72-c/DSC03791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8415026761039501543</id><published>2010-01-03T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:31:24.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...Come and Gone</title><content type='html'>For Christmas, we went to Utah.  It was great to see the family.  It was awesome that my old floors from the 60s got sanded and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stained&lt;/span&gt; while we were gone because they look incredible now.  Even neater....we finally got couches for our living room last weekend.  I can't wait to take some pictures.  But for now, back to Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We visited Grams.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRnhyMmaI/AAAAAAAABtw/YdyrDusHDcM/s1600-h/DSC03584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705165856446882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRnhyMmaI/AAAAAAAABtw/YdyrDusHDcM/s320/DSC03584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Temple Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRnX97kqI/AAAAAAAABto/7PcZQKo5nYc/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705163221308066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRnX97kqI/AAAAAAAABto/7PcZQKo5nYc/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had fun with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRnONpExI/AAAAAAAABtg/BPeRx2RFtTs/s1600-h/grams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705160602850066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRnONpExI/AAAAAAAABtg/BPeRx2RFtTs/s320/grams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a gingerbread train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRmh9BQfI/AAAAAAAABtY/yPd4FRh9vMs/s1600-h/DSC03567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705148721971698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRmh9BQfI/AAAAAAAABtY/yPd4FRh9vMs/s320/DSC03567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went sledding...(snicker-look at Kennedy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRmP1OhkI/AAAAAAAABtQ/nWVmBWi6XkM/s1600-h/DSC03533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422705143857448514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRmP1OhkI/AAAAAAAABtQ/nWVmBWi6XkM/s320/DSC03533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun to have Christmas. Even more fun that it's over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8415026761039501543?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8415026761039501543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8415026761039501543&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8415026761039501543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8415026761039501543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmascome-and-gone.html' title='Christmas...Come and Gone'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/S0FRnhyMmaI/AAAAAAAABtw/YdyrDusHDcM/s72-c/DSC03584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4377366036251954169</id><published>2009-12-14T09:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:27:27.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>We made cookies for our neighbors.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0m0c_rxI/AAAAAAAABsM/MuqGu5J2RDQ/s1600-h/DSC03465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143812223708946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0m0c_rxI/AAAAAAAABsM/MuqGu5J2RDQ/s320/DSC03465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe supervised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0mSkf2XI/AAAAAAAABsE/A3SRwBbmEW8/s1600-h/DSC03474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143803128371570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0mSkf2XI/AAAAAAAABsE/A3SRwBbmEW8/s320/DSC03474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Busy little elves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0l7GsimI/AAAAAAAABr8/GgcW7JbT47k/s1600-h/DSC03459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143796829358690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0l7GsimI/AAAAAAAABr8/GgcW7JbT47k/s320/DSC03459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teamwork :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0lsok_TI/AAAAAAAABr0/dety1zqFLqg/s1600-h/DSC03453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143792944938290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0lsok_TI/AAAAAAAABr0/dety1zqFLqg/s320/DSC03453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished product.  It was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0lEMlJFI/AAAAAAAABrs/2qBTEjfIHUw/s1600-h/DSC03487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143782090089554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0lEMlJFI/AAAAAAAABrs/2qBTEjfIHUw/s320/DSC03487.JPG" 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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4377366036251954169?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4377366036251954169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4377366036251954169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4377366036251954169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4377366036251954169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/12/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SyZ0m0c_rxI/AAAAAAAABsM/MuqGu5J2RDQ/s72-c/DSC03465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5381889576352917323</id><published>2009-11-30T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:37:15.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicily' Preschool Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are some pictures from Sicily's school.  I love that girl.  It's co-op Christian school.  It's fun to be involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScsZtsWgI/AAAAAAAABqg/-FYt5tVVlqc/s1600/2009_11_12_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121339009522178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScsZtsWgI/AAAAAAAABqg/-FYt5tVVlqc/s320/2009_11_12_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScsDqwE-I/AAAAAAAABqY/_ucnD7k11R0/s1600/2009_11_12_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121333091603426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScsDqwE-I/AAAAAAAABqY/_ucnD7k11R0/s320/2009_11_12_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScr4JVj1I/AAAAAAAABqQ/SIMrY7ay4W0/s1600/2009_11_12_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121329998663506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScr4JVj1I/AAAAAAAABqQ/SIMrY7ay4W0/s320/2009_11_12_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScrR3VotI/AAAAAAAABqI/UqQ7EB02KVc/s1600/2009_11_12_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121319722623698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScrR3VotI/AAAAAAAABqI/UqQ7EB02KVc/s320/2009_11_12_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This one is my fave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScrHZVswI/AAAAAAAABqA/cbVoAq_vlB0/s1600/2009_11_12_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121316912444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScrHZVswI/AAAAAAAABqA/cbVoAq_vlB0/s320/2009_11_12_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/7741675019064731494-5381889576352917323?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5381889576352917323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5381889576352917323&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5381889576352917323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5381889576352917323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/11/sicily-preschool-days.html' title='Sicily&apos; Preschool Days!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SxScsZtsWgI/AAAAAAAABqg/-FYt5tVVlqc/s72-c/2009_11_12_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4613243448019971286</id><published>2009-11-24T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:48:23.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An addition to the family</title><content type='html'>Meet Nico!  He's the most darling puppy ever.  We love him!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Swy27C5rcDI/AAAAAAAABpw/pDY0n8V4DN8/s1600/DSC03303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407898378072453170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Swy27C5rcDI/AAAAAAAABpw/pDY0n8V4DN8/s320/DSC03303.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/7741675019064731494-4613243448019971286?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4613243448019971286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4613243448019971286&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4613243448019971286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4613243448019971286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/11/addition-to-family.html' title='An addition to the family'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Swy27C5rcDI/AAAAAAAABpw/pDY0n8V4DN8/s72-c/DSC03303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-449399263158915605</id><published>2009-11-13T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:08:32.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oakland Zoo</title><content type='html'>The girls had school off for Veteran's Day.  My friend and I decided to take the kids to the Oakland Zoo.  I used to not like to support zoos but Kennedy and Sicily are so into animals.  My grandma once said, "A zoo is the only place your children will be able to see these kinds of animals."  She was right.  Plus, this zoo was a lot more spacious .  It helped. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HhuGo-5I/AAAAAAAABo0/ghmW5N5c-M4/s1600-h/DSC03257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403694510039956370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HhuGo-5I/AAAAAAAABo0/ghmW5N5c-M4/s320/DSC03257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I feel so bad for Cass.  She is always the oldest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HhMf0qAI/AAAAAAAABos/0lIVJMM5eik/s1600-h/DSC03246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403694501018773506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HhMf0qAI/AAAAAAAABos/0lIVJMM5eik/s320/DSC03246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HgpO8Q7I/AAAAAAAABok/nuT_HrGyB-c/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403694491552727986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HgpO8Q7I/AAAAAAAABok/nuT_HrGyB-c/s320/DSC03235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HgIhde0I/AAAAAAAABoc/1LP_4IPKvN8/s1600-h/DSC03213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403694482772032322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HgIhde0I/AAAAAAAABoc/1LP_4IPKvN8/s320/DSC03213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really great day.  BTW, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; started a blog.  It's pretty cute.  There is a link off mine.  It's called "All in the Eyes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-449399263158915605?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/449399263158915605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=449399263158915605&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/449399263158915605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/449399263158915605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/11/oakland-zoo.html' title='Oakland Zoo'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sv3HhuGo-5I/AAAAAAAABo0/ghmW5N5c-M4/s72-c/DSC03257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6977788182636168517</id><published>2009-11-12T21:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:08:24.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bugged but blessed</title><content type='html'>I'm bugged.  Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Lady Gaga....go away with your ridiculous outfits.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fake people who change who they are for others....especially when they're not teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;3. The "Twilight" saga.  I enjoyed reading them too but it's just a book series. It's only a movie. &lt;br /&gt;4. Put downs. They're rude.&lt;br /&gt;5. Having a preteen is wearing on me fast.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm so sick of getting honked at.  I don't drive 90 in a school zone.  Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed.  Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sicily makes me laugh everyday.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My girls are in three different but good schools.&lt;br /&gt;3. I have found fun markets to shop for the best prices, and I actually like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;4. We're getting a puppy!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Joe comes home to me every night.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have friends and neighbors who help me here.&lt;br /&gt;7. We have a great view of the hills.&lt;br /&gt;8.  I have the ability to run.  It hurts but I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;9.  We went to the zoo yesterday and I'm excited to post pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6977788182636168517?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6977788182636168517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6977788182636168517&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6977788182636168517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6977788182636168517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/11/bugged-but-blessed.html' title='Bugged but blessed'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7362689595781793924</id><published>2009-11-04T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:47:42.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>It bugs me when the pictures are backwards.  I always think I remember how to do it but I don't....this is all the girls' candy after trick or treating.  They got so much; it was ridiculous.  Luckily, somebody from school did a drive for candy for the troops.  We got rid of a ton.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlZEKIgqI/AAAAAAAABnU/KIrP75W-jxc/s1600-h/DSC03199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349646969668258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlZEKIgqI/AAAAAAAABnU/KIrP75W-jxc/s320/DSC03199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those shutters in the background are my new excitement.  We did the front windows of the house and it looks amazing.  The girls are cute too :)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; used a costume from last year's 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade play, Kennedy used Krista's (thanks!) veil and flowers to be a bride, and Sicily was Tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlYruWd_I/AAAAAAAABnM/xff0Y3Ha4nY/s1600-h/DSC03176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349640410691570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlYruWd_I/AAAAAAAABnM/xff0Y3Ha4nY/s320/DSC03176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sicily went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; school in costume #1.  She was a "princess".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlYZqvbiI/AAAAAAAABnE/rweQWWnHnWQ/s1600-h/DSC03073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349635563712034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlYZqvbiI/AAAAAAAABnE/rweQWWnHnWQ/s320/DSC03073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; LA teacher did a "Celebration of Writing" so parents got to come in a listen.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; loves this teacher.  She isn't afraid to talk about things that matter and she grasps the attention of her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlXw17-_I/AAAAAAAABm8/e6uF96Q2XZE/s1600-h/DSC03071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349624604818418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlXw17-_I/AAAAAAAABm8/e6uF96Q2XZE/s320/DSC03071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy got to be in her first Halloween parade.  At the school where I taught, we didn't really celebrate Halloween so she was excited to wear her costume to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlXgBCyTI/AAAAAAAABm0/pZzO7UZzDOE/s1600-h/DSC03066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400349620087998770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlXgBCyTI/AAAAAAAABm0/pZzO7UZzDOE/s320/DSC03066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a good weekend.  We played games with the neighbors, went swimming, bike rides, I got to run a lot, and new shutters.  I'm so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7362689595781793924?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7362689595781793924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7362689595781793924&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7362689595781793924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7362689595781793924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvHlZEKIgqI/AAAAAAAABnU/KIrP75W-jxc/s72-c/DSC03199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8188233711714058732</id><published>2009-10-21T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:11:45.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kitchen</title><content type='html'>This pictures are the kitchen before the Banks.  We took off the kitchen cabinets (on move in day), sanded, primed, and painted.  Then we put them back on, added some curtains, got new granite, new sink, and knobs.  SO CUTE!!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wgZ0Cp4I/AAAAAAAABl8/KGZpX-y_7Sg/s1600-h/DSC02716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224949344610178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wgZ0Cp4I/AAAAAAAABl8/KGZpX-y_7Sg/s320/DSC02716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ug&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wfy1g75I/AAAAAAAABl0/ORMLXQVhnrs/s1600-h/DSC02717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224938881806226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wfy1g75I/AAAAAAAABl0/ORMLXQVhnrs/s320/DSC02717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes!  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; love my kitchen now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wfayYh8I/AAAAAAAABls/TJMc5b_UXOc/s1600-h/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224932426221506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wfayYh8I/AAAAAAAABls/TJMc5b_UXOc/s320/DSC03044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story about the knobs.  Two of my neighbors just came over one afternoon and started installing them.  They knew I was getting impatient waiting for Joe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wfAdn0oI/AAAAAAAABlk/RfSwK21tqTc/s1600-h/DSC03048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224925359821442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wfAdn0oI/AAAAAAAABlk/RfSwK21tqTc/s320/DSC03048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stove and vent were so expensive.  I feel pretty bad but.....I'm pretty happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-weo_NkcI/AAAAAAAABlc/2PbVn8Z2gPw/s1600-h/DSC03041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224919058256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-weo_NkcI/AAAAAAAABlc/2PbVn8Z2gPw/s320/DSC03041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/7741675019064731494-8188233711714058732?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8188233711714058732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8188233711714058732&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8188233711714058732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8188233711714058732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-kitchen.html' title='My Kitchen'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/St-wgZ0Cp4I/AAAAAAAABl8/KGZpX-y_7Sg/s72-c/DSC02716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8231459397172760231</id><published>2009-10-14T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:35:48.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAB-u-lous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let's get started. I really thought moving here would be the end of my life. I really did. I'd listen to people write that it'd all be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but I didn't believe them. Guess what? I'm all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we took the girls down to LA to visit Joseph's friends. We didn't get to see his sister but maybe next time. Anyway, Krista took us shopping all day Saturday and the girls had a blast. They were even more excited when they were approached by an agent who wanted their business. They thought that was pretty cool. So, Saturday night, Cherry (Mike's fiancee)came and sat with all five kids while we went to Haunted Universal Studios. They made gingerbread houses and had a great time!!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs9l52RzI/AAAAAAAABk8/-TvvvN5zAtA/s1600-h/8330_159326702652_586417652_3223851_6100029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392547040481134386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs9l52RzI/AAAAAAAABk8/-TvvvN5zAtA/s320/8330_159326702652_586417652_3223851_6100029_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs9IDjcvI/AAAAAAAABk0/iq6JPacbVls/s1600-h/8330_159326682652_586417652_3223848_6381533_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392547032468779762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs9IDjcvI/AAAAAAAABk0/iq6JPacbVls/s320/8330_159326682652_586417652_3223848_6381533_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs8n-g-UI/AAAAAAAABks/RWYvRYieysw/s1600-h/8330_159326677652_586417652_3223847_7257859_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392547023857711426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs8n-g-UI/AAAAAAAABks/RWYvRYieysw/s320/8330_159326677652_586417652_3223847_7257859_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My eyes look really sketchy here. Maybe I was part of the program. Anyway from left to right: Greg, Krista, me, Joe, Mike, Robert, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chrystall&lt;/span&gt;, and Mike at the bottom. We didn't leave until 2 am. I'm too old for that. Truly good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs8IeozWI/AAAAAAAABkk/MEaMmGYL5CQ/s1600-h/8330_159326657652_586417652_3223845_3896564_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392547015402507618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs8IeozWI/AAAAAAAABkk/MEaMmGYL5CQ/s320/8330_159326657652_586417652_3223845_3896564_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a beach cruiser and a really cool seat for Sicily. I got it from Amazon.com and it came from Utah. Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs7rg5x-I/AAAAAAAABkc/1ONBhtiXKFg/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392547007627380706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs7rg5x-I/AAAAAAAABkc/1ONBhtiXKFg/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I have to write about the craziest day....Tuesday October 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It started raining at 5am. Not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pitter&lt;/span&gt; patter....full force rain. A down pour. Coming in torrents. About 1:00 it was time to take Sicily to school and there were trees knocked down, flooded streets, power outages. It seriously was the craziest. It didn't stop raining until 6:00 pm. I've never seen rain come so quickly and so much. I sat in the office just waiting for the pool to overflow because all of the drains in the yard were moving so slowly It was about a centimeter from coming over the top. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after 6, I made dinner and we were upstairs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; room reading. EARTHQUAKE! My first one. What the????? It just like rippled through her room and we could hear it. So weird! We watched the news (major flooding and damage by the rain) and the epicenter was about a mile away from our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know Joe loves us because he came running into the room during the rumble. He did! He ran into the room. I teased him later and said, "You love us!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8231459397172760231?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8231459397172760231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8231459397172760231&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8231459397172760231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8231459397172760231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/fab-u-lous.html' title='FAB-u-lous'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/StYs9l52RzI/AAAAAAAABk8/-TvvvN5zAtA/s72-c/8330_159326702652_586417652_3223851_6100029_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6384498417350877181</id><published>2009-10-04T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T13:33:53.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My office &amp; neighbors</title><content type='html'>Back home, I loved my "office".  I could stay in there for hours correcting papers or "working" on the computer.  I was afraid when we moved here, we wouldn't have room for our office stuff but this house does!  I love it.  This old school fireplace used to be gold but I sprayed it black.  I was going to paint the brick but Joseph wanted to keep some of the older attributes of the house.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskD0Wddm3I/AAAAAAAABj0/wPMxI_wwNt4/s1600-h/DSC02940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842627042745202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskD0Wddm3I/AAAAAAAABj0/wPMxI_wwNt4/s320/DSC02940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These French doors are the coolest.  The hinges used to be retro brass but I switched them out for nickle and now I love it.  The two sides that are covered with the curtains have screened windows in them and it looks out to the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskDzzuXp3I/AAAAAAAABjs/OqKHubfAnJE/s1600-h/DSC02938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842617718417266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskDzzuXp3I/AAAAAAAABjs/OqKHubfAnJE/s320/DSC02938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!  books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskDzALuawI/AAAAAAAABjk/NH-IWondPC0/s1600-h/DSC02935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842603882900226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskDzALuawI/AAAAAAAABjk/NH-IWondPC0/s320/DSC02935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskDyvtaApI/AAAAAAAABjc/yrTqjXzzPkc/s1600-h/DSC02939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388842599460766354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskDyvtaApI/AAAAAAAABjc/yrTqjXzzPkc/s320/DSC02939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also have to blog about some of my new friends.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff and Catrina are awesome.  Sometimes, Jeff will talk to me on his megaphone down the street.  He has also helped Kennedy with her bike.  They have a daughter in Kennedy's grade and a boy in kindergarten. Catrina invited us to walk with their group to Kennedy's school.  We love it!  Last Friday, we were running late, and the group waited for us.  Tender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh and Katrina are also awesome.  They're both cops and have been to Iraq in the army.  They have some pretty intense stories.  They just had a baby boy and he's the chubbiest.  Last night, we played Apples to Apples and I haven't laughed that hard since....well, the last time I played Apples to Apples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thersa&lt;/span&gt; at the gym.  She's a trainer there.  The cool thing about her is that she used to be handicapped.  She was in a wheelchair for a long time.  Then, through a lot of physical therapy, she got her abilities back and has placed many times in those fitness shows (whatever they're called).  Truly inspiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are good people everywhere and I'm thankful I get to surround myself with remarkable individuals.&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/7741675019064731494-6384498417350877181?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6384498417350877181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6384498417350877181&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6384498417350877181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6384498417350877181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-office-neighbors.html' title='My office &amp; neighbors'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SskD0Wddm3I/AAAAAAAABj0/wPMxI_wwNt4/s72-c/DSC02940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-1340012473129980054</id><published>2009-09-15T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:53:53.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read at your own Risk</title><content type='html'>When we moved, I gave all my big plants to Kennedy's best friend's mom. She loves plants too. I was really sad, so I purchased this one. Isn't it cool? I went back like 9 times to look at it. I love it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sq_XdlWZxdI/AAAAAAAABik/whfp-IuoYPs/s1600-h/DSC02873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756982973285842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sq_XdlWZxdI/AAAAAAAABik/whfp-IuoYPs/s320/DSC02873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My parents also picked out a new piano and had it delivered it to us. It is very nice and I'm super excited. My dad wants to continue to teach the girls lessons via &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be super cool. They're the best ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sq_Xc_STcxI/AAAAAAAABic/ulnzXIbZoXg/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381756972755546898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sq_Xc_STcxI/AAAAAAAABic/ulnzXIbZoXg/s320/DSC02870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      So, Saturday, Joe and I went to see the Utes in San Jose. It was way fun. I mean, I didn't have my usual company with my usual nachos and the usual fight song, but still fun. Joe's friends are really funny and they had a good time. Luckily, some are from Utah and know the ropes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I also found an incredible babysitter. One of the ladies when we were closing mentioned she had a 16-year-old niece and I was all over it! She was amazing. I'm really happy we had her and I want her to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      There is a law here that new drivers can't drive past 11:00 so I had to take her home. When I got home, it was about 12:15. I didn't lock the doors because she just lives down the street a ways. When I came back I saw a man in our driveway. I thought "What is Joe walking around for?" but then I realized it wasn't Joe. I freaked out and kept driving until I realized my doors were unlocked and he could murder my family. I stopped, grabbed my cell, and asked him if he needed help. That is when I realized he was elderly, barefoot, and couldn't speak English very well. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      I called 911 and they sent two cops over (because that is what I need. My new neighbors wondering where the neighborhood has gone). But they were very polite and kind with this gentleman. I got him a blanket because it was chilly and he just kept saying the same numbers over and over again. Sorta "Lost" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; :o) He then told me in broken English that he was sleeping and he didn't know why he was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      The cops started driving to these numbers on different streets while I sat outside with him. Finally they found a house with the numbers but the car was registered under a very not Asian name. They asked the dispatch to try another name in the household and the wife sounded Asian. Anyway, a few moments later a son came and got his dad. It was so tender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Last night the daughter came over with a thank you/gift card. Turns out, the son and dad were visiting from Thailand and he has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Parkinson's&lt;/span&gt;. I was grateful to be in the right place at the right time and that I had left a light on inside. I think that's why he was in our driveway opposed to others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     This girl has 2 and 1/2 year old twin girls and Sicily needs a friend. I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also have ordered new windows to replace the old 60s pieces of crap and new granite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;counter&lt;/span&gt; tops. The city is sending out a 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; person to look at our overgrown trees to get them taken care of. It is giving me something to look forward to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Kennedy learned how to ride a bike! FINALLY! She just took off. I barely had to hold on to her. I guess they just need to decide when they want to...We had cookies last night to celebrate this amazing new talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;       I applied for some part time jobs as a preschool teacher or a tutor but have yet to hear back from anyone. Surprise surprise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      Whew! What a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eye full&lt;/span&gt; of reading. Sorry! Maybe loneliness is kicking in where I feel like I tell nobody anything so it all comes out in the blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-1340012473129980054?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1340012473129980054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=1340012473129980054&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1340012473129980054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1340012473129980054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/read-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Read at your own Risk'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sq_XdlWZxdI/AAAAAAAABik/whfp-IuoYPs/s72-c/DSC02873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7561809178477591661</id><published>2009-09-09T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:09:40.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassidee and Kennedy</title><content type='html'>So, Joseph has been bugging me about before and after pictures of the house.  I'm like, "whatever!  All of the projects are half or not done."  Case in point...the kitchen.  We sanded, painted, and put up the cabinets but the counters need to be replaced.  The office?  Looks great except for the ugly gold hinges and doorknob on the French doors.  The family/tv room...ugly old wet bar needs to be replaced. I hope that motivates him :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, all three of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girls's&lt;/span&gt; rooms are done and beautiful.  I really love how they turned out and wish the pictures did them justice.  The best thing is, both Kennedy's room and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; room cost less than 100 bucks each.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; room is really calm to be in.  Sometimes when she's at school, I sneak in there and sit in her chair for a quiet moment.  Those mirrors are the coolest ever.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh57rz4-rI/AAAAAAAABgs/TIdgx6r315o/s1600-h/DSC02851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379683821173668530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh57rz4-rI/AAAAAAAABgs/TIdgx6r315o/s320/DSC02851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The window guy who came today could not get over her bed spread and paint color.  He loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh57D1t0JI/AAAAAAAABgk/YpfO-iSbx8c/s1600-h/DSC02850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379683810443907218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh57D1t0JI/AAAAAAAABgk/YpfO-iSbx8c/s320/DSC02850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy's inspiration was built off of that lava lamp you see there.  Brooklyn gave that to her for her birthday.  We got the bed spread and everything else came into place.  I already had the baskets and the chairs for her sitting area.  We just needed the lamp (20 bucks!) and some wall hangings.  Darci was here to help and I think it turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh56jZpGFI/AAAAAAAABgc/PqUm7kh9ZG0/s1600-h/DSC02849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379683801736222802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh56jZpGFI/AAAAAAAABgc/PqUm7kh9ZG0/s320/DSC02849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a little busy but, have you met Kennedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh56AM3b9I/AAAAAAAABgU/NKwMXM7Ms4M/s1600-h/DSC02848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379683792287395794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh56AM3b9I/AAAAAAAABgU/NKwMXM7Ms4M/s320/DSC02848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7561809178477591661?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7561809178477591661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7561809178477591661&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7561809178477591661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7561809178477591661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/cassidee-and-kennedy.html' title='Cassidee and Kennedy'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sqh57rz4-rI/AAAAAAAABgs/TIdgx6r315o/s72-c/DSC02851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7476485716276617539</id><published>2009-09-07T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:31:47.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpers</title><content type='html'>Two weekends ago, we were lucky enough to have Joseph's sister Darci and her hubby, Joel, come up to help. Joel took off the cabinets in the kitchen and helped me sand and prime them. Darci taught Joe how to change electrical outputs and helped me with the girls' rooms. Most of all, they were just there for us our first weekend in the new house and I got to see my nephew. I'm clueless as to why I have no pictures of this adventure. Darci...I'm just going to have to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had some wonderful and greatly appreciated help this weekend. Joseph's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; came up from LA to help with some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;demolition&lt;/span&gt; as well as build some things. It was really great having them come up. They're very patient with me, great with my girls, and so kind. They did a little bit of everything. If you read the last post, you know we want some of these trees gone and all of them thinned out. There were a few that are a bit smaller than others so the boys cut these down first. Here is Joe....with a tree branch.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_bNF7CeI/AAAAAAAABfo/-FGiL9tFVnA/s1600-h/DSC02801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775066567444962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_bNF7CeI/AAAAAAAABfo/-FGiL9tFVnA/s320/DSC02801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Mike with a dead tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_ahA-63I/AAAAAAAABfg/_n1RqCf1HVA/s1600-h/DSC02800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775054735567730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_ahA-63I/AAAAAAAABfg/_n1RqCf1HVA/s320/DSC02800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Greg who lifted this tree off the trunk and held it up with one hand...seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_aH6jOvI/AAAAAAAABfY/yBMFfulQpFA/s1600-h/DSC02798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775047997700850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_aH6jOvI/AAAAAAAABfY/yBMFfulQpFA/s320/DSC02798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They also built these wonderful shelves in the garage. We basically had to put our stuff from the shed, the storage room in the basement, the garage stuff, and my craft/teaching stuff all in this one garage....they made it work AND I have room for the Armada. Joe is just out of luck with his car :) If you can believe it, the other side is just as filled up too. I have to tell ya, they were very patient as I demanded that things to go together, stay together. They didn't even complain, just made it work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_ZVbtZFI/AAAAAAAABfQ/CZkA9GdOqIo/s1600-h/DSC02790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775034446570578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_ZVbtZFI/AAAAAAAABfQ/CZkA9GdOqIo/s320/DSC02790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so grateful to have Mike and Greg in our lives. You guys are truly appreciated and loved by our family. Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_Y4rIArI/AAAAAAAABfI/_xHPh_8HSXY/s1600-h/DSC02788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378775026726601394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_Y4rIArI/AAAAAAAABfI/_xHPh_8HSXY/s320/DSC02788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7476485716276617539?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7476485716276617539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7476485716276617539&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7476485716276617539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7476485716276617539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/helpers.html' title='Helpers'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqU_bNF7CeI/AAAAAAAABfo/-FGiL9tFVnA/s72-c/DSC02801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6748942708494133321</id><published>2009-09-04T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:59:57.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicily's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, this isn't Sicily's room but the girls think it's pretty cool to go swimming whenever they want.  We've taken full advantage of this pool.  As you can see, it is pretty shady.  Getting the trees cut back are on our agenda.....What I want to know is, why do I have to get the government's permission if it is on our property?  Weird.  Oh, a great shot of Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2JAM3MzI/AAAAAAAABb8/ZnF5y5tK99o/s1600-h/DSC02742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377779695846110002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2JAM3MzI/AAAAAAAABb8/ZnF5y5tK99o/s320/DSC02742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;These are the old school closet doors we have.  At first, I wanted them gone but after we painted them and sprayed those rings silver and not gold, I thought they were pretty groovy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2Im8BAoI/AAAAAAAABb0/jvW6XMn5H1w/s1600-h/DSC02760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377779689064563330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2Im8BAoI/AAAAAAAABb0/jvW6XMn5H1w/s320/DSC02760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cute little Sis.  There is a lot of pink, but it looks really cute in person.  It only cost me 60 bucks (not including paint and the electrical outputs) to do her room.  We just took the comforter from Kennedy's room and a shelve from her old room and got Sicily a lamp (which BTW, Darci did an excellent job putting together).  I also had to paint Sicily's name from pink and made them brown.  So cute though (Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2IAq2UmI/AAAAAAAABbs/LVWDZdJdUc8/s1600-h/DSC02761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377779678792012386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2IAq2UmI/AAAAAAAABbs/LVWDZdJdUc8/s320/DSC02761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2HUblLKI/AAAAAAAABbk/XVQyr3MN8sU/s1600-h/DSC02758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377779666916813986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2HUblLKI/AAAAAAAABbk/XVQyr3MN8sU/s320/DSC02758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;She is so worth it~ oh, and totally potty trained....FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2GyHQMAI/AAAAAAAABbc/gKf3jI2N34o/s1600-h/DSC02744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377779657704747010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2GyHQMAI/AAAAAAAABbc/gKf3jI2N34o/s320/DSC02744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of the other two rooms but they were really dark.  Soon to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6748942708494133321?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6748942708494133321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6748942708494133321&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6748942708494133321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6748942708494133321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/09/sicilys-room.html' title='Sicily&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SqG2JAM3MzI/AAAAAAAABb8/ZnF5y5tK99o/s72-c/DSC02742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2889318676451359294</id><published>2009-08-15T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:03:33.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 things I've noticed</title><content type='html'>So, I've been here for a week. I have yet to move into the house.  In fact, it has a huge tent over it while it gets fumigated.  For the time being, the girls and I have enjoyed 7 days of lounging poolside and shopping for their new rooms.  It has been a bit of a vacation minus getting them registered for school.  We get to move in next Thursday and I'm pretty excited because it is a house with much potential.  I will be posting numerous posts of the current projects we will be doing.  For now, these are things I've noticed about the area I'll be living in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I have to be a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; driver.  Like, pedal to the metal when entering the freeway (thank goodness for my V8)&lt;br /&gt;2.  People rarely make eye contact with me unless I'm directly talking to them.  Except for when I'm running...other runners will smile.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I miss technology.  I haven't been able to check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; blogs because the computer at the hotel is the slowest!!!&lt;br /&gt;4.  I talked once to the housekeeper in Spanish (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tengo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gato&lt;/span&gt;) and now she really thinks I know what the heck I'm talking about.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sales tax is butt high.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Schools have lunch rooms outside.  Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;7.  People here love their dogs and so many people have them.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Everywhere you go, people are riding their bikes.  I bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; a new bike for her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;9. I love GPS.  I've never used it before, now I'm so thankful to have it.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I'm really lonely.  I miss Kim and the rest of my friends from school, the gym, or my neighbors.  I feel real sad at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-2889318676451359294?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2889318676451359294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2889318676451359294&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2889318676451359294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2889318676451359294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-10-things-ive-noticed.html' title='Top 10 things I&apos;ve noticed'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5975962893714431449</id><published>2009-08-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T21:12:18.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More family pix.  I love these girls as though they are my own....wait. Oh ya.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6uB3hT7I/AAAAAAAABY8/fYQno5E-RuU/s1600-h/bbda9570-a54e-4668-8ff8-e9bcae307b04w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367440524601020338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6uB3hT7I/AAAAAAAABY8/fYQno5E-RuU/s320/bbda9570-a54e-4668-8ff8-e9bcae307b04w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got the cousins involved.  LOVE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6t-e_2lI/AAAAAAAABY0/u5A3c2gN7Ig/s1600-h/5df8ed7f-af61-486f-a17d-5f2e17888e80w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367440523692857938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6t-e_2lI/AAAAAAAABY0/u5A3c2gN7Ig/s320/5df8ed7f-af61-486f-a17d-5f2e17888e80w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sicily turns 3 next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6toIDskI/AAAAAAAABYs/8hGJaK5YB0U/s1600-h/a06bfa50-2304-446e-8460-85e27c83491ew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367440517691060802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6toIDskI/AAAAAAAABYs/8hGJaK5YB0U/s320/a06bfa50-2304-446e-8460-85e27c83491ew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidee turns 11 on the 17th.  I can't believe I have an 11-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6Yjm8xXI/AAAAAAAABYc/sB29TjZBPHc/s1600-h/c2b17be2-9c9e-4a96-bb43-a1a4077eaa7ew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367440155701200242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6Yjm8xXI/AAAAAAAABYc/sB29TjZBPHc/s320/c2b17be2-9c9e-4a96-bb43-a1a4077eaa7ew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-5975962893714431449?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5975962893714431449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5975962893714431449&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5975962893714431449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5975962893714431449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-family-pix.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Snz6uB3hT7I/AAAAAAAABY8/fYQno5E-RuU/s72-c/bbda9570-a54e-4668-8ff8-e9bcae307b04w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-1452604839194047786</id><published>2009-08-06T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:24:51.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost time to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Recently we celebrated Kennedy's 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  We had a great party outside with a big slide and a couple of her friends and cousins.  It was great.  Also, every summer, I get the girls pictures taken.  Here is my cute little Kennedy.  She looks so angelic...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SnsQHx5HMqI/AAAAAAAABXY/rCYwz29N4Oo/s1600-h/9a910d30-e00d-4a67-98c9-8a741dd126e8w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366901106780091042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SnsQHx5HMqI/AAAAAAAABXY/rCYwz29N4Oo/s320/9a910d30-e00d-4a67-98c9-8a741dd126e8w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily is her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; from school.  They embraced upon arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SnsQHntXxSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/LMbnhttEjro/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366901104046490914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SnsQHntXxSI/AAAAAAAABXQ/LMbnhttEjro/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also had a party with the family outside but this computer at my mom's is the slowest!!!  So, I have to do bits and pieces.  Anyway, this party was for all three girls since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; and Sicily have birthday next week.  It was fun. I'm so grateful for my family and all they've done for me.  I also got hot rims for the car.  Nissan recommended new tires so I went to Kim's brother's work, and they talked me into new rims too.  I had like 7 cute boys surrounding me...how do you say no???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SnsQHTRPfYI/AAAAAAAABXI/nQjBhV5Fgc0/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366901098559798658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SnsQHTRPfYI/AAAAAAAABXI/nQjBhV5Fgc0/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also, Kim and I went to a much needed Vegas vacation last weekend.  It was her 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and since I've been single for a bit, I needed some time away!  We &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;sat in&lt;/span&gt; the pool, ate sushi, and saw Seinfeld's comedy show.  It was such a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, my brother wants the boat.  I'm sorry!  My dad wants to keep it in the family, so it worked out.  Sorry I didn't say something sooner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I leave on Saturday....two days away....what????&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/7741675019064731494-1452604839194047786?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1452604839194047786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=1452604839194047786&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1452604839194047786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1452604839194047786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-time-to-go.html' title='Almost time to go'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SnsQHx5HMqI/AAAAAAAABXY/rCYwz29N4Oo/s72-c/9a910d30-e00d-4a67-98c9-8a741dd126e8w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6920996905669401398</id><published>2009-07-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:09:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Latest</title><content type='html'>Hey there!  Just to let you know, I'm trying to view blogs but on my mom's slow computer, I'm having a hard time loading them all and making any comments.  Please don't forget about me.  I'm still here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, we left our house last week and I'm super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that nobody lives there yet.  The pretty yard is dying!  Anyway, I'm staying with my parents until we close on our new home.  This will probably be in mid-August.  I'm way excited because the house is nice and almost as big as our house here.  It is in a great community with lots of families.  We will just need to do some major remodeling in the bathrooms and make a few minor cosmetic changes.  It'll be fun...here's to hoping ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are going to sell our little boat.  It is smaller but perfect for little families looking for a fast and easy get-a-way.  It has also been family owned from the beginning.  If you know of anyone, let me know!  Hugs and kisses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6920996905669401398?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6920996905669401398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6920996905669401398&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6920996905669401398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6920996905669401398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/07/latest.html' title='The Latest'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-109625303900015592</id><published>2009-07-06T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:23:07.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend!</title><content type='html'>We really had fun this 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July. It is my most very favorite holiday. When I was little we used to go to Bear Lake every year. But since that place has exploded with people lately, we go there when it is a little quieter. So now, we just find stuff to do around here! We went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;drive ins&lt;/span&gt; with some friends of mine. Boy, was I ever grateful for this vehicle. We saw "Up" which I thought was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;. I had no idea! We also saw "The Proposal". It was my second time, but still way funny.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa_WONr6I/AAAAAAAABUI/zeaA1ih0AGs/s1600-h/DSC02302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355442951240396706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa_WONr6I/AAAAAAAABUI/zeaA1ih0AGs/s320/DSC02302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; and Kennedy were in the cheer clinics for Davis High. This meant they were in our fave parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa_Orb0cI/AAAAAAAABUA/Ev0MnL3MsSY/s1600-h/DSC02230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355442949215474114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa_Orb0cI/AAAAAAAABUA/Ev0MnL3MsSY/s320/DSC02230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy looked so bored on that truck but this is her when she saw us. Kim and I were laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa-qupkcI/AAAAAAAABT4/tyzTm0xeunw/s1600-h/DSC02226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355442939565281730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa-qupkcI/AAAAAAAABT4/tyzTm0xeunw/s320/DSC02226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy got to come home this weekend too. Sicily was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; happy to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa-Y3U4WI/AAAAAAAABTw/0wmnDBjBum8/s1600-h/DSC02225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355442934769836386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa-Y3U4WI/AAAAAAAABTw/0wmnDBjBum8/s320/DSC02225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt; cake. Then I made my family sing, "You're a Grand Ol' Flag".  Thanks Kim for that awesome picture.....um, Facebook anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa9-a3gZI/AAAAAAAABTo/rKCZ7zpMidA/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355442927671148946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa9-a3gZI/AAAAAAAABTo/rKCZ7zpMidA/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-109625303900015592?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/109625303900015592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=109625303900015592&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/109625303900015592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/109625303900015592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SlJa_WONr6I/AAAAAAAABUI/zeaA1ih0AGs/s72-c/DSC02302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-500036912759863258</id><published>2009-06-27T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:11:43.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update</title><content type='html'>I have had a lot of people ask me questions.  Maybe this will help...although, I'm not sure how many people read blogs anymore.  People are always into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; way more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we close on this house on July 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  The movers will come and pack us the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and load on the 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  We did find a house in California.  However, after the sellers were very stingy and uncooperative, I told our agent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;.   So now, we're back to square one. Joe is out looking at houses today and I just have to trust his judgement....scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have to be out in close to two weeks.  At first, I was thinking I'll go spend some time in San Fransisco with Joe.  He has the cutest apartment right in the center of downtown.  But then I remembered we have three very noisy sweethearts.  Then I thought I will go stay with my mom for a bit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going a wee bit crazy.  I don't sleep at night because I'm constantly worrying about stuff.  What do I do with the cat?  I will miss my plants so much.  What if the movers take something I need?  Will we find the perfect house (or at this point in California...livable)?????How will I watch "So you think you can Dance"? etc etc!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-500036912759863258?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/500036912759863258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=500036912759863258&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/500036912759863258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/500036912759863258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-update.html' title='Just an update'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6842088634848520359</id><published>2009-06-18T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:45:36.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's Adventure</title><content type='html'>My dad is the greatest ever.  I  love him so much.  He won't let me disclose his age but he doesn't look it.  He is amazing!  He still runs, works, waterskiis, snowskiis, and takes his grandson to the park.  I love him so much!  I going to miss him terribly when we move.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV5ogPUwI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZRQ8XgbApGI/s1600-h/DSC02005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348893062301963010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV5ogPUwI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZRQ8XgbApGI/s320/DSC02005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Saturday, we went down to Thanksgiving Point to watch my cousin play in the bagpipe band.  I was soo excited.  But it was really rainy right when his band was supposed to play.  It wasn't just rain, it was wind, lighting, and thunder.  My sister and her five kids all had to pile into our car to stay dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV5Gxkz3I/AAAAAAAABPw/99CJEV6bKKc/s1600-h/DSC02003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348893053247868786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV5Gxkz3I/AAAAAAAABPw/99CJEV6bKKc/s320/DSC02003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV46B6ttI/AAAAAAAABPo/DKwW2f3mWcE/s1600-h/DSC01994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348893049826752210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV46B6ttI/AAAAAAAABPo/DKwW2f3mWcE/s320/DSC01994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV4kGbLTI/AAAAAAAABPg/LpAUTTjxUm8/s1600-h/DSC01992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348893043940076850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV4kGbLTI/AAAAAAAABPg/LpAUTTjxUm8/s320/DSC01992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.  Mi encanta mis ninas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV4MSWZNI/AAAAAAAABPY/1b-UXOphbWU/s1600-h/DSC01993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348893037547644114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV4MSWZNI/AAAAAAAABPY/1b-UXOphbWU/s320/DSC01993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6842088634848520359?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6842088634848520359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6842088634848520359&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6842088634848520359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6842088634848520359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/06/saturdays-adventure.html' title='Saturday&apos;s Adventure'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjsV5ogPUwI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZRQ8XgbApGI/s72-c/DSC02005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3138197137080344572</id><published>2009-06-10T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:53:42.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>So, this first picture may be a little inappropriate :)  Anyway, the end of the year came and many of my teacher friends are off in different directions: Spain, Montana, Georgia, California :(   I decided to have a party.  It never fails...I start dancing...I just can't help myself.  Even my students make fun of me because I'll be sitting in my chair and just be dancing.  Sometimes, we do the "Stomp" and they make fun of me because I "shake my booty". Anyway, Joe looks like he is having the time of his life.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9KkUCcKI/AAAAAAAABNo/qVu1vcFmpdE/s1600-h/DSC01962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910378188664994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9KkUCcKI/AAAAAAAABNo/qVu1vcFmpdE/s320/DSC01962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; teacher.  She was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sacajawea&lt;/span&gt; in the school play.   She had her lines down and did a fantastic job.  My mom made the costume the night before.  I adore this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9KX_tXVI/AAAAAAAABNg/VLGniKWcQiw/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910374882172242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9KX_tXVI/AAAAAAAABNg/VLGniKWcQiw/s320/DSC01806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy also had a program.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Her's&lt;/span&gt; brought me to tears.  She had one of the biggest speaking parts and a dancing part too.  She was amazing.  The first grade teachers also asked me to lead the students in the Pledge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Allegiance&lt;/span&gt; in sign language.  It was a very moving experience for my last year there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9KADTtvI/AAAAAAAABNY/PgRlBGYaaF8/s1600-h/DSC01910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910368454817522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9KADTtvI/AAAAAAAABNY/PgRlBGYaaF8/s320/DSC01910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got to go visit Joseph in San Francisco.  He already has friends there.  They're nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9Jy01A4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/rfjhy60Zv54/s1600-h/DSC01897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910364904424322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9Jy01A4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/rfjhy60Zv54/s320/DSC01897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joseph at work in his new office.  He is happy there.  I'm glad for him, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9JnjqruI/AAAAAAAABNI/h55A-y_b27U/s1600-h/DSC01820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910361879654114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9JnjqruI/AAAAAAAABNI/h55A-y_b27U/s320/DSC01820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3138197137080344572?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3138197137080344572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3138197137080344572&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3138197137080344572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3138197137080344572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SjB9KkUCcKI/AAAAAAAABNo/qVu1vcFmpdE/s72-c/DSC01962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-196137293531339899</id><published>2009-05-25T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:10:11.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had the best weekend ever. On Friday, after being CPR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;re certified&lt;/span&gt; :), I just went grocery shopping and cleaned the house. The girls and I were in bed by 10:00. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; nice. Then, Saturday, I got to go to the gym for a few hours to my fave classes. We picked Joe up from the airport and went to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grave site&lt;/span&gt;. Then, we went to the park for a picnic and stayed for hours. It was so fun! This is Sicily and her cousin whom she fights with. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; went like this, "My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;duckie&lt;/span&gt; chair." "No." "My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;duckie&lt;/span&gt; chair." "No." They are way stressed about it.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_pCDK2EI/AAAAAAAABK8/OPq47XixYHw/s1600-h/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931757335205954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_pCDK2EI/AAAAAAAABK8/OPq47XixYHw/s320/DSC01768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Monday morning I got to run another 5K with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, the one and only Kimberly Lee, and we met up with our favorite instructor, Michelle, and Jeni was there too. What a fun atmosphere. My time was a minute higher than my time two weeks ago, but it was still 26:09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_o-AT34I/AAAAAAAABK0/pARV6Dm5fdA/s1600-h/DSCN2593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931756249472898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_o-AT34I/AAAAAAAABK0/pARV6Dm5fdA/s320/DSCN2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More park pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_ok49LgI/AAAAAAAABKs/Cuh3kwNCsLU/s1600-h/DSC01736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931749507739138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_ok49LgI/AAAAAAAABKs/Cuh3kwNCsLU/s320/DSC01736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_oaOfbyI/AAAAAAAABKk/5ap1D2VOj_Q/s1600-h/DSC01725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931746645274402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_oaOfbyI/AAAAAAAABKk/5ap1D2VOj_Q/s320/DSC01725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_oPvSGmI/AAAAAAAABKc/vVEAAr7qo_Y/s1600-h/DSC01721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339931743830022754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_oPvSGmI/AAAAAAAABKc/vVEAAr7qo_Y/s320/DSC01721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love fun days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-196137293531339899?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/196137293531339899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=196137293531339899&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/196137293531339899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/196137293531339899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Shs_pCDK2EI/AAAAAAAABK8/OPq47XixYHw/s72-c/DSC01768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5968089498478218929</id><published>2009-05-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:12:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsi's Shout out</title><content type='html'>I will miss Chelsi so much.  On Saturday, after the girls' recital, we came home and she had arranged a surprise party for us.  She made the best cupcakes, delicious cookies, amazing peanut butter bars, and gooey brownies.  She has helped watch my kids, hung out with me, listened to Joe and me argue, let my kids play at her house, took diapers over when we ran out, dressed Kobe up as a Jazz player, and stayed beside me through thick and thin.  She doesn't fit into any of my other categories of what I will miss because she is in a category all her own.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SghpvkoYHCI/AAAAAAAABJM/bA_ZxSdHQyw/s1600-h/chelsi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334630024628149282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SghpvkoYHCI/AAAAAAAABJM/bA_ZxSdHQyw/s320/chelsi.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/7741675019064731494-5968089498478218929?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5968089498478218929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5968089498478218929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5968089498478218929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5968089498478218929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/chelsis-shout-out.html' title='Chelsi&apos;s Shout out'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SghpvkoYHCI/AAAAAAAABJM/bA_ZxSdHQyw/s72-c/chelsi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-1949658659270309407</id><published>2009-05-10T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:10:22.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday:Race for the Cure</title><content type='html'>Every year I look forward to Mother's Day Weekend...not for Mother's Day though.  My brother Jon and his wife and I always run the Race for the Cure.  It is the most exciting day.  It's only a 5K but still neat.  There are so many people there.  I always get a little teary when you see a shirt that says, "I run for my dear wife Sally" or things like that.  There are also many survivors there who show great appreciation.  This is the finish line where I was dancing with the band.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV5ec142I/AAAAAAAABI0/eDoVB0VNJIo/s1600-h/DSC01691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256360814404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV5ec142I/AAAAAAAABI0/eDoVB0VNJIo/s320/DSC01691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the race, I was happy because my sister-in-law and I made our best time ever!  I guess getting older has its perks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV5K_lIXI/AAAAAAAABIs/iUwR2DLE4zU/s1600-h/DSC01693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256355591397746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV5K_lIXI/AAAAAAAABIs/iUwR2DLE4zU/s320/DSC01693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, Joe went with us this year.  Ah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV4wGOY5I/AAAAAAAABIk/Zq8MiZBC8GA/s1600-h/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256348371510162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV4wGOY5I/AAAAAAAABIk/Zq8MiZBC8GA/s320/DSC01688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got really teary after the race with my brother.  He is probably one of my favorite people.  I will miss him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV4u9FseI/AAAAAAAABIc/0yvSwkCPeJ8/s1600-h/DSC01689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256348064756194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV4u9FseI/AAAAAAAABIc/0yvSwkCPeJ8/s320/DSC01689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kim Wood.  She is in her 50s.  She's a grandma.  She runs it too.  She did it under 27 minutes.  NOT BAD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV4TPlmCI/AAAAAAAABIU/hKN0oNAZ8cw/s1600-h/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334256340626151458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV4TPlmCI/AAAAAAAABIU/hKN0oNAZ8cw/s320/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;We also had piano recitals and a surprise when we got home but my kids are fighting and I'll have to blog about it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-1949658659270309407?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1949658659270309407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=1949658659270309407&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1949658659270309407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1949658659270309407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturdayrace-for-cure.html' title='Saturday:Race for the Cure'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SgcV5ec142I/AAAAAAAABI0/eDoVB0VNJIo/s72-c/DSC01691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8023047134480075174</id><published>2009-05-02T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:44:26.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I know you have all probably heard our news.  Joseph starts his new job in Northern California on May 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so proud of what he has accomplished.  He basically skipped two positions for this promotion and most people with his experience are not extended this offer.  I know his parents are smiling down from heaven with pure pride.  I thank my lucky stars for having him in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Selfish me....I'm thinking about my career, my friends at my job, my family, our boat, no hot summers, our beautiful yard, my neighbors, my comfortable home, my gym buddies, my snowboarding nixed, my daughters having to get new swim coaches, piano teachers, new gymnastic coaches, new schools, new friends etc etc etc.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me, me, me.  This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incomprehensible&lt;/span&gt; to me.  Check back with me soon.  Hopefully, I will have a better attitude.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8023047134480075174?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8023047134480075174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8023047134480075174&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8023047134480075174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8023047134480075174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-many-tears.html' title='So many tears'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7110420039745727703</id><published>2009-04-21T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:26:33.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this???</title><content type='html'>Two words...Brooklyn Watts.  The most brilliant nine-year-old I know.  She kept this a secret for months!  Finally, last week, she spilled the beans to her teacher who just happens to be a very close friend.  I love the Watt family.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Se6qJw6dBRI/AAAAAAAABFk/kjLDSJTV9wg/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327382493951493394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Se6qJw6dBRI/AAAAAAAABFk/kjLDSJTV9wg/s320/DSC01117.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/7741675019064731494-7110420039745727703?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7110420039745727703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7110420039745727703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7110420039745727703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7110420039745727703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/04/remember-this.html' title='Remember this???'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Se6qJw6dBRI/AAAAAAAABFk/kjLDSJTV9wg/s72-c/DSC01117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4813601629406880023</id><published>2009-04-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:01:36.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and Such</title><content type='html'>I love my sweetie pies.  I really do.  I love teaching (and this probably sounds really bad) but it helps me appreciate the time I have with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt;.  I love them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much.   I can't imagine my life without one of them.  This is the lovely ladies on Easter Sunday.  SO SWEET!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWJL-siJI/AAAAAAAABFU/hbUgAsAQrVA/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586437618665618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWJL-siJI/AAAAAAAABFU/hbUgAsAQrVA/s320/DSC01571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Saturday before Easter, I made them do a MS Walk.  We each got to decorate a shirt.  It started with "I walk because" and then you filled in the blank.  This is what Joe came up with (with Kim's beautiful handwriting of course).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWI67-fbI/AAAAAAAABFM/mrJB5B2DTu4/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586433043856818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWI67-fbI/AAAAAAAABFM/mrJB5B2DTu4/s320/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; says, "people are sick and this will help them.  And I'm awesome."  She's so clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWI7AEK9I/AAAAAAAABFE/B9StizmOpAo/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586433061006290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWI7AEK9I/AAAAAAAABFE/B9StizmOpAo/s320/DSC01508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy's said, "Join the celebration".  I asked her, "Where do you see that?  Where is that written?"  She goes, "Look around Mom. This is a big party.  A celebration."  She came up with that on her own!  My word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWIgKAgYI/AAAAAAAABE8/ubRX1f56FSk/s1600-h/DSC01507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586425854951810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWIgKAgYI/AAAAAAAABE8/ubRX1f56FSk/s320/DSC01507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a little shindig with some of their friends. It was so fun!  I loved it!  They ate pizza, had an Easter egg hunt, had a fashion show, watched a movie, played the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;, screamed, and ate candy.  When I told them it was time to clean up, they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWIZ8tesI/AAAAAAAABE0/24OgQV_146w/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586424188566210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWIZ8tesI/AAAAAAAABE0/24OgQV_146w/s320/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4813601629406880023?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4813601629406880023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4813601629406880023&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4813601629406880023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4813601629406880023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-such.html' title='Easter and Such'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SevWJL-siJI/AAAAAAAABFU/hbUgAsAQrVA/s72-c/DSC01571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-9212094567855768684</id><published>2009-04-12T09:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T09:56:29.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday and Thursday</title><content type='html'>So, more adventures in spring break! We really had a blast! We had a "stay-cation" :) It was pretty rainy on these days so we met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt; at Arctic Circle to let the kids play on the playground. Of course, you can't pass up free cones...right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb4ct0dnI/AAAAAAAABEI/MMQsxxPzxYA/s1600-h/DSC01482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323848366100346482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb4ct0dnI/AAAAAAAABEI/MMQsxxPzxYA/s320/DSC01482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;. Anything sweet, and Kennedy is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb4HI8TiI/AAAAAAAABEA/5YOr0F0qgbk/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323848360308526626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb4HI8TiI/AAAAAAAABEA/5YOr0F0qgbk/s320/DSC01479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I seriously fell in love with Sicily all over again. It was so fun to be with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb35KA5II/AAAAAAAABD4/GLQAWbCaelA/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323848356554925186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb35KA5II/AAAAAAAABD4/GLQAWbCaelA/s320/DSC01477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to "Monsters vs. Aliens" with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt;, Parker, and Payton. Hearing Parker laugh from across the row was so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb37p33ZI/AAAAAAAABDw/7EhIUGACGG4/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323848357225422226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb37p33ZI/AAAAAAAABDw/7EhIUGACGG4/s320/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sicily had her first real cleaning with Dr. Wall. I was really stressed about her front tooth. It is discolored and it made me feel like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neglectant&lt;/span&gt; mother. He said it had nothing to do with her not brushing her teeth, but it looked like she had fell and bumped it. I felt a little better but hope it doesn't get any darker. She was such a good girl for Dr. Wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb3kMXkwI/AAAAAAAABDo/XR8OfRWsOOM/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323848350927655682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb3kMXkwI/AAAAAAAABDo/XR8OfRWsOOM/s320/DSC01456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-9212094567855768684?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/9212094567855768684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=9212094567855768684&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9212094567855768684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9212094567855768684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/04/wednesday-and-thursday.html' title='Wednesday and Thursday'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SeIb4ct0dnI/AAAAAAAABEI/MMQsxxPzxYA/s72-c/DSC01482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-882672352266547709</id><published>2009-04-09T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:25:53.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Park 2009</title><content type='html'>So, we are regulars at the Dinosaur Park up in Ogden.  When Kennedy was little, she knew every dinosaur, what they ate, how big they were etc....We even had her 3rd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; party there.  Because the weather was supposed to be nice, I decided to take the girls there with Sicily.  She was so scared.  She just stood there and wouldn't get any closer.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6exHarSQI/AAAAAAAABDg/OsR1s5F4noY/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322866376240220418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6exHarSQI/AAAAAAAABDg/OsR1s5F4noY/s320/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't imagine why :)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6ew19uIwI/AAAAAAAABDY/HOf19rBMwuI/s1600-h/DSC01409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322866371555369730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6ew19uIwI/AAAAAAAABDY/HOf19rBMwuI/s320/DSC01409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is seriously my favorite.  They ARE very dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6ewdqDtRI/AAAAAAAABDQ/3X6u010btG4/s1600-h/DSC01441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322866365030446354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6ewdqDtRI/AAAAAAAABDQ/3X6u010btG4/s320/DSC01441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy still loves her dinosaurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6ewFW2wvI/AAAAAAAABDI/-iJ0rg103y8/s1600-h/DSC01443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322866358507455218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6ewFW2wvI/AAAAAAAABDI/-iJ0rg103y8/s320/DSC01443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicily eventually came around.  She kept saying, "The dinosaurs won't eat me mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6evrpNA6I/AAAAAAAABDA/Ge7jmtmrxSY/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322866351605089186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6evrpNA6I/AAAAAAAABDA/Ge7jmtmrxSY/s320/DSC01423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More spring break adventures to come...we've been so busy this week!  I actually feel like a semi-decent mother!&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/7741675019064731494-882672352266547709?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/882672352266547709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=882672352266547709&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/882672352266547709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/882672352266547709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/04/dinosaur-park-2009.html' title='Dinosaur Park 2009'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sd6exHarSQI/AAAAAAAABDg/OsR1s5F4noY/s72-c/DSC01410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7534014866938682784</id><published>2009-04-04T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:18:01.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicily is awesome</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to start Sicily potty training this spring break. I was really optimistic when she wanted to put on panties and even sat on the potty with her cookie. It was great. Five minutes later when we were sitting down for lunch, she goes, "Hurry Mommy! Get a diaper!" and had an accident all over the kitchen. Now....not so optimistic. We'll see what happens. :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sdg1Ik99imI/AAAAAAAABBo/lVAhHYkuJpk/s1600-h/DSC01397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321061381217028706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sdg1Ik99imI/AAAAAAAABBo/lVAhHYkuJpk/s320/DSC01397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This story cracked me up...We were sitting downstairs and the girls were just finishing up their Wii excursion for the evening. Joseph was yelling at them because we have four controllers and they're supposed to use the controllers that can be recharged.  They, of course, were using the controllers that needed regular AA batteries. All of the sudden, Sicily got a really determined look on her face and started talking about batteries. She went to one of our drawers and pulled out a screwdriver. We were trying to tell her that it was a screwdriver and not batteries. But then it dawned on me....we have so many toys that you have to use a screwdriver TO GET TO THE BATTERIES. What a clever little girl! Here she is trying to get to the batteries in the controller. I LOVE SICILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sdg1ICjbJFI/AAAAAAAABBg/-OF-nhWBV_8/s1600-h/DSC01406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321061371978916946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sdg1ICjbJFI/AAAAAAAABBg/-OF-nhWBV_8/s320/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7534014866938682784?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7534014866938682784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7534014866938682784&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7534014866938682784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7534014866938682784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/04/sicily-is-awesome.html' title='Sicily is awesome'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sdg1Ik99imI/AAAAAAAABBo/lVAhHYkuJpk/s72-c/DSC01397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6345501762483688552</id><published>2009-03-31T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:21:39.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming...When is it Summer???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I so am in need for some warm weather.  I took the girls swimming a few times just to remind me that it SHOULD be just around the corner.  We usually go to the Bountiful pool all through winter, but our regular swim teacher canceled on us, so we've been kinda bummed about it.  This is only our second time we've gone since December.  Anyway, my dear sister-in-law brought her kids too.  This is cute little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charli&lt;/span&gt;.  I just LOVE her swimsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4lC4J4DI/AAAAAAAABAE/9FsXqp8oT0g/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587425189224498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4lC4J4DI/AAAAAAAABAE/9FsXqp8oT0g/s320/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; likes to climb on the tubes and do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;backflips&lt;/span&gt; off.  She is quite the acrobat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4k1e_fhI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tgHkZbnWvJk/s1600-h/DSC01367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587421594025490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4k1e_fhI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tgHkZbnWvJk/s320/DSC01367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My Kennedy is always posing.  She goes, "Now let me do this.  Now take a picture of me doing this.  Now.  OK, now!"  She knows all the poses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4kt6IQVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/OYgQVvqx44g/s1600-h/DSC01370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587419560362322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4kt6IQVI/AAAAAAAAA_0/OYgQVvqx44g/s320/DSC01370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAAAHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;.  My Sicily. She brings me great joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4kVtVtrI/AAAAAAAAA_s/oc0_bT7lZJA/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319587413064267442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4kVtVtrI/AAAAAAAAA_s/oc0_bT7lZJA/s320/DSC01341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Please spring!  Come quickly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/7741675019064731494-6345501762483688552?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6345501762483688552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6345501762483688552&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6345501762483688552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6345501762483688552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/03/swimmingwhen-is-it-summer.html' title='Swimming...When is it Summer???'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SdL4lC4J4DI/AAAAAAAABAE/9FsXqp8oT0g/s72-c/DSC01338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5448796866932619216</id><published>2009-03-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:45:48.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George road trip!</title><content type='html'>I hate it when I put pictures up in the wrong order.  But anyway.....Joseph has friends in LA that he is really close to.  They met us in St. George last weekend.  We got to stay in this beautiful house with the nicest family...Krista's family. She is married to Greg who grew up with Joe.  Anyway, we were just hiking around when we were watching some people repel.  My friend Jenn and I were really interested so the dad was like, "Let me go back and get my gear."  I thought that was so nice!  Anyway, I repelled for the very first time ever.  A lot of people thought it was no big but for me....it was such an accomplishment.  I'm not sure why but I was super excited that I did it.  The cliff was like 80 feet high!  This picture doesn't do it justice.  I'm serious.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJZGiUbWI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6IszAt_SKBA/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665262036675938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJZGiUbWI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6IszAt_SKBA/s320/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe did it to.  He was a pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJY_PwikI/AAAAAAAAA8U/pC_rCYFglCI/s1600-h/DSC01275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665260079778370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJY_PwikI/AAAAAAAAA8U/pC_rCYFglCI/s320/DSC01275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofing around.  Scaring Jenn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJYCztCLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/qFBo7-CkPPc/s1600-h/DSC01251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665243855980722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJYCztCLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/qFBo7-CkPPc/s320/DSC01251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;, Joe being Joe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJXd_oGNI/AAAAAAAAA8E/HkswtELKbOQ/s1600-h/DSC01237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665233973876946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJXd_oGNI/AAAAAAAAA8E/HkswtELKbOQ/s320/DSC01237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mike Sessions and his long time girl friend Sue.  Joe has known Mike since they were 8.  I just love Sue too.  This is also one of the baby boys I'll never have, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJXEA1h3I/AAAAAAAAA78/82QTeUE3BwQ/s1600-h/DSC01218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315665226999629682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJXEA1h3I/AAAAAAAAA78/82QTeUE3BwQ/s320/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/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/7741675019064731494-5448796866932619216?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5448796866932619216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5448796866932619216&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5448796866932619216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5448796866932619216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-george-road-trip.html' title='St. George road trip!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/ScUJZGiUbWI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6IszAt_SKBA/s72-c/DSC01296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3758884851029806978</id><published>2009-03-16T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:40:41.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Outside!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sis got a new toy.  Elmo blows his own bubbles.  I love it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83rN0R-6I/AAAAAAAAA7s/a1ln_vHhvIA/s1600-h/DSC01198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027300903320482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83rN0R-6I/AAAAAAAAA7s/a1ln_vHhvIA/s320/DSC01198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83q7C4uCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Wt4RFCfKeQQ/s1600-h/DSC01203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027295864305698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83q7C4uCI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Wt4RFCfKeQQ/s320/DSC01203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83qQsenJI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zY86q9HGDBw/s1600-h/DSC01197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027284496030866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83qQsenJI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zY86q9HGDBw/s320/DSC01197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83p_4V-HI/AAAAAAAAA7U/16BIu6DEyas/s1600-h/DSC01189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314027279982393458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83p_4V-HI/AAAAAAAAA7U/16BIu6DEyas/s320/DSC01189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7741675019064731494-3758884851029806978?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3758884851029806978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3758884851029806978&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3758884851029806978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3758884851029806978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-outside.html' title='Finally Outside!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/Sb83rN0R-6I/AAAAAAAAA7s/a1ln_vHhvIA/s72-c/DSC01198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-181231710177893764</id><published>2009-03-01T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:49:52.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My past two weekends were a blast!!!</title><content type='html'>My really good friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NDPA&lt;/span&gt;, Jenn, had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; party last week.  I work with some really fun people.  It was a ton of fun.  I brought my favorite sister-in-law and Joe was there too.  The teachers from Spain just love him.  I don't think they know him very well :)  Anyway, this is Kim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Begona&lt;/span&gt;, and myself.  We were dancing!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWGdS_slI/AAAAAAAAA60/PrWm7V-JgpA/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431254729765458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWGdS_slI/AAAAAAAAA60/PrWm7V-JgpA/s320/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy........hmmmm......This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; teacher.  He is also from Spain.  As you can see, I think he is great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWGK-byXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/gdZgVbfJBDE/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431249811687794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWGK-byXI/AAAAAAAAA6s/gdZgVbfJBDE/s320/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I got to go snowboarding with my dear friend Kelly.  She also works with me.  We had so much fun and laughed the entire time.  It's pretty hard for me to find a girl who can keep up with me so it was good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWFlbRL2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/oW5r48ITTrI/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431239732080482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWFlbRL2I/AAAAAAAAA6k/oW5r48ITTrI/s320/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also promised the girls that we'd go bowling if they woke up happy every day this week.  I think mornings are the hardest part of the week.  They wake up so grumpy and start fighting right away.  It is enough to drive me bonkers!!!  So...a little bribery....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWE3ycgBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_Q2cIPWinBc/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431227481260050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWE3ycgBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_Q2cIPWinBc/s320/DSC01164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas for this weeks' bribery????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWEj4PeOI/AAAAAAAAA6U/l--LVGm4hvk/s1600-h/DSC01162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308431222136862946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWEj4PeOI/AAAAAAAAA6U/l--LVGm4hvk/s320/DSC01162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-181231710177893764?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/181231710177893764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=181231710177893764&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/181231710177893764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/181231710177893764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-past-two-weekends-were-blast.html' title='My past two weekends were a blast!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SatWGdS_slI/AAAAAAAAA60/PrWm7V-JgpA/s72-c/DSC01122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4303086416525504781</id><published>2009-02-25T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:07:44.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassidee's pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cassidee has been grabbing my camera lately.  Here are some of the moments she captured.  I think she is pretty good.  Do you?  This is Sicily after having cake.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU706FT8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/f5woBWr0JEw/s1600-h/DSC00996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306952228949807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU706FT8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/f5woBWr0JEw/s320/DSC00996.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like this picture of Greg and Joe.  It captures a moment they are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU7UclQxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qBguy0jnlvw/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306952220236137234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU7UclQxI/AAAAAAAAA3U/qBguy0jnlvw/s320/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one just makes me happy.  I loved holding my nephew and I just get a kick out of Kennedy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU7Dp-XGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/SxMtphm1Wls/s1600-h/DSC00980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306952215728905314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU7Dp-XGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/SxMtphm1Wls/s320/DSC00980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy is reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU67blpnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JdjKKKWovcg/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306952213521081970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU67blpnI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JdjKKKWovcg/s320/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably my favorite.  I wish I could take pictures like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU6_fJepI/AAAAAAAAA28/_F1EqEmh2WI/s1600-h/DSC00933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306952214609754770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU6_fJepI/AAAAAAAAA28/_F1EqEmh2WI/s320/DSC00933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4303086416525504781?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4303086416525504781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4303086416525504781&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4303086416525504781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4303086416525504781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/cassidees-pictures.html' title='Cassidee&apos;s pictures'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaYU706FT8I/AAAAAAAAA3c/f5woBWr0JEw/s72-c/DSC00996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3518629377236674753</id><published>2009-02-22T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:13:55.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the guilty party?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think Sicily is so darn cute.  She is just getting ready to party it up at her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; bash. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaI-NGxaz-I/AAAAAAAAA18/SnEWIhpesA4/s1600-h/DSC01119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305871705872977890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaI-NGxaz-I/AAAAAAAAA18/SnEWIhpesA4/s320/DSC01119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But this is what I want to know about.  I came home on Friday after a long day of kids and found this in my snow.  I want names and numbers...remember...I know where you live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaI-NIZaT6I/AAAAAAAAA10/R9LFXLtFrD4/s1600-h/DSC01117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305871706309152674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaI-NIZaT6I/AAAAAAAAA10/R9LFXLtFrD4/s320/DSC01117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3518629377236674753?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3518629377236674753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3518629377236674753&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3518629377236674753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3518629377236674753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-is-guilty-party.html' title='Who is the guilty party?'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SaI-NGxaz-I/AAAAAAAAA18/SnEWIhpesA4/s72-c/DSC01119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8675218279127509960</id><published>2009-02-16T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:16:34.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laundry Room</title><content type='html'>So, a few weeks ago our washer broke. I was pretty bummed because having three kids as many of you know...creates a lot of laundry. It was the night before we were supposed to go to California for Darci's baby blessing and the girls had a music performance at school. Talk about stress! Joseph and I can make a pretty good team. He went to RC Willey while I went to Kennedy's performance. Then I met him at RC Willey to check out his ideas and made it back just in time for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; performance. This is what he picked out. I was really excited about the environmental aspects of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Electrolux&lt;/span&gt; and thrilled that we could stack them. I wish I had a before picture...but this is after.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobhDlvGnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0sdyGE41-kM/s1600-h/DSC01108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303581765895395954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobhDlvGnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0sdyGE41-kM/s320/DSC01108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before, that rolling laundry separator was behind the door so you could only open the door about half way. Then, the girls would hang their back packs and it'd be incredible difficult to get any laundry done. Today, Joseph put up some shelves in the room which created so much more room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobg5eHbgI/AAAAAAAAAx8/FbPp0ULJyyU/s1600-h/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303581763179081218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobg5eHbgI/AAAAAAAAAx8/FbPp0ULJyyU/s320/DSC01109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He even got some thing to put the mop and brooms on. Those "Bring You Own Bags" take up a lot of space too. I'm so happy with it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobguVy9_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/_dTKs0Xyz48/s1600-h/DSC01112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303581760191395826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobguVy9_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/_dTKs0Xyz48/s320/DSC01112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooks for the girls stuff! Are you kidding me? This was a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobgXbS3gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/KkqZ4YKLKBY/s1600-h/DSC01113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303581754040442370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobgXbS3gI/AAAAAAAAAxs/KkqZ4YKLKBY/s320/DSC01113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a Valentines Day surprise!&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/7741675019064731494-8675218279127509960?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8675218279127509960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8675218279127509960&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8675218279127509960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8675218279127509960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-laundry-room.html' title='New Laundry Room'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SZobhDlvGnI/AAAAAAAAAyE/0sdyGE41-kM/s72-c/DSC01108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7027486783906926947</id><published>2009-02-08T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:34:46.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgusting</title><content type='html'>So, the Green Bag experiment was the grossest thing ever.  These strawberries are three weeks old.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SY-VZEbXgsI/AAAAAAAAAwM/cKyXyvhuD7E/s1600-h/DSC01084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300619544356160194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SY-VZEbXgsI/AAAAAAAAAwM/cKyXyvhuD7E/s320/DSC01084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Green Bag protected the banana, but so did the Ziploc Baggie.  In fact, the Ziploc Baggie looks slightly better than the Green Bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SY-VY3FyinI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GekSbx7lxwM/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300619540775996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SY-VY3FyinI/AAAAAAAAAwE/GekSbx7lxwM/s320/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tomatoes were a little different.  The one in the Ziploc was more moldy and the other two didn't seem any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SY-VY2yg4VI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KKWA7diaKIo/s1600-h/DSC01082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300619540695146834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SY-VY2yg4VI/AAAAAAAAAv8/KKWA7diaKIo/s320/DSC01082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our conclusion:  Green Bags are not that much better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ziplocs&lt;/span&gt; but a lot more expensive.  Now....all we have to do is create a poster, type a paper, an abstract, and provide graphs.  Parenting is exhausting!&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/7741675019064731494-7027486783906926947?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7027486783906926947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7027486783906926947&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7027486783906926947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7027486783906926947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/disgusting.html' title='Disgusting'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SY-VZEbXgsI/AAAAAAAAAwM/cKyXyvhuD7E/s72-c/DSC01084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4279181332769697253</id><published>2009-02-03T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:44:53.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Blessing.</title><content type='html'>These are not in order but...after the blessing, the girls were so excited about the sunny weather and the fact that they didn't need a coat.  They were a wee bit crazy.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkQqeXkTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kKehBtWHlUQ/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298735936532091186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkQqeXkTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kKehBtWHlUQ/s320/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joseph and Darci are fun to watch.  She deals with him really well.  We both tell him to "shut up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkQYIOw_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VywiGZtOs_A/s1600-h/DSC01008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298735931607401458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkQYIOw_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/VywiGZtOs_A/s320/DSC01008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy dropped her cake.  Mike's face just made me laugh for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkQHTDpmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mFqGsYMgfeM/s1600-h/DSC00976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298735927089407586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkQHTDpmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/mFqGsYMgfeM/s320/DSC00976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Darci and baby Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkPQWOU5I/AAAAAAAAAtA/29MvUtoiXNQ/s1600-h/DSC01011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298735912338740114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkPQWOU5I/AAAAAAAAAtA/29MvUtoiXNQ/s320/DSC01011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are quite happy with Joel too.  He is good to Darci and that makes us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkPcirtpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SzK6MIp8N4s/s1600-h/DSC01005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298735915612223122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkPcirtpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/SzK6MIp8N4s/s320/DSC01005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4279181332769697253?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4279181332769697253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4279181332769697253&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4279181332769697253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4279181332769697253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/actual-blessing.html' title='Actual Blessing.'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjkQqeXkTI/AAAAAAAAAtY/kKehBtWHlUQ/s72-c/DSC00957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7442102149228735891</id><published>2009-02-03T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T00:41:53.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing in California</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Joseph and I got to meet baby boy Jackson again. He has grown so much!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhjI6Jr7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/cTVEnrT0IFc/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298732955404447666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhjI6Jr7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/cTVEnrT0IFc/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhiyR2mnI/AAAAAAAAAso/chrPi2OazbQ/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298732949329844850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhiyR2mnI/AAAAAAAAAso/chrPi2OazbQ/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the girls first time meeting their cousin. They instantly loved him and even helped Aunt Darci clean the house for the blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhio58EHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/8nU1Y-IAbec/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298732946813620338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhio58EHI/AAAAAAAAAsg/8nU1Y-IAbec/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't let Kennedy get too close. It doesn't take too much to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhiXFkxsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mgepBMrYcaw/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298732942030587586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhiXFkxsI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mgepBMrYcaw/s320/DSC00913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; is a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhiKXNItI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/VCyDikMTW_c/s1600-h/DSC00903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298732938614874834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhiKXNItI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/VCyDikMTW_c/s320/DSC00903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7442102149228735891?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7442102149228735891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7442102149228735891&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7442102149228735891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7442102149228735891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/02/blessing-in-california.html' title='Blessing in California'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SYjhjI6Jr7I/AAAAAAAAAsw/cTVEnrT0IFc/s72-c/DSC00910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-1214283065974006940</id><published>2009-01-25T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:16:22.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Projects in the Banks' house</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One thing is certain, kids keep you busy! Kennedy has a "Cold Weather Animal report" due this week. It was fun working on it with her. She was so proud of her finish project that we had to show it off! She had to have a written copy and a poster to show off as well. She is such a good kid. Besides having what her teacher calls and "attitude", she is very bright. She is the top reader of her class. What a good girl!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytoJ5HiHI/AAAAAAAAAro/H0aKpBzX0bw/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295298167242721394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytoJ5HiHI/AAAAAAAAAro/H0aKpBzX0bw/s320/DSC00867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She is awfully cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytnpq22VI/AAAAAAAAArg/UGRexr0ONsE/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295298158592973138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytnpq22VI/AAAAAAAAArg/UGRexr0ONsE/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; has to do the science project at school as well. Her experiment....see if green bags really work. We had a banana, a strawberry, and a tomato out of the bag, in a green bag, and in a regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ziplock&lt;/span&gt; baggie. We are going to see what works best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytnaUoMzI/AAAAAAAAArY/GG155Sl-KR4/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295298154473206578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytnaUoMzI/AAAAAAAAArY/GG155Sl-KR4/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytm0thSOI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oTth_YfEMsw/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295298144377063650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytm0thSOI/AAAAAAAAArQ/oTth_YfEMsw/s320/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These babies cost 10 bucks for 20 bags. Is it worth it? You can't wait to find out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytmTbEGWI/AAAAAAAAArI/t_BiXrTiEP4/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295298135441283426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytmTbEGWI/AAAAAAAAArI/t_BiXrTiEP4/s320/DSC00854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my project...I've been correcting some comprehension tests that my students took on Friday. We are reading the book "Number the Stars". For those of you who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfamiliar&lt;/span&gt; with this book, it is about a 10 year old girl who lives in Denmark during WWII. Her best friend is Jewish. After reading some of these answers, I have great hopes for our future generation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Question: Do you think King Christian did the right thing by surrendering to the Nazis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Answer: Yes, because a lot of people would have died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Answer: Well, I think he did the right thing because with all the people killed, it wouldn't be Denmark anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Question: Do you think the Jews were being treated fairly by the Germans? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Answer: I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jews&lt;/span&gt; aren't being treated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fairly&lt;/span&gt; by the Germans because the Jews are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;treated&lt;/span&gt; badly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shops&lt;/span&gt; taken away, and they can't choose religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Answer: I think the Jews are not being fair because &lt;strong&gt;people are people no matter how small&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&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/7741675019064731494-1214283065974006940?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/1214283065974006940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=1214283065974006940&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1214283065974006940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/1214283065974006940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/projects-in-banks-house.html' title='Projects in the Banks&apos; house'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SXytoJ5HiHI/AAAAAAAAAro/H0aKpBzX0bw/s72-c/DSC00867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5177292599907965927</id><published>2009-01-23T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:27:56.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I am working full time right now.  I'm sure many moms would look down on this aspect of my life but I am so absolutely happy!  I am a hero everyday of my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;There are moments when I miss Sicily so much but it really helps me appreciate the time that I have with her.  She gets read to, sang to, played with, fed, and bathed.  She is also going to a terrific day care which incorporates preschool concepts into their activities.  My other two girls are happy because they get to see my all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Needless to say, my life is full and happy.  I can't believe the good fortune I have to have such great little girls and such a fantastic job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-5177292599907965927?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5177292599907965927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5177292599907965927&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5177292599907965927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5177292599907965927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/full-time.html' title='Full Time'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2884566522203000905</id><published>2009-01-15T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:14:40.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law is pretty much my best friend.  When we go to the gym together, we can talk and laugh the whole time.  Sometimes, when we lift weights, it'll take us hours to get through stuff.  Then we get home, we can chat on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, like we haven't seen each other for years or something.  She is so fun and so kind.  I'm glad my brother married her.  For my birthday, she wanted to take me out to eat.  We felt adventurous...so we took the train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; to Z &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tejas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SW_d-Df6III/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rLmIMmhtUVg/s1600-h/IMG_3372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291692145344389250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SW_d-Df6III/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rLmIMmhtUVg/s320/IMG_3372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those boys sitting behind us...they asked us where the party was after this.  I told them we were way too out of their league.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SW_d994O-pI/AAAAAAAAAqI/zXKJDz6g_nc/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291692143835806354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SW_d994O-pI/AAAAAAAAAqI/zXKJDz6g_nc/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also met up with my fabulous teacher friends.  The ones standing up teach in third grade with me.  They are from Montana.  The one sitting down has been there since the building of the school.  We taught first grade together and now she is Kennedy's first grade teacher.  They are the best...all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SW_d9vr-hvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PT_ngU3o2io/s1600-h/IMG_3381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291692140026300146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SW_d9vr-hvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/PT_ngU3o2io/s320/IMG_3381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a fun time I had!  Birthdays aren't so bad after all...&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/7741675019064731494-2884566522203000905?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2884566522203000905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2884566522203000905&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2884566522203000905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2884566522203000905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SW_d-Df6III/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rLmIMmhtUVg/s72-c/IMG_3372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5059385853112600383</id><published>2009-01-07T22:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:53:09.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Tag/post</title><content type='html'>So, I have to start with my amazing birthday. I am one year older and loving it. When I got to work today, my two friends had flowers on my desk. Then...they ordered pizza! They even checked with Joe to make sure it was my favorite kind and here is where it gets completely crazy-Joseph knew! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got many calls, texts, emails, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; messages wishing me a happy day. I felt good all day. Then Joseph took the girls and me to my favorite place for sushi. Then I felt even better.Yummy! He also brought me some awesome presents.  He is the best hubby ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best was that my dad, MY DAD, text me tonight. If you know my dad, that is so out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim tagged me....I tried to ignore it but felt guilty so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Where is your cell phone? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By my bed so that when my boyfriend calls I can sneak out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2.Where is your significant other? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair color? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Making out with a boy from Joe's work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To survive my girls' adolescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The room you're in? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;getting fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not too fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yoga with Kim&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Naturally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. One of your wish-list items? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A mud room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where you grew up? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sandy, Utah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The last thing you did? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ate a birthday brownie from my rocking visiting teachers (please refer back to 10 and 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PJ's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your TV? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Awesome to watch 24 on. I can't wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your pet? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your computer? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Sunshine and 90 degree weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Armada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Something you're not wearing? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tiara and a boa (or am I?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite store? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Barnes and Noble (geek)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We rocked Palm Springs...how do I know it? &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kim, that is all you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Love someone? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so many people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When is the last time you laughed? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I'm pretty dang funny. I'm laughing right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't cry. I'm very cold....like Edward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So please, please, please, do it now. I don't wanna call anybody out. If you read this, you are tagged...I mean it! I know where you live! Wow, it is late!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-5059385853112600383?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5059385853112600383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5059385853112600383&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5059385853112600383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5059385853112600383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday-tagpost.html' title='My Birthday Tag/post'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3688656408354569526</id><published>2009-01-04T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:33:32.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans and the Sugar Bowl</title><content type='html'>New Orleans was such an adventure.  I just wanted to soak up all the history and culture that I could in the short time we were there.  It is such an amazing place and it is true what they say about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;southern&lt;/span&gt; hospitality.  People were very kind everywhere!  We had Utes high &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fiving&lt;/span&gt; us on the streets and Alabama fans telling us, "good luck" or "good game".  It was incredible.  The atmosphere of the game was great too.  Everyone was so excited.  I felt a lot of love.  I'm so glad I had the opportunity to go and to go with Joseph. He makes life so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cajun&lt;/span&gt; lunch.  Joseph had alligator but since I'm not big on the meat eating, I stuck with some shrimp.  Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLrJMrDyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/u_oS1LDWeGI/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287661010829381410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLrJMrDyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/u_oS1LDWeGI/s320/DSC00826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy was incredibly brave.  I had to get a picture with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLqYgKCsI/AAAAAAAAAow/8eg1j3AKPMA/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287660997757766338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLqYgKCsI/AAAAAAAAAow/8eg1j3AKPMA/s320/DSC00797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dedicated&lt;/span&gt; fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLqP1iR9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/j8FlQpcYlb0/s1600-h/DSC00763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287660995431516114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLqP1iR9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/j8FlQpcYlb0/s320/DSC00763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were happy campers at the Super Dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLpadFdQI/AAAAAAAAAog/Kaf5UYQLWhQ/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287660981101884674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLpadFdQI/AAAAAAAAAog/Kaf5UYQLWhQ/s320/DSC00762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mississippi River was a blast too.  We went on a river cruise and had all you can eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cajun&lt;/span&gt; food.  Then it started raining harder than I've ever seen it rain.  We had to run home and we were drenched.  Another thing that I've never EVER done before is take my shoes off in public.  But on the cruise, I wore heels!  Running in heels hurts.  I took off my shoes and booked it.  Joseph motivated me by telling me we were training for the Amazing Race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLpA17gqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/g6HhkPDadzI/s1600-h/DSC00745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287660974226768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLpA17gqI/AAAAAAAAAoY/g6HhkPDadzI/s320/DSC00745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so much fun!  I'm posting more pictures to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  I believe I have lost my blog readers so I'm kinda doing this as a journal now.&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/7741675019064731494-3688656408354569526?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3688656408354569526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3688656408354569526&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3688656408354569526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3688656408354569526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-orleans-and-sugar-bowl.html' title='New Orleans and the Sugar Bowl'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SWGLrJMrDyI/AAAAAAAAAo4/u_oS1LDWeGI/s72-c/DSC00826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6732427208360003896</id><published>2008-12-31T22:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:52:54.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Fun Center</title><content type='html'>My girls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sportin&lt;/span&gt;' some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt;! Kennedy was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about bangs.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm-dt0jlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3o8wWGWfLzU/s1600-h/DSC00712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286213285940858450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm-dt0jlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3o8wWGWfLzU/s320/DSC00712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; wanted more layers. She really knows how to pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm9tTxmHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YSEkD530A5Y/s1600-h/DSC00713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286213272946710642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm9tTxmHI/AAAAAAAAAnM/YSEkD530A5Y/s320/DSC00713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Classic with a friend in Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm9bVN8zI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ai1ACSzcJFI/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286213268120924978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm9bVN8zI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Ai1ACSzcJFI/s320/DSC00722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicily doesn't let me do her hair AT ALL anymore. I am going crazy. Anyway, she got her haircut as well. She really did great on her Scooter too. Then she put on Kennedy's skates and made me skate around a bunch of times. My back was breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm9Ex8xkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IYXGWcY3VsM/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286213262067418690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm9Ex8xkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/IYXGWcY3VsM/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my girls so much!  Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm88z0OkI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Y7I6kFz7Ank/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286213259927763522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm88z0OkI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Y7I6kFz7Ank/s320/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6732427208360003896?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6732427208360003896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6732427208360003896&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6732427208360003896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6732427208360003896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/classic-fun-center.html' title='Classic Fun Center'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVxm-dt0jlI/AAAAAAAAAnU/3o8wWGWfLzU/s72-c/DSC00712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2735236874848179777</id><published>2008-12-28T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:53:19.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>Life with three girls can be an adventure.  We went and saw Bed Time Stories and out to eat.  It was fun and the movie was cute...I'm a sucker for Adam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sandler&lt;/span&gt; (and Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carrey&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNwXKfVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/l8VSyMcecBM/s1600-h/DSC00707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285084350202412370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNwXKfVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/l8VSyMcecBM/s320/DSC00707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a sleepover with some friends.  The girls love their new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; games they got for Christmas.  Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNqKl1WI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RTXOGPuqf2E/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285084348539065698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNqKl1WI/AAAAAAAAAl0/RTXOGPuqf2E/s320/DSC00698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; and Sloan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNejoK2I/AAAAAAAAAls/DSykhHG9J2A/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285084345422850914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNejoK2I/AAAAAAAAAls/DSykhHG9J2A/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Movie time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNG73NNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-ljlIyGcGd8/s1600-h/DSC00688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285084339082048722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNG73NNI/AAAAAAAAAlk/-ljlIyGcGd8/s320/DSC00688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy and Mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkMsTIy5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/XURjdiFyPRk/s1600-h/DSC00689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285084331931913106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkMsTIy5I/AAAAAAAAAlc/XURjdiFyPRk/s320/DSC00689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much FUN!  I was laughing so hard!&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/7741675019064731494-2735236874848179777?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2735236874848179777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2735236874848179777&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2735236874848179777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2735236874848179777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SVhkNwXKfVI/AAAAAAAAAl8/l8VSyMcecBM/s72-c/DSC00707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4740207597124447465</id><published>2008-12-26T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T11:58:53.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas was good.  The girls all got scooters and have been riding around the house.  Only a few minor crashes.  Also, Joe got us new pots and pans and a Magic Bullet.  That thing is so awesome.  He also got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lasik&lt;/span&gt; on Monday...so good Christmas.  Now, the tree is put away and my house is somewhat back to normal.  I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4740207597124447465?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4740207597124447465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4740207597124447465&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4740207597124447465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4740207597124447465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6041482890539034138</id><published>2008-12-21T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:43:23.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Lee Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>Every year my mom and dad have a party for their kids.  My dad had five kids with his first marriage and my mom had one with her first marriage.  Then they hooked up and had me and then my brother Jon.  This party is the one time I see some of my half siblings.  I think my mom and dad are awesome. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78hOCo1mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JGtkFYVjZBY/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282437060587214434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78hOCo1mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JGtkFYVjZBY/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are some of my bros.  Mike is a bishop, Bryce is a Ute alum, and Jon...well...is Jon.  Just kidding!  He is my homey and fellow Ute alum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78givp_cI/AAAAAAAAAjk/4uUhD-ClbZY/s1600-h/DSC00491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282437048964873666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78givp_cI/AAAAAAAAAjk/4uUhD-ClbZY/s320/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family pictures...always a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78gEJi9oI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Kdu-q8RGAew/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282437040751965826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78gEJi9oI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Kdu-q8RGAew/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joseph grabbed my phone and put the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; game on it.  My nephew, Nelson, and nephew-in-law, Mitch pretended to gaze and the beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poinsettia&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't think they fooled anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78fkZcqGI/AAAAAAAAAjU/aonC0_kW8tk/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282437032228726882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78fkZcqGI/AAAAAAAAAjU/aonC0_kW8tk/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; loves her picture taken.  We posed for a shot.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78fMgCwlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8DeMj6gQiWE/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282437025813938770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78fMgCwlI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8DeMj6gQiWE/s320/DSC00487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6041482890539034138?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6041482890539034138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6041482890539034138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6041482890539034138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6041482890539034138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/annual-lee-christmas-party.html' title='Annual Lee Christmas Party'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SU78hOCo1mI/AAAAAAAAAjs/JGtkFYVjZBY/s72-c/DSC00479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2279326508345575922</id><published>2008-12-18T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:32:23.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kennedy's Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SUs-5Vc6wfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tFCYlB42V2w/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281384142753939954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SUs-5Vc6wfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tFCYlB42V2w/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Every year the first graders get to make gingerbread houses. It is such a fun project, it makes me miss teaching this grade level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Anyway, Kennedy is probably my biggest stinker.  She is sneaky.  We'll tell her to go to bed and then find her behind the couch.  She also hates vegtables.  I always tell her, "You're always sick because all you want is carbs.  You don't eat fruit, vegtables, or protein."  But whenever it's dinner time, she yells, "I hate it!  I hate it!" about the healthy food.  She taught that to Sicily too...stinker!  That is why she loved this project so dang much.  Man, she is cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then on the way to pick up Sicily, sugar rush gone...crash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SUs-4tmdG-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/sP6DPDvZxrs/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281384132056521698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SUs-4tmdG-I/AAAAAAAAAh8/sP6DPDvZxrs/s320/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7741675019064731494-2279326508345575922?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2279326508345575922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2279326508345575922&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2279326508345575922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2279326508345575922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/kennedys-gingerbread-house.html' title='Kennedy&apos;s Gingerbread House'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SUs-5Vc6wfI/AAAAAAAAAiM/tFCYlB42V2w/s72-c/DSC00444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7772622435663827074</id><published>2008-12-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:20:44.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Secret</title><content type='html'>Most of you know Joseph and I well enough to know that our relationship is like Frank and Marie on "Everybody Loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raymond&lt;/span&gt;"...They argue, insult each other, and always have to be right. That sums us up perfectly. However, secretly, I LOVE him. (Don't tell him because I don't want his head to swell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has proven to me why I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He missed two days of work just to stay home with my sick girls while I worked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He doesn't have a problem when I go to the gym for 2 hours on Saturday morning and he has to take care of the girls.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went Christmas shopping for hours on Saturday and he didn't complain even once. (I did feel bad after rows and rows of girl toys, when he went down the boy isle and played with some of the boy toys...SAD!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After all that, he encouraged me to go to a friends' party down in Salt Lake and he would stay home with the girls. It was so dang fun. I got home so late, and he was so nice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On Sunday night, he text me while I was driving down to Salt Lake for rehearsal, telling me to let him know when I got there. (He says it was because he wants to cash in on life insurance, but I don't believe it.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now, he is watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Desperate&lt;/span&gt; Housewives with me and we are almost all caught up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomorrow, he is going to the girls' gymnastics shows and filming them since I have a performance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I right? What a guy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7772622435663827074?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7772622435663827074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7772622435663827074&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7772622435663827074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7772622435663827074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/secret.html' title='A Secret'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4865964848525539791</id><published>2008-12-07T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:14:35.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was a blast. We had a great time because of all the fantastic events. We always have to go to the Festival of Trees because my mom is on the board. She works really hard and always does a bunch of trees. She is also in charge of all the treats and stuff. Kim and I volunteered in the Sweet Shoppe on Wednesday and had a good time. Then Joseph and I took the girls down this weekend to soak in all the happiness. We met up with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dalls&lt;/span&gt;. Our kids just get along really well...almost too well! They're like cousins when they are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybKVoDOhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bCAahG4kiKA/s1600-h/DSC00433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277263465277504018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybKVoDOhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bCAahG4kiKA/s320/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my mom in the parade. They have these really neat bagpipes that always make me want to cry. It is times like these that I am really proud to be her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybJ2uONpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PgzlrzrmAFI/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277263456981890706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybJ2uONpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/PgzlrzrmAFI/s320/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my mom's numerous projects. As you know, her dad passed away last July. She misses him a lot. My Grams is a trooper too. She helps my mom like nothing else. Her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; have a special bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybJYc5cyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GY3OUT3_Fig/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277263448856163106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybJYc5cyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/GY3OUT3_Fig/s320/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also did a train gingerbread project. The girls loved it so much. Half of it is already gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybIxkD6KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/EKSabpV98Zg/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277263438417225890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybIxkD6KI/AAAAAAAAAfo/EKSabpV98Zg/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Joseph's work party. This is his boss. I really think he is the best boss ever. He does, after all, put up with Joe. Thanks Kim, for watching the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybIn6NnOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/u3z0j43e_Dw/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277263435825781986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybIn6NnOI/AAAAAAAAAfg/u3z0j43e_Dw/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A funny story...So a few weeks ago my mom and dad were on 33rd South running some errands. A young mad approached them with a broken key and explained to them that he had just purchased a motorcycle and the key had broken in the ignition. He went on to say that he only had 8 bucks and had to pay a locksmith or whatever in cash. He asked my kind parents if they could help him out. They willingly lent him money and gave him their business card because he offered to pay them back. They didn't even think twice about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, my dad was at the Festival of Trees when a young man approached him with a broken key. This young man continued to explain that he had just purchased a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; and the key had broken in the ignition...Wait a minute...does this sound redundant? That is because it is! Same guy, same story. My dad calmly let him continue about his sob story and then kindly reminded the gentleman of the exact time and exact address of the last time he hit him up. He then continued to tell the young man that he was taking advantage of kind and generous people who are at the Festival to contribute to the aid of the patients of Primary Children's Hospital. Way to go DAD! What a jerk! &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/7741675019064731494-4865964848525539791?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4865964848525539791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4865964848525539791&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4865964848525539791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4865964848525539791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-weekend-was-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/STybKVoDOhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/bCAahG4kiKA/s72-c/DSC00433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3868596747715029538</id><published>2008-11-30T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:25:01.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to be Thankful For...Edition 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Road trips in a big car (so worth it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Car DVD players&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;iPods&lt;/span&gt; and really big headphones to block out any unwanted sound&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph's Grandma, Yolanda, and her amazing cooking abilities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph's sister Vicki and her family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swimming three nights in a row&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean hotels with showers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joseph's past family...they came from Italy and Portugal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beach!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; learning to play cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kennedy teaching modern technology to an 91-year-old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joe's new video camera&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sicily making life a constant adventure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3868596747715029538?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3868596747715029538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3868596747715029538&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3868596747715029538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3868596747715029538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-to-be-thankful-foredition-2008.html' title='Things to be Thankful For...Edition 2008'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4319779608316192330</id><published>2008-11-23T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:04:06.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday was awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Joseph bought the girls Ute shirts. He is a dedicated fan. By the way, I was a Ute before him. I have had so many people ask me if I cheer for them because of him...No Way! I don't love everything he loves...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xbox&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;, golf, stupid television, loud music with too much bass, The Raiders. I could go on, but will spare my fingers from typing non stop for the night. I sure do love those girls though. We had a great day at Barnes and Noble. It is so hard not to buy so many books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouu-SD9-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/XVhyA4CEPd0/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272077698318202850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouu-SD9-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/XVhyA4CEPd0/s320/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Let me tell you what a nice person I am: A friend called ME and asked ME if I wanted two Ute tickets. Of course I said, "heck ya!". Then I discovered that I couldn't find a babysitter. So do you know how nice I am? I told Joseph to take my little brother. I'm sure glad they had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouuv3kCOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SPgKb_d3LVQ/s1600-h/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272077694448961762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouuv3kCOI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/SPgKb_d3LVQ/s320/DSC00167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that we had a blast too. The girls kept running in when they heard my sister-in-law, Kim Lee, and my teacher friend, Kim Wood screaming at the top of our lungs. We love Max Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouuTOb9NI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qAc_RquU0Os/s1600-h/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272077686760273106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouuTOb9NI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qAc_RquU0Os/s320/IMG_2881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close, you can see all the way down my throat. Wow, cameras capture so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouuC7qUII/AAAAAAAAAeA/5tGAn-3Ku_4/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272077682386555010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouuC7qUII/AAAAAAAAAeA/5tGAn-3Ku_4/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had low expectations for "Twilight". I am really not a fan of gushy love stories. But when some ladies were going I decided I could concur my fear of public movie theaters and head to the movies. I was pleasantly surprised. All the characters matched exactly what I pictured from reading the novels. I really like this film and hope the other don't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSout7Z46XI/AAAAAAAAAd4/akNmbrs-oa8/s1600-h/258171_poster%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272077680365857138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSout7Z46XI/AAAAAAAAAd4/akNmbrs-oa8/s320/258171_poster%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4319779608316192330?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4319779608316192330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4319779608316192330&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4319779608316192330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4319779608316192330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/saturday-was-awesome.html' title='Saturday was awesome!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SSouu-SD9-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/XVhyA4CEPd0/s72-c/DSC00164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3939706048251718533</id><published>2008-11-19T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:32:25.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My girls are brainwashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Let me start this post by telling you that I have had the past three days off of work and no car to do anything with. As I have said before, I am the world's worst driver and my new car is getting fixed. As most of you know, I also am in the house with two babies for a good chunk of the day. I'm starting to go just a wee bit crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I have never been a hater! I have always shown appreciation for others views and beliefs....Are you wondering where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;this is&lt;/span&gt; going? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yesterday Peri came over to play the Wii with Kennedy. She took one look of Joseph's Lakers stuff and said, "You like the Lakers? The Lakers suck." To which Kennedy replied, "No, the Jazz suck. We like the Lakers." I thought that was hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, I was on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; today (of course) and one of my friends had this You Tube video about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; being the "Lord's School". He didn't create it, he just put it on as a "What the heck is this about?" I couldn't agree with him more. That is why is was so funny, just minutes later, I heard Sicily in the other room while I was putting away laundry. She was doing this all on her own, until of course I got the camera. I'm putting another one on Facebook...I am a Ute and proud to be! My parents are Utes, my brothers are Utes, my husband has finally become a (Californian) Ute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36c3406b34bfed5e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36c3406b34bfed5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331976372%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62AFE55EAD5BA53E574258CC971EA6721035F0C4.8405F959E9BF5B4E653BC48F149149DEB17AD92E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36c3406b34bfed5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgXFRhHSzKO3kEtPr9dvuMlTlWGU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36c3406b34bfed5e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331976372%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D62AFE55EAD5BA53E574258CC971EA6721035F0C4.8405F959E9BF5B4E653BC48F149149DEB17AD92E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36c3406b34bfed5e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DgXFRhHSzKO3kEtPr9dvuMlTlWGU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3939706048251718533?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36c3406b34bfed5e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3939706048251718533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3939706048251718533&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3939706048251718533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3939706048251718533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/sicily-is-brainwashed.html' title='My girls are brainwashed'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2047965195822539200</id><published>2008-11-17T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:41:39.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We went to Southern California to visit Joseph's sister and her new baby this weekend. It was so fun! Here is a play by play...if you're interested :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-We hung out with Mike and Sue. Mike has been Joseph's friend since they were eight. I wasn't sure we were going to do anything because I was so tired from working all day.  But after resting in the hotel for a bit, we went to dinner and dancing at an "Asian Night" club. Some drunk guy told me I was hot. It made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-We finally got to meet Jackson. He was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sososo&lt;/span&gt; little! I went with Darci to a baby shower then we shopped and organized baby stuff. Saturday night, Joseph went to play with his friends and I hung out in the hotel...all by myself...it was heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Swimming in November. I must move to LA! We visited Paul and Shirley's grave site too. All the times we'd been there, I had no idea there was this awesome historical mural and other ancient artifacts. It was amazing! Then, lunch with Greg and Krista and meeting their little baby boy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-2047965195822539200?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2047965195822539200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2047965195822539200&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2047965195822539200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2047965195822539200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-went-to-southern-california-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-640398235983338851</id><published>2008-11-13T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:51:07.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dearest Stringham,</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness is a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;I really think I can do&lt;br /&gt;We've been through so much&lt;br /&gt;So much, me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forever be in your debt&lt;br /&gt;To your kindness and your time&lt;br /&gt;Getting me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Desperate&lt;/span&gt; Housewives&lt;br /&gt;Really sounds d&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ivine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time you stomped on Joe's white hat&lt;br /&gt;Will forever be erased&lt;br /&gt;And calling our boat "small"?&lt;br /&gt;Well, fretting about it, such a waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me are like peas and carrots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; we will be&lt;br /&gt;The good times will take over&lt;br /&gt;And happy I will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stringham&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-640398235983338851?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/640398235983338851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=640398235983338851&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/640398235983338851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/640398235983338851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/dearest-stringham.html' title='Dearest Stringham,'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-786683530156985121</id><published>2008-11-12T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:17:10.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Already</title><content type='html'>I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt; to death. To death I tell ya. It was bugging her that my header didn't match my background so she made me a new one...a Christmas one. "Ba Hum Bug" is what I say. But I couldn't not USE the new header because it is so super cute so I had to update &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;my background as well&lt;/span&gt;.  However, I refuse to do the Christmas music until December. I love my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-786683530156985121?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/786683530156985121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=786683530156985121&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/786683530156985121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/786683530156985121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas-already.html' title='Christmas Already'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-9052351954153758825</id><published>2008-11-11T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:33:39.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Issues for the Day</title><content type='html'>First of all, this is my new baby nephew.  His name is Jackson Hamilton Wilson.  He has been in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NICU&lt;/span&gt; for a week.  I can't wait to hold this little guy!  Darci is a trooper.  She had so many complications with her first pregnancy and still pulled through.  Way to go Darci! &lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRm-99bovuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/8DVDhX4JwiA/s1600-h/IMGP0482%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267451210858282722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRm-99bovuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/8DVDhX4JwiA/s320/IMGP0482%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And second...Please don't judge me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a total Desperate Housewives junkie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started last year.  When you have three kids and it is winter time, there isn't a whole lot to do.  Joseph put "Grey's Anatomy" on our Q because we were having a "lack of movies to watch" problem.  I absolutely fell in love with this show.  The characters, the relationships of the patients, the hot guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when we got all caught up, I was going through withdrawals so Joseph put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Desperate&lt;/span&gt; Housewives on.  At first I thought, "No way!  That show is total trash!"  but we started to watch anyway. It took me some time to actually like it but now I love it too!  It is so scandalous.  (I still think it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teensy&lt;/span&gt; trashy...don't tell the bishop I watch it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is this...I am currently watching last season on disk.  I recorded all of this season to watch when I am finished but accidentally deleted ALL 7 episodes last night.  When I told Joe, who has been in bed for three days (get him outta here!), he lacked any kind of sympathy and said, "It's your fault for being so anal and always wanting to delete things."  I went online and they only have episodes 4-7 to watch.  But I can't even watch those until I finish last season and by the time I get done with last season, even more will be taken off the Internet!  What am I going to do?????  I am having anxiety just typing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am asking...does anyone have these episodes?  I am probably the only person in Utah (besides my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;, Kim) who watches this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a dumb post...except Jackson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-9052351954153758825?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/9052351954153758825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=9052351954153758825&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9052351954153758825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9052351954153758825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-issues-for-day.html' title='My Issues for the Day'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRm-99bovuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/8DVDhX4JwiA/s72-c/IMGP0482%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6305249532699698531</id><published>2008-11-08T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:16:25.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10-0 is way cool</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure but I think this may be my new crush. I realize he is a little young for me; and oh yeah, I'm married but how cool is this guy? Very cool. Karen, I won't be checking out your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt; anymore!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI3pMx8YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4M_u861QzHw/s1600-h/johnson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266406566301659522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI3pMx8YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4M_u861QzHw/s320/johnson.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think Joseph has the coolest boss in town! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DeWaal &lt;/span&gt;was so much fun to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI3O_ExXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PTP58Sie9kc/s1600-h/1106082126b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266406559264851314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI3O_ExXI/AAAAAAAAAbc/PTP58Sie9kc/s320/1106082126b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blackout was really cool. I like the black attire and especially rushing the field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI26xz94I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Fwbyga7KZkY/s1600-h/1106082126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266406553840514946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI26xz94I/AAAAAAAAAbU/Fwbyga7KZkY/s320/1106082126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This guy, well, I guess, um.....he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PREtty&lt;/span&gt; cool too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI2ZqD8DI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oFPHXPaSPrg/s1600-h/1106082120b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266406544949637170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI2ZqD8DI/AAAAAAAAAbM/oFPHXPaSPrg/s320/1106082120b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6305249532699698531?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6305249532699698531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6305249532699698531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6305249532699698531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6305249532699698531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-0-is-way-cool.html' title='10-0 is way cool'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRYI3pMx8YI/AAAAAAAAAbk/4M_u861QzHw/s72-c/johnson.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-4700002271486668839</id><published>2008-11-07T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:59:53.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Gonna Die, Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-4CMMz_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/S7Vmf-bydCw/s1600-h/IMG_2776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266114102917124082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-4CMMz_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/S7Vmf-bydCw/s200/IMG_2776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, we got the Santa in our yard. We were so excited (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt; implied). The girls and I sorta wanted to fight him. He was an easy target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-30qZu_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WhUeuh3J2FM/s1600-h/IMG_2789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266114099285703666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-30qZu_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WhUeuh3J2FM/s200/IMG_2789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-3rjFHQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/grASnF6Gchg/s1600-h/IMG_2775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266114096839073026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-3rjFHQI/AAAAAAAAAZs/grASnF6Gchg/s200/IMG_2775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sicily didn't even want to be 10 feet from Santa. When I told her "hug Santa", she would run as fast as her little legs could carry her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jack got a bit closer, but this was just about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-3e6v45I/AAAAAAAAAZk/wacnEo_nxMM/s1600-h/IMG_2772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266114093448684434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-3e6v45I/AAAAAAAAAZk/wacnEo_nxMM/s200/IMG_2772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-3CSrxLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mhy2Kawrpqc/s1600-h/IMG_2767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266114085764449458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-3CSrxLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/mhy2Kawrpqc/s200/IMG_2767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This afternoon, I thought our cat was outside, so I opened the door to let her in. The babies bolted for the open door, so I ran inside to get my shoes. It took me maybe 15 seconds. When I came back to the front yard, they were gone. I found them in the back. They had gotten on the tramp all by themselves and were singing "Ring Around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rosie's&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-4700002271486668839?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/4700002271486668839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=4700002271486668839&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4700002271486668839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/4700002271486668839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-gonna-die-santa.html' title='You&apos;re Gonna Die, Santa!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SRT-4CMMz_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/S7Vmf-bydCw/s72-c/IMG_2776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8660564078120184173</id><published>2008-11-05T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:38:49.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts...by Rachel Banks</title><content type='html'>Last night, I dreamt that I had a cricket in my hair. It was just sitting there right at the top and it was very disturbing. I think it stems from Stefanie's blog and her "deep fear" of crickets. I don't share in her fear, but I hated that dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder why everybody is having a baby boy. Why didn't I get that baby boy? Joseph's sister just had a baby boy and named him Jackson. I can't wait to meet him. All my neighbors seem to be having boys as well. Even Bethany is getting another boy. Is one boy too much to ask? Don't get me wrong-we are done and I am grateful for each and every one of those girls. However, Joseph is the last Banks in the family so I guess the Banks are going down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8660564078120184173?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8660564078120184173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8660564078120184173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8660564078120184173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8660564078120184173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-thoughtsby-rachel-banks.html' title='Deep Thoughts...by Rachel Banks'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2880292718354558209</id><published>2008-11-01T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:14:34.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Weekend</title><content type='html'>My better half. If you know Joseph, you know why I call Bethany my better half :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_GGw3lvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lxu60gx5qUc/s1600-h/IMG_2755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263932913593325298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_GGw3lvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lxu60gx5qUc/s320/IMG_2755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So bad, but a little funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_F79ikPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_U-MPtHnGoM/s1600-h/IMG_2759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263932910693683442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_F79ikPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_U-MPtHnGoM/s320/IMG_2759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph just being crazy. He does that too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_FpjrTZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CgIPxizaMJs/s1600-h/IMG_2760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263932905753365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_FpjrTZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CgIPxizaMJs/s320/IMG_2760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical: Mia, Kennedy, Sloan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt;, and Jeni. (We love Troy!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_Fbk_ULI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4JFn3By0qYE/s1600-h/IMG_2761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263932902000775346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_Fbk_ULI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/4JFn3By0qYE/s320/IMG_2761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be alarmed: Mike D, Ad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Roc&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MCA&lt;/span&gt; are in the house. (Or is it Jon on drums, Jenn with vocals, and Joe rocking the guitar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_FLaKj2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/uqhs2Cx4J_g/s1600-h/IMG_2763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263932897660407650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_FLaKj2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/uqhs2Cx4J_g/s320/IMG_2763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P.S. New slides at the bottom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-2880292718354558209?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2880292718354558209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2880292718354558209&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2880292718354558209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2880292718354558209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-weekend_01.html' title='Halloween Weekend'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQ0_GGw3lvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Lxu60gx5qUc/s72-c/IMG_2755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7073326221197621973</id><published>2008-10-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T22:04:27.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>I really don't know if there is anything weird or funny about myself but I'll give it a shot...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQaXtbkgQUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FDviUaVBnd0/s1600-h/Tagged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262060021379776834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQaXtbkgQUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FDviUaVBnd0/s320/Tagged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;despise&lt;/span&gt; spiders. When I see one, my heart pounds really hard and I get sweaty. It's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I used to sing in high school...like a lot. I was in just about every music class that was offered, including guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I never wanted to have kids. Is that rude? Accidents happen! Then after you have one, you have to keep going. Luckily, I love my girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to be needed. When people call me for help, it makes me happy. I guess that is why I'm a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I was a teenager, I was scared of the Bear Lake Monster...and sharks...in Bear Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One time, I sliced my head open all the way to the skull and I looked at it. I had a plastic surgeon repair the scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When I was 24, I hit a parked car. A parked car in front of an elementary school! Oh, the good ol' days! I am still probably the world's worst driver. Please keep your kids off the streets...and sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I tag are...Kim Lee,Charlene Wilhelmsen, Crystal Howe, Sean Hennefer, Stefanie, Alison Lucas, and Angie Pitts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7073326221197621973?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7073326221197621973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7073326221197621973&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7073326221197621973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7073326221197621973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQaXtbkgQUI/AAAAAAAAAVo/FDviUaVBnd0/s72-c/Tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7027769018242168256</id><published>2008-10-26T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:59:41.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Sicily</title><content 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-6603018731995879875</id><published>2008-10-26T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:41:14.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last night, the girls and I went to our school's Fall Carnival.  The ladies that put this together are simply amazing.  They come into the school day in and day out, volunteering.   I'm so grateful to them for providing a night full of fun!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG-fqnArI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y8-1Xqru5j0/s1600-h/IMG_2708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261549041629987506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG-fqnArI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y8-1Xqru5j0/s320/IMG_2708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG-Kyh10I/AAAAAAAAAVU/JgcHTQeY6Z0/s1600-h/IMG_2704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261549036026058562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG-Kyh10I/AAAAAAAAAVU/JgcHTQeY6Z0/s320/IMG_2704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG9ieca8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uh6ScZJZ3ds/s1600-h/IMG_2702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261549025204399042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG9ieca8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/uh6ScZJZ3ds/s320/IMG_2702.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sicily wasn't doing very well by  the end of the night.  She felt really warm, and well, was laying on the floor.  Luckily, I had some friends take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; and Kennedy for the last little bit so I could sit with Sicily.  SO SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG7nF47NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6SqhFNGkgaA/s1600-h/IMG_2715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261548992083848402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG7nF47NI/AAAAAAAAAVE/6SqhFNGkgaA/s320/IMG_2715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-6603018731995879875?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/6603018731995879875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=6603018731995879875&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6603018731995879875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/6603018731995879875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-carnival.html' title='Fall Carnival'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQTG-fqnArI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Y8-1Xqru5j0/s72-c/IMG_2708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3484588072153502106</id><published>2008-10-24T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:46:43.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spouse to the Rescue!</title><content type='html'>I so appreciate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; words of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incouragement&lt;/span&gt;.  I love my friends, family, and neighbors.  I couldn't ask for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo!  Joseph is home and killed the really fat spider that was in my kitchen.  He is such a man!  I'm glad he is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my camera to school yesterday to take a picture of our "Drug Free" door for my teacher blog.  I  think it turned out really cute.  I love those third graders.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQHsxwb0Z_I/AAAAAAAAATY/JiPiZLPdYLA/s1600-h/IMG_2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260746179304777714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQHsxwb0Z_I/AAAAAAAAATY/JiPiZLPdYLA/s320/IMG_2692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy's first grade teacher is my really good friend.  She sent her over to my classroom dressed like a witch.  The best is when she sings the song "I'm a Mean Old Witch".  Kennedy has the best cackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQHsxgzmqAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/i9CXBbL9f6I/s1600-h/IMG_2693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260746175109572610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQHsxgzmqAI/AAAAAAAAATQ/i9CXBbL9f6I/s320/IMG_2693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3484588072153502106?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3484588072153502106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3484588072153502106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3484588072153502106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3484588072153502106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/spouse-to-rescue.html' title='Spouse to the Rescue!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SQHsxwb0Z_I/AAAAAAAAATY/JiPiZLPdYLA/s72-c/IMG_2692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-7074101009926997762</id><published>2008-10-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:47:32.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Adventures of Being Spouseless</title><content type='html'>I guess I need to vent tonight. I'm used to Joseph being gone and it really doesn't bother me. He is up in Oregon this week and I guess I am tired. I will try to create a vivid description of my week so far...only half way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays are always awesome for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday started well. On the days that I have to be to school by 8:00 a.m., Joseph takes Sicily to East Layton and I take the older girls to school with me. This is what we did on Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to school, had a meeting, heard "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; favor?" about a thousand times, had ANOTHER meeting, and left by 4:30. Then it was off to get Sicily from my job share's house (thanks Bethany!) and over to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the carpool kids from gymnastics. I stopped for dinner-thanks to Subway-took the friends home and rushed us home. By this time, it is close to 6:00. I hurried and changed, get the girls fed and off to the gym for one of my favorite classes at 6:50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home=drama. Sicily is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;poopey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Kennedy is screaming at the top of her lungs because of the smell. Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Amarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; didn't seem that big anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lets Sicily out of her car seat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt; occurs. Poor Kim just wants to get home to her sweet angel babies! When we get home, I get called a lot of names. For instance, "promise breaker". Kennedy is mad because I can't get the computer to work and I told her she could play on Club Penguin. JEEZ! I can't wait until 9:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...I have the day off. But I'm changing diapers, doing laundry, dishes, getting groceries, and trying to get the stupid computer to work. Then, Joseph calls. I get a little cranky when he talks about his day. "Well, I didn't get to &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; Rachel. I was really busy. We were out to eat last night and I was golfing with clients all day. I'm just heading to go out right now." What?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then everything turns all worth it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt; just told me that I am a great mom and that she loves me, Kennedy spent five minutes jumping up and down because I got her Cinnamon Toast Crunch at the store, and Sicily is snug in her bed. I love my girls and I love my job. I'm also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for all the friends I have that get me through the day! That is enough venting for the night! Whew, thanks for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-7074101009926997762?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/7074101009926997762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=7074101009926997762&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7074101009926997762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/7074101009926997762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-adventures-of-being-spouseless.html' title='My Adventures of Being Spouseless'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5052990954711285891</id><published>2008-10-19T15:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:22:34.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or not to Blog</title><content type='html'>I was going to write about this last night, but it was 1 a.m. and I had an artichoke cooking. I decided to eat my artichoke (yummy!) and finish blogging later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got to thinking...after my "friend's" comment, am I supposed to blog? Is anyone really interested in what I have to say? Or is this self therapy to guide me through my constant thoughts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insecurities&lt;/span&gt;. He says, "You have fans." Is he making fun of me? Do I have fans? Or is this his polite way of saying, "Seriously stop. Nobody cares."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just FYI, I have a thing about broken things. Even garbage cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I figure I have come this far, and if I was up until 1 in the morning working on a new slide show and adding some pictures, I might as well continue on my journey through the blogging world...which I love by the way. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Dall's house for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; Halloween celebration. I'm always down for that, since the girls only get to wear their costume once or twice during the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cassidee&lt;/span&gt;. This costume was from last year. My mom made it for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cassidee's&lt;/span&gt; oral book report. She read the fourth Harry Potter book and was Hermione. Since I was a bad mom this year, she just used this costume and switched it into to Queen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;-younger years. I think she looks fabulous. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6xTocl3I/AAAAAAAAASM/CHxuytJyC2M/s1600-h/IMG_2684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259002346131462002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6xTocl3I/AAAAAAAAASM/CHxuytJyC2M/s320/IMG_2684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kennedy was a fairy last year. This year, same costume (minus the wings) only Princess Diana. I was puzzled, but didn't say anything after looking at the cutest grin on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6xjAQHRI/AAAAAAAAASU/tATDOnPQZzw/s1600-h/IMG_2683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259002350257839378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6xjAQHRI/AAAAAAAAASU/tATDOnPQZzw/s320/IMG_2683.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really like this costume. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt; let us borrow it, because of the whole bad mom thing, I didn't get Sicily a costume this year. We think this is "Friendship Bear". Anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6xxh8o-I/AAAAAAAAASc/KggfMxqrkco/s1600-h/IMG_2687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259002354157265890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6xxh8o-I/AAAAAAAAASc/KggfMxqrkco/s320/IMG_2687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since the Utes are 8-0, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Chelsi&lt;/span&gt; and I are right on the Ute bandwagon. We are the hottest cheerleaders ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6yI_Bm5I/AAAAAAAAASk/UQ_cGXZVqPU/s1600-h/IMG_2690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259002360453241746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6yI_Bm5I/AAAAAAAAASk/UQ_cGXZVqPU/s320/IMG_2690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is my little brother and his wife. They went to another party, but I stole this from their blog, because they look so awesome. I think maybe they were born during the wrong decade because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;...they look too groovy baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6yRRy5VI/AAAAAAAAASs/H8n5UmotJ0o/s1600-h/S7303561%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259002362679453010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6yRRy5VI/AAAAAAAAASs/H8n5UmotJ0o/s320/S7303561%5B1%5D.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/7741675019064731494-5052990954711285891?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5052990954711285891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5052990954711285891&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5052990954711285891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5052990954711285891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or not to Blog'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPu6xTocl3I/AAAAAAAAASM/CHxuytJyC2M/s72-c/IMG_2684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-9150322748322589446</id><published>2008-10-18T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:43:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;On Thursday night, we went up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; to a friend's cabin. The weather on Friday was perfect. I love the fall and I love my girls. They played so well outside and had a blast!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLv_wRqaI/AAAAAAAAARs/UPARo_HGqjs/s1600-h/IMG_2651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258739540336683426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLv_wRqaI/AAAAAAAAARs/UPARo_HGqjs/s320/IMG_2651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sicily is still in love with Rocky. She had to take him on a walk. I'm trying to convince Joseph to get her a dog for Christmas. She just loves this little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLwB4TuFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/K4LaydFY5hE/s1600-h/IMG_2672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258739540907243602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLwB4TuFI/AAAAAAAAAR0/K4LaydFY5hE/s320/IMG_2672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't love four wheeling. It is dusty and bumpy. But I realized this weekend that this is one of the few times Joseph lets me hold on to him and hug him. So, I guess it is worth it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLwTkJwlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LrTGD2_qV6Y/s1600-h/IMG_2678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258739545654542930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLwTkJwlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/LrTGD2_qV6Y/s320/IMG_2678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four wheeling, I went to see Sean at his art show. He is quite talented. (I don't remember him being that tall though.) I'm wanting him to paint some Red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sox&lt;/span&gt; stuff for our basement. Are they going to make it to the World Series? I guess we'll find out tonight!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLwsDzYCI/AAAAAAAAASE/lYbyI-6-fBQ/s1600-h/IMG_2681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258739552229744674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLwsDzYCI/AAAAAAAAASE/lYbyI-6-fBQ/s320/IMG_2681.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Make sure to scroll to the bottom. I added a new slideshow of our Halloweens over the years. It's so neat to see how much the girls have changed and grown. AAAHHH-pretty soon I'll have a teenager on my hands. That can't be right, a teenager?&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/7741675019064731494-9150322748322589446?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/9150322748322589446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=9150322748322589446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9150322748322589446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/9150322748322589446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrLv_wRqaI/AAAAAAAAARs/UPARo_HGqjs/s72-c/IMG_2651.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3878808155478875221</id><published>2008-10-18T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:50:21.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's Day Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrJeT0a6RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/J3sUUWOSxcs/s1600-h/IMG_2637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258737037461874962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrJeT0a6RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/J3sUUWOSxcs/s320/IMG_2637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other day I babysat four kids all two years old and under. What an experience! Sicily gets incredibly stressed out by having to share her toys and Chandler thinks the best thing in the world is to get all my movies off of the shelf. I guess he doesn't realize that I alphabetize them by genre. But man, I love these babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrJepsCmQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/COQm5nXJg8w/s1600-h/IMG_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258737043332307202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrJepsCmQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/COQm5nXJg8w/s320/IMG_2627.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/7741675019064731494-3878808155478875221?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3878808155478875221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3878808155478875221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3878808155478875221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3878808155478875221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/rachels-day-care.html' title='Rachel&apos;s Day Care'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SPrJeT0a6RI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/J3sUUWOSxcs/s72-c/IMG_2637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2440090352983571291</id><published>2008-10-16T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:01:21.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's sunny again!</title><content type='html'>So, this post has no pictures or anything interesting to say.  I was just out working in the yard when a "friend" text me (you know who you are, jerk) and made fun of my blog.  Anyway, not a lot to say so I think I'll just rummage up what I can.  (This is dedicated to you...watch your back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I started on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.  I absolutely love it.  I have reconnected with friends from high school, middle school, and even elementary school.  This will be great for me, especially with winter on the way and I can't get outside as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, last night, I actually went out to a nice dinner with some girl friends!  Can you imagine?  I try to get out but it is stuff like...run to Old Navy for some uniforms for the girls or get to the gym for my 90 minutes of me time...but a nice dinner?  In Salt Lake?  Without any children?  It was amazing!  We didn't even talk about school.  We had a wonderful conversation and got to know each other even more. It was wonderful!  Thanks Jenn and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Begona&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also happy about this weekend.  We are headed out of town for a day in the mountains, going to try to make it to Sean's art show downtown, getting my hair done, the Utes play (7-0 baby!), and hanging out at a friend's house.  I feel like a teenager again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I don't know what it is, but I love my blue toe nail polish.  I've never done blue...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-2440090352983571291?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2440090352983571291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2440090352983571291&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2440090352983571291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2440090352983571291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-sunny-again.html' title='It&apos;s sunny again!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2199866670503609583</id><published>2008-10-12T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:33:37.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day!</title><content type='html'>So, I was really bummed out by the snow today.  I just wasn't ready.  Plus, I had to risk my life by putting two coolers on top of each other to climb up to get the kids winter clothes down.  They were really excited to get out and play in the snow (I know, not a Sunday thing but...).  I also killed three spiders-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; makes me sick.  I seriously can't even handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I was having a pretty bad day.  Until I found out one of my best friends from high school is sick.  Really sick with cancer.  He was so nice to me and drew the best picture of me snowboarding.  If you have time to check out his site and help him out, I'd appreciate it!  &lt;a href="http://www.keepseanalive.com/"&gt;http://www.keepseanalive.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-2199866670503609583?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2199866670503609583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2199866670503609583&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2199866670503609583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2199866670503609583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-2235569319536884728</id><published>2008-10-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:21:25.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We love Gramps!</title><content type='html'>So I was thinking today about my Gramps. Some of you may know h&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8V1OYqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iWZU4Kl3gnc/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863973933540002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8V1OYqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iWZU4Kl3gnc/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e passed away this past July. There are a couple things I will always remember about Gramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He answered the phone like this...&lt;br /&gt;"Hello"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Gramps"&lt;br /&gt;"Who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's Rachel"&lt;br /&gt;"Rachel who?"&lt;br /&gt;"Rachel Lee"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well that's a funny name." (Gramps first name was Lee)&lt;br /&gt;2. He always, from the day I can remember, played Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;3. He came to every single one of my girls' birthday parties, blessings, and baptisms.&lt;br /&gt;4. He and Grams let me live in their upstairs apartment virtually free while Cassidee and I got back on our feet.&lt;br /&gt;5. He sang in Norwegian&lt;br /&gt;6. He was happy even though he hurt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;7. He served two missions to Norway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8G0u5BI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lo1--xt0Y9E/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863969904944146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8G0u5BI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lo1--xt0Y9E/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8evmedI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hTZPgvp605M/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863976325872082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8evmedI/AAAAAAAAAP8/hTZPgvp605M/s320/IMG_1507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8jboJKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tI9kFw5orOQ/s1600-h/Picture+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254863977584272546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8jboJKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/tI9kFw5orOQ/s320/Picture+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Grams too. She is a trooper! She cries when she laughs, is always willing to help, and does a birthday card for each of the girls every year. She is also a mad recylcer which makes me proud! Go Grams go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-2235569319536884728?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/2235569319536884728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=2235569319536884728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2235569319536884728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/2235569319536884728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-love-gramps.html' title='We love Gramps!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SO0G8V1OYqI/AAAAAAAAAP0/iWZU4Kl3gnc/s72-c/IMG_0546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3154758605584605481</id><published>2008-10-03T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:15:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go UTES!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is at the end of the U game on Thursday. I wasn't planning on going. We actually had swimming lessons that night but then the girls' swimming teacher called and asked if she could reschedule. I asked her why (I'm pretty nosey) and she told me she wanted to go to the game. I was really excited because I wanted to go to the game too! I can't believe they pulled it off, I was so dang worried! This is when the MUSS (mighty Ute student section) was rushing the field. It was one of the most fantastic games I have ever been to. Thanks Dickie for taking me!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjKvqCNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OLvK0mN-P20/s1600-h/IMG_2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252988874135308498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjKvqCNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OLvK0mN-P20/s320/IMG_2614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You can see the crowd on the field start to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjXBCHxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4UAyidaz8dg/s1600-h/IMG_2616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252988877429415698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjXBCHxI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4UAyidaz8dg/s320/IMG_2616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the fans looked like (well, maybe just the crazy ones). That is Joseph, Mike Dickamore (Dickie) and BJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjbam-mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LJpy08WqFLk/s1600-h/IMG_2617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252988878610430562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjbam-mI/AAAAAAAAAOw/LJpy08WqFLk/s320/IMG_2617.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one is funny because there are more people on the field than in the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjtThnNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Q4oVt5YFleU/s1600-h/IMG_2621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252988883412557010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjtThnNI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Q4oVt5YFleU/s320/IMG_2621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a rare opportunity to see Joe and I in the same picture, actually smiling! Thank goodness for those Utes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdj9TYyZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ek4r9DTuL4s/s1600-h/IMG_2622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252988887706945938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdj9TYyZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ek4r9DTuL4s/s320/IMG_2622.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/7741675019064731494-3154758605584605481?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3154758605584605481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3154758605584605481&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3154758605584605481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3154758605584605481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/go-utes.html' title='Go UTES!!!!!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOZdjKvqCNI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OLvK0mN-P20/s72-c/IMG_2614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-3622533118094381047</id><published>2008-10-02T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:19:22.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hills Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6jrMRGmI/AAAAAAAAANo/aRYTIko4Imk/s1600-h/IMG_2558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668924961561186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6jrMRGmI/AAAAAAAAANo/aRYTIko4Imk/s320/IMG_2558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6jqVsCKI/AAAAAAAAANw/o6imcx9-2yI/s1600-h/IMG_2565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668924732639394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6jqVsCKI/AAAAAAAAANw/o6imcx9-2yI/s320/IMG_2565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6jx_YvvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7T4frTMxGwc/s1600-h/IMG_2576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668926786584306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6jx_YvvI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7T4frTMxGwc/s320/IMG_2576.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6kGAGEJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AtoGMqQJC5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668932158263442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6kGAGEJI/AAAAAAAAAOA/AtoGMqQJC5Y/s320/IMG_2598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6keqjZlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/B6UfNOIPeEo/s1600-h/IMG_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252668938778797650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6keqjZlI/AAAAAAAAAOI/B6UfNOIPeEo/s320/IMG_2595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the girls in the neighborhood who let Sicily, Jack, and I come on their field trip to the farm. We had a blast. Each of the babies got a pumpkin and then played forever. We came home and took a long bath. They had corn, hay, and dirt everywhere! It was so fun...thanks girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-3622533118094381047?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/3622533118094381047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=3622533118094381047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3622533118094381047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/3622533118094381047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-hills-farm.html' title='Black Hills Farm'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOU6jrMRGmI/AAAAAAAAANo/aRYTIko4Imk/s72-c/IMG_2558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8901358555863876425</id><published>2008-09-30T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:14:31.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castle Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWW5SW8AI/AAAAAAAAAMk/j7L5VgufNZc/s1600-h/IMG_2509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925435546529794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWW5SW8AI/AAAAAAAAAMk/j7L5VgufNZc/s320/IMG_2509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWXpkrqqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uEOJkxFgjow/s1600-h/IMG_2510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925448508287650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWXpkrqqI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uEOJkxFgjow/s320/IMG_2510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWXqDLEhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ea5MSyvttm8/s1600-h/IMG_2519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925448636174866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWXqDLEhI/AAAAAAAAAM0/ea5MSyvttm8/s320/IMG_2519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWX8RapNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9UQeQs79PaA/s1600-h/IMG_2513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925453527753938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWX8RapNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/9UQeQs79PaA/s320/IMG_2513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWYNN5GyI/AAAAAAAAANE/S_Jm881Qqns/s1600-h/IMG_2503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251925458076375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWYNN5GyI/AAAAAAAAANE/S_Jm881Qqns/s320/IMG_2503.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had some neighbors that were going to Castle Park for dinner. We decided to join them. My brother, his wife, and two kids joined us as well. It was such a beautiful evening. It felt a little like fall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-8901358555863876425?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8901358555863876425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8901358555863876425&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8901358555863876425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8901358555863876425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/castle-park.html' title='Castle Park'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKWW5SW8AI/AAAAAAAAAMk/j7L5VgufNZc/s72-c/IMG_2509.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5071400702522767191</id><published>2008-09-30T13:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:51:41.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Dog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKRHosUPjI/AAAAAAAAALM/mez_bIMKGWk/s1600-h/IMG_2475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251919675835825714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKRHosUPjI/AAAAAAAAALM/mez_bIMKGWk/s320/IMG_2475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our good friends asked us to watch their little Yorkie. He was really cute and the girls just loved him. He was so tuckered out by 8:00 at night from all their attention, he'd curl right up on Sicily's chair for a nap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-5071400702522767191?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5071400702522767191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5071400702522767191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5071400702522767191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5071400702522767191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-day.html' title='Cute Dog!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SOKRHosUPjI/AAAAAAAAALM/mez_bIMKGWk/s72-c/IMG_2475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-5730611001673321168</id><published>2008-09-23T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:14:00.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness for good friends!</title><content type='html'>My friend Chelsi came over today to help me get this thing started and to make it cute. I'm so grateful to her. She has done a lot for me over the past few years! I have a lot of friends and family who watch over us and help out with the kids. It is so nice to have them around! Anyway, I'd like to add more pictures but all my pictures from the summer got deleted. I haven't been that frustrated in a while. My pictures on the blog are a little dated so, I'll have my camera out from now on, ready to capture any moment I can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741675019064731494-5730611001673321168?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/5730611001673321168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=5730611001673321168&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5730611001673321168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/5730611001673321168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-goodness-for-good-friends.html' title='Thank goodness for good friends!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741675019064731494.post-8605889285526906303</id><published>2008-09-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:19:31.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Gateway!</title><content type='html'>Sesame Street came to Discovery Gateway.  It was so much fun and educational too!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SNkWjfODKlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/J7c84dQjak0/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249251639608683090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SNkWjfODKlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/J7c84dQjak0/s320/Picture+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go Kennedy go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SNkWj-Pbo8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ln6r8yvvnko/s1600-h/Picture+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249251647935980482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SNkWj-Pbo8I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Ln6r8yvvnko/s320/Picture+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the top.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SNkWkAzitGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZjcnWzJmQYk/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249251648624309346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SNkWkAzitGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZjcnWzJmQYk/s320/Picture+067.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/7741675019064731494-8605889285526906303?l=rachelbanks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/feeds/8605889285526906303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741675019064731494&amp;postID=8605889285526906303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8605889285526906303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741675019064731494/posts/default/8605889285526906303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelbanks.blogspot.com/2008/09/discovery-gateway.html' title='Discovery Gateway!'/><author><name>Rachel Banks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13402622930198211187</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SvdrTwo_imI/AAAAAAAABnk/Jcz9OAYZCKk/S220/DSC03177.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cgr_fCNEQcA/SNkWjfODKlI/AAAAAAAAAJo/J7c84dQjak0/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
